Assassin Simulator: I deduced the accidental formula!

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The recording device made two short beeps, while Yan Guozhang remained in place, his face pale and unable to move for a long time.

In other words, he felt that he was in a strange feeling all over his body, as if his body was still sitting intact, and his soul had already flown out of the sky.

"What are you kidding you say..."

"Zhihui, how is it possible..."

He cried out tremblingly.

An unbelievable gesture, for this old man, the reason why he was so crazy in human experimentation and the sale of inferior drugs in his later years was mainly to accumulate funds so that he could prolong his life.

But Yan Guozhang is also very clear that with the current level of technology, it is impossible to maintain his own life.

At this time, there was more of an extremely terrifying feeling in his heart, that is, what would the son who had high hopes for him do?

In a sense, Yan Zhihui can be regarded as a great pillar and hope for him to continue to work hard and survive.

Although not as important as Yan Guozhang himself.

"Hope the bastard doesn't do anything stupid."

As time passed, the old man gradually calmed down and thought about it in his mind.

However, his body was still trembling.

Obviously it was just super willpower, which made him barely restrain his own unbearableness.

"If Yan Zhihui really... 35

The old man thought in his heart, and even changed the name of his child.

Apparently, the threat of the dead artist had a big impact on his heart.

And this point is also calculated by Li Mo through deduction before. He knows very well what kind of father and son Yan Guozhang and Yan Zhihui are. On the surface, they are father and son filial piety when their interests are the same.

But when it comes to the conflict of life and family, what kind of interesting situation will these two show, which is what Li Mo expects and promotes.

Yan Guozhang had goosebumps all over his body. He looked in the direction outside the door, wondering if he was expecting something or was afraid of something.

Then he shook his head.

"That death artist is just frightening me."

"After all, he is not an immortal, and it is impossible to predict the future."

He reluctantly consoled himself like this, but in fact he didn't even believe such a statement in his heart.

After all, it can be seen from the previous situations how terrifying the dead artist is.

"He can calculate everything!"

At this time, Yan Guozhang tried his best to deny this idea, which kept popping up in his heart.

At this time, Li Mo, who was about to leave X City on a long-distance bus, looked out the window and thought silently.

"The artist of death is invincible, omniscient and omnipotent."

"This is already a deeply ingrained concept in the hearts of the Yan family."

"At this time, Yan Guozhang was able to deny it so contrary to his own nature."

Li Mo knocked on the glass of the window, trying to drive away a flying insect lying on it.

"It can only show that Yan (ccfe) Guozhang really still has some feelings for this son, hehe. 55

But at this time, Li Mo is very clear, precisely because such feelings seem to be somewhat solid on the surface, but once the real heart is broken, it will attract even more terrible backlash!

"However, it will take some time for such emotions to develop."

Li Mo sneered.

Just turned on the computer.

Choose to finish the task first.

"At least 50,000 yuan can be reimbursed for my expenses here, but I can't give up."

Li Mo thought seriously, he has always been able to be diligent and thrifty.

【Apply to complete the task】

[You are applying to complete the task and upload relevant evidence clues. 】

[Tip: The target person, Hugel's death photo has been uploaded and is being transferred for manual review, please be patient. 】

It turned out to be the case, Li Mo nodded solemnly, he faintly felt that he is now different from the past, and has a lot of appearances.

For example, such a low-level person with only 50,000 yuan is theoretically impossible to have any human customer service.

The manpower of the dark net is also very nervous.

But it seems that his initial vest has accumulated a lot of prestige, and everyone knows that hiding behind the scenes may be the strongest killer in history, the death artist.

Therefore, even if it is the most low-level task, the darknet officials will go to great lengths to manually review the completion of the task.

"It's a lot easier for me.

Sure enough, Li Mo's voice did not fall, and another prompt came.

[The manual review has been completed, congratulations on completing this task, and the bonus has been credited to the account. 】

"Better than nothing. 35

Li Mo can only sigh with emotion.

"Then I can't miss this good show next."

He thought about it and snapped his fingers again.

【The game starts!】

【The first deduction!】

[Text commentary: You got out of the car directly, then secretly hid in the hiding place of Yan Guozhang and Yan Zhihui, found an open field of vision, took out the binoculars and began to observe. 】

This time, Li Mo is not trying to deduce the development of something, but simply relying on the special ability of the system to see this good show.

Sure enough, the peace was soon broken.

"What can I do if I think so much? There's no way the death artist will let me and that bastard go, so even if it's..."

"Yan Zhihui made a fool of himself, and I can't blame him for coming back directly.

"It's useless, it's better to cooperate to avoid disaster now.

Yan Guozhang finally calmed down.

After regaining his normal thinking, he quickly determined several key points. First of all, the guy who died as an artist has always followed his words and fulfilled his actions.

Since he dared to say so, it is estimated that his own son must have done something stupid.

Secondly, although Yan Guozhang himself valued his own life more than his son who had been carefully cultivated for many years, the current conditions did not allow him to abandon Yan Zhihui.

"Then I'll see what the outcome is.

The old man calmed down.

After that, he sat in the seat for a long time and didn't move, but it didn't mean that he was really so unmoved.

It was really after being frightened just now.

That is to say, the complexion has recovered, but the body is still unable to control itself.

Now he is slumped on the stool and his legs and feet are numb.

Then, at this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a panicked figure broke in. It was Yan Zhihui, whose face was full of all kinds of despair, panic and mixed inexplicable smells.

In short, to his father, Yan Guozhang, it seemed that even his soul was frightened.

"Even if I met the police in this scene, I wouldn't be scared like this.

"Otherwise, has the death artist already contacted my good son first?

Immediately, this person snorted in his heart, although he had already been mentally prepared.

After all, Yan Guozhang has devoted a lot of effort to his son over the years.

He didn't expect that this guy would sell himself so casually for his own safety, and he felt a chill in his heart.

An idea was born out of nowhere in his mind.

This son, don't do it.

But at this time, the old man did not show any superfluous emotions, but asked very calmly.

"If you have something to say slowly, don't rush to drink first.

He knew very well that if he wanted to escape the death artist, he was definitely not enough by himself.

"It's not that you listened to me, I really met a death artist, oh no, it's that person who claimed to be a death artist.,I feel that what he said is true.

Yan Zhihui was completely incoherent.

He didn't madly want to organize his own language, but his mouth did not obey, and excessive fear had been coiling in his heart and all nerves.

Dancing to explain for a long time, did not speak clearly.

However, Yan Guozhang nodded clearly.

"I know you ran into the Death Artist and came to me for help, right?

"Yep!"

Yan Zhihui finally nodded this time, but he wanted to say something, and the next second he was exclaimed again and again!

Because he was seeing Hugel's corpse whose face had slammed into the hot soup pot, at this time, the air was exuding layer after layer of meat fragrance.

Including the smell of chicken and Yan Zhihui's terrified realization that it seemed to be the smell of cooked flesh belonging to his own kind.

"You don't have to worry too much, the death artist seems to want to play some cat-and-mouse game before shooting at us.

"This is Hugel. You see he was fine when you left in the morning, but now he has turned into a corpse. The reason is why, I think you know it too."

Yan Guozhang finished these words slowly as if to appease his son, but in fact it made Yan Zhihui even more frightened.

The latter didn't say a word, and fell to the ground with a thud, his legs softening.

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