Seven o'clock in the evening.

Song Lan, who was rolling dough, received a call from Lu Xiang, and the content of the call was painful.

About an hour after the female colleague woke up, the doctor issued a critical illness notice, and in less than half an hour, they were given a cold death certificate.

This is undoubtedly bad news, the three hostages who survived the Chai Ke case have all been declared dead, and the entire law enforcement department is shrouded in deep grief.

As the head of the law enforcement department of the 17th district, she had to stay in the compound today to preside over the memorial service for the three of them, and the heads of all the departments were present to express their condolences to their comrades who died.

Looking at this posture, Lu Xiang is going to stay in the law enforcer's compound again today and can't come back.

Before the memorial service began, the deeds of the three victims had been spread on the Internet, and Song Lan guessed that this was also a method taken by Lu Xiang, and these reporters were always able to spread the news as soon as possible, including the news of the last deceased.

The cause of death was a blood clot in the head, and unlike the first two colleagues who were killed by the killer, her death could be regarded as an accident, and the blood clot worsened at the scene of the crime, which eventually led to the tragedy.

Song Lan believed that the Foster family, who were eagerly waiting for news in the core area at the moment, must have also learned the news of the seventeenth district through the Internet.

While the way the last target died was somewhat bizarre, that doesn't detract from the fact that Mr. Killer has already completed his mission.

Song Lan bought a charging cable on the way home, charged Mr. Killer's mobile phone, and kept it on at all times, if the plan went well, he should be able to receive new instructions from the Foster family in a short time, and he only needed to make a response to win himself a considerable period of time.

Next, he just needs to find a chance for Mr. Killer to retire and that's it.

As for the new instructions issued by the Foster family, it is definitely impossible for him to implement them, and other Song Lan dare not guarantee it, but when it comes to fishing at work, he still has a lot of experience.

Just like now, when most of his colleagues are gathered in the compound for the memorial service, he stays at home to make egg tarts.

There is no way, this is also the instruction given by the supervisor himself.

After the first step is completed, he skillfully puts the gnocchi into neatly arranged containers and extends them with his thumb, so that the base of the tart is complete.

"Buzz—"

The subtle sound of vibration caught Song Lan's attention.

He immediately put down the work at hand and quickly stepped into the bedroom, unexpectedly, the Foster family was much more efficient than he expected, and less than a quarter of an hour after the news of the murder of the three law enforcers was released, Mr. Killer's mobile phone received a message.

"21:15, Old Man Printing House, Receipt"

The concise and clear instructions, the time, place and mission objectives were clearly written, and the message did not praise him for his neatness, nor did he ask about his current situation, only a few cold words to determine his next trip.

Just as Song Lan was pondering how to find an entry point, without arousing the suspicion of the Foster family, when he replied to a message of "everything is fine lately, the organization doesn't need to worry", this message without any signature was automatically deleted, and he re-flipped through his inbox back and forth several times before confirming that this was not a bug, but that the sender did not want to leave any traces.

Song Lan finally understood why the mobile phone was empty, whether it was the inbox or the memo.

It is not difficult to surmise that every instruction of the Foster family to the killer was self-deleted shortly after he read it, and it seems that the killer usually does not take the initiative to contact the Foster family, but it is up to them to decide the contact time and the content of the mission.

In this way, it is guaranteed that even if Mr. Killer is captured by mistake or dies in some unknown corner, no one will be able to find any evidence from him that can point to the Foster family.

It turns out that the organization doesn't really care about Mr. Killer's current situation.

At this moment, Song Lan's heart felt the cold like winter, and it was hard for him to imagine how Mr. Killer had persevered until today in the face of such a lack of humanistic care.

Anyway, if he had such a boss, he would have slipped away on the first day of work.

Song Lan couldn't help clenching his fists, he only felt cold hands and feet on a hot day, and his heart was sad.

It's really not worth it for Mr. Killer!

You see, you're all dead at the bottom of the lake, but the Foster family is still thinking about their broken missions.

If I were you, I wouldn't be able to solve my hatred if I didn't cut off the liaison who issued the mission.

Of course, Song Lan was just complaining in her heart, and it was impossible to really do this.

If he met the liaison who issued the task in reality, he would probably have to hold the other party's hand enthusiastically and say, "Leader, you have worked hard." ”

Woohoo, this is the sorrow of office workers!

However, if it was Lu Xiang's soft and tender little hand that he was holding, then he would still be happy.

Having lost the way to contact the organization, he had to think about the old Han printing house mentioned in the message, and he used his mobile phone to type these words into the search engine, and soon found the results.

Lao Han Printing House is located in the West District, is an old printing house in the 17th District, in the early days of the establishment of the post-war coalition government, but also the era of paper media, the Old Han Printing House is of great significance to the 17th District, but with the economic recovery, the rise of the Internet, and the vigorous development of various multimedia technologies, the Old Han Printing House was abandoned by the times after all, and now it has been abandoned for dozens of years.

The address of the printing house is also attached to the search results, which is less than 5 kilometers away from Lu Xiang's apartment, and can be reached by bicycle in about ten minutes.

A printing house that has been abandoned for many years, the more the pictures on the website look more and more like a haunted house.

Song Lan glanced at the time on his mobile phone, there was still a considerable period of time before the "receipt", after contacting the Foster family to no avail, and witnessing their extremely impersonal practices, he wore disposable rubber gloves that could cover his fingerprints with a heavy heart, and wrote a 500-word report letter with enthusiasm.

The content of the report letter is roughly that someone is engaged in illegal activities in the abandoned old man's printing house.

Attn: Lu Xiang

Signature: A worried citizen

He placed the letter in the envelope, wrapped it in an inconspicuous plastic bag, and then used Mr. Killer's mobile phone to make an online appointment for an "anonymous delivery" service.

The service takes care of the privacy of every customer and helps them to deliver items to their destination that would not be convenient to hand out in person.

Usually, this service is used to "greet each other" between enemies.

However, Song Lan had also heard that some extreme readers would use this service to send blades to unscrupulous authors.

Song Lan set the pick-up location.

Thirty minutes later, the delivery person will go to the designated location to pick up the goods.

By the time of 20:10, the envelope will be delivered to the Law Enforcement Department compound.

After completing all this, Song Lan's mood improved a lot.

Perhaps, this is one of the few things he can do for Mr. Killer.

Mr. Killer, you can go in peace.

Let me Song Lan take a bad breath for you!