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Different from the general thick bones of Westerners, Karina's feet are small and exquisite, although they are a little wet, but they have no taste, Mu Qingcheng took it and put it on his knees, and saw that there was an obvious bruise on the surface of his feet, so he stretched out his fingers and pinched it.

Karina instinctively shrank back, but immediately, a stream of heat rushed over, and with the light press of her fingers, it was itchy, numb, very comfortable, and the tight calf muscles gradually relaxed.

Her beautiful eyes stared at Mu Qingcheng without blinking, she couldn't forget that thrilling moment, and she couldn't forget Mu Qingcheng's indefatigability to herself, and her nose gradually had a sour feeling.

Although Mu Qingcheng was not from a professional class, the effect of the demonic qi was extraordinary, and the bruises on Karina's feet were becoming lighter in color until they disappeared, and then he let go of his hand and said with a smile: "You come down and take a walk." “

"Hmm~~" Karina retracted her legs, put on her shoes and socks, and began to walk cautiously, walking faster and faster in the back, and only stopped after a while: "There is no uncomfortable feeling at all, just like I haven't had it, is this Chinese medicine, it's really amazing." ”

Mu Qingcheng shook his head: "I'm not a Chinese medicine practitioner yet, I usually figure it out by myself, let's go, it's time for us to go down the mountain." “

"Oh!" Karina silently followed Mu Qingcheng and walked down the mountain road.

Coming down from the other side of the mountain, there was no subway station, but it was not far from the Brooklyn Bridge, Karina gritted her teeth and whispered, "You...... If you're not in a hurry to go back, come with me, my family lives in Mehattan, not far across the Brooklyn Bridge. ”

"Okay. Mu Qingcheng smiled.

There was almost no one on the street, the two walked side by side, the dim street lamp dragged out a long shadow, Karina seemed to be preoccupied, walking with her head down, Mu Qingcheng didn't know what to say, all the way was speechless, and unconsciously, stepped on the wooden path of the Brooklyn Bridge.

The Brooklyn Bridge has a history of more than 100 years, under the bridge is the rolling sea, and the other section of the bridge is the brightly lit Manhattan, Mu Qingcheng has seen "One Life" starring Ting Feng and Yuan Yuan, the wooden road of the Brooklyn Bridge has appeared many times in the movie, and the rows of locks hanging on the bridge railing left a deep impression on him, at this time, he turned his eyes to it.

Karina said softly: "This is a concentric lock, it is said that people who are in love will hang locks engraved with their names together, so that they will not be separated for the rest of their lives, have you ever thought of hanging a lock here?"

Mu Qingcheng nodded and said: "Of course, being able to be with the person you like for a lifetime is the happiest thing in the world, but not everyone is qualified to put a lock here, at least for now...... Not yet. ”

Karina's expression was a little gloomy, yes, he may have a heavy burden on his shoulders, and he didn't have time to think about emotional matters, but what about himself, his family owes a huge debt, and what qualifications do he have to enjoy the sweetness of love? “

......

Karina's home is located in an old apartment block near Brooklyn in Manhattan, a densely populated area where most of the residents are small company employees, not as difficult as immigrants, but a little less than the middle class, roughly equivalent to the average Chinese salaryman.

Standing in front of a dark building, Karina said apologetically, "Thank you today, I ...... My parents are both at home, so I won't invite you up. ”

Mu Qingcheng smiled understandingly: "I understand, you should go back early, you are tired today." “

"Bye-bye~~" Karina turned around and took two steps, but turned back and said, "Be careful, Torres won't give up." “

Mu Qingcheng said calmly: "I will solve this trouble soon." “

"That'...... I went back. Karina hooked her fingers and entered the hallway, the sound of her footsteps fading away.

The smile on the corner of Mu Qingcheng's mouth gradually faded, and a touch of coldness appeared in his eyes, Friday is the history of Mediterranean civilization, the same class as Torres, according to his conjecture, Torres will not do anything to Karina for the time being, only in Friday's class, it is confirmed that there is no hope at all, which also means that Torres must be killed before Friday.

With Mu Qingcheng's skills, it is not difficult to kill Torres, but the difficult thing is how to get rid of himself.

After standing stunned for a long time, Mu Qingcheng turned around and left, he felt that knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent and not being defeated in a hundred battles must first find out the basic situation of Torres.

I went to the Black Panther Bar today, and at first glance it didn't seem to have any effect, and I completely turned my face with Torres, but at least I figured out the scope of Torres' activities, otherwise Mu Qingcheng wouldn't be able to find Torres at all.

The next day, Mu Qingcheng went to class as usual, but he bought a baseball cap with a brim between classes, and after Li Bo and the others went to bed at night, he used paint to darken his face, and then sneaked around the army square.

Although there are few people at night, there are occasionally blacks and Mexicans in twos and threes, so no one is suspicious of Mu Qingcheng, his magic skills are running, his nose is extremely sensitive, he doesn't need to get too close, and he can smell Torres from a distance of dozens of meters.

Unfortunately, nothing was found that night.

On the third day, Mu Qingcheng continued, at the door of the Black Panther Bar, he smelled Torres, so he squatted at the entrance of the alley, and it took more than two hours for Torres and a few companions to come out drunk.

Mu Qingcheng was not in a hurry to make a move, but stayed far behind, watching Torres enter a magnificent villa, which was most likely Torres's home, and he did not act rashly.

Late at night on the fourth day, Torres was still fooling around in the panther bar, and only came out in the second half of the night, to Mu Qingcheng's surprise and delight, Torres was alone, immediately took out a pair of gloves and put them on, and then flashed from behind Torres, turned over with an elbow, wrapped around Torres's neck, and dragged him into the darkness.

"Hmm~~"

Torres struggled desperately, but his hands and feet were sore, and Mu Qingcheng was a demon yuan, and he was tied around his neck, and he couldn't even call for help except for an instinctive voice from his throat.

"Torres, stop struggling, I'll send you to hell tonight. Mu Qingcheng said in a deep voice.

Torres shook suddenly, he heard Mu Qingcheng's voice, and the struggle was even more intense, Mu Qingcheng's wrist tightened, and then his knee was lifted, and he pushed against the third section of his lumbar spine from the bottom to the top, which is a key node of human physical activity, once something goes wrong, it is hemiplegia.

With a demon element blocking the nerves, Torres suddenly lost consciousness in the lower half of his body, and his eyes showed a look of fear.

Mu Qingcheng groped in Torres's pocket with his other hand, and suddenly his face was happy, he took out a bottle of colorful small pills, his original plan was to restrain Torres and observe the street outside, when a truck passed by, he pushed Torres out violently, artificially creating a car accident, but there is a certain degree of uncertainty about this, Torres may not be hit to death.

But it's different with pills, one or two can't kill people, and if you eat a whole bottle, you will definitely die!

Mu Qingcheng slowly turned the bottle cap with his fingers, the bottle cap unscrewed little by little, Torres seemed to know what was going to happen, whining, his voice was full of pleading.

"Be honest!" Mu Qingcheng let out a low sigh, lifted the cap of the bottle, and slammed it to Torres's mouth, moving his other hand and pinching it on his chin, Torres opened his mouth uncontrollably.

Mu Qingcheng poured a whole bottle of pills into Torres's mouth, and then started from the upper part of his neck and slashed along his throat, and the pills fell down his throat one after another and entered his stomach.

After a while, Torres became irritable, roaring again and again, and the intensity of the struggle was also increasing, but Mu Qingcheng was still tightly holding him, only to see that Torres's face was gradually congested, the corners of his eyes were red, and his face was full of pain, and suddenly there was a soft sound in his ears, and Torres's eyes, nose and ears were oozing blood, and a mouthful of blood was spit out of his mouth.

Mu Qingcheng hurriedly let go, Torres fell to the ground, struggled a few times, then crooked his neck, and returned to the underworld.

Looking at Torres's body, Mu Qingcheng was not uncomfortable, he checked the scene and confirmed that he had no traces left, before disappearing into the depths of darkness.