My Private Marvel System

"..." Leng Ruobing looked at Dole speechlessly. No matter how excited he was, she was not happy at all. "This time is different from those people last time. I met that person, he was a young man of about 27 or 18 years old. He is definitely not an ordinary person. I haven't seen his credentials, but even our chief Respectful to him. He also took away all the file materials and said that they took over the case, and we only need to obey and cooperate." Then he said what he knew.

"Thank you." After Leng Ruobing finished speaking, Dole only dropped two words and ran out.

The Ministry of National Security finally sent people, and the excitement turned to excitement, but Dole soon discovered a new problem. The man is here, but how did they find him? Do you want to leave them a clue? He still doesn't want to find a new residence, nor can he lead them to the cold home.

After thinking for a while, Dole took out his cell phone and dialed Loach's phone. It took a long time for Loach to answer the phone. "Master..." The hoarse voice sounded a bit weak. It seems that I haven't slept well these days.

Dorr asked lightly. "How? Can I continue?"

"..." There was silence on the other end of the phone, only heavy breathing came from the receiver. Dole didn't urge him, but waited quietly. If it is not possible, he will not reluctantly, after all, not everyone can harvest human lives in such cold blood. This guy must have watched too many movies. I thought being a killer was a cool and beautiful thing. As a result, he personally killed people but found that it was not the case at all. The days or months after a normal person kills are usually a difficult dark period. Unless it is a person with excellent psychological quality or a person with extremely distorted psychology, it will not take it seriously. The quickest way to get out of this dark period is to kill again. After killing, you will either get used to it and no longer be afraid, or collapse completely, commit suicide, or surrender.

Finally, more than ten minutes later, the loach gritted his teeth. "Master, no problem."

Dole raised his eyebrows, is it really okay? But he didn't say anything and asked him to come to the gate of a community.

Half an hour later, the loach came in profusely. Dole almost laughed when he saw his costume. He raised his collar and hat, and covered his face with newspaper, showing only a pair of eyes, looking nervously and looking around, like a thief. Seeing Dole sitting on the bench, he hurried over and sat aside, breathing heavily.

Dole snatched the newspaper and threw it into the trash can next to it. I didn't see the loach for a few days, the whole person lost a circle, even the dark circles under the eyes came out.

Dole patted him on the shoulder. "Don't be so nervous, relax."

Loach was still looking around, nervously. "Master, I ran into a few police officers when I came. They all seemed to be staring at me. Do they already know..." Before he finished speaking, Dole interrupted. "Didn't you do things cleanly that time? What are you afraid of the police doing. Even the policeman you killed thought it was a ‘Seraph’. Are you a ‘Seraph’?”

"But..." Loach opened his mouth, he stopped talking, lowered his head and rubbed his hands not knowing what he was thinking.

"Do you think that person should die?" Dole didn't have so much time to counsel him. The easiest way is to induce his consciousness to define the homicide as some kind of guilty individual, and he killed people out of punishment and execution. In this way, the sense of justice in his heart will outweigh the sense of guilt.

Loach immediately raised his head and said firmly. "Of course **** it." Then he grumbled and murmured. "but……"

Dole continued to ask. "I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that you are neither a policeman nor a judge, and you have no right to kill him, right?" Loach glanced at him in surprise and nodded slightly.

Dorr sneered. "Well, since only the police and judges have the right to convict him, have they convicted? Why is he still at large?"

Loach murmured. "Because there is no evidence..."

This is the point. "No evidence means he shouldn't die?"

Loach was taken aback, frowned, lost in thought, the tension on his face gradually subsided, replaced by firmness. Nodding slowly and calmly for a long while. "Damn it."

Dorr smiled slightly. "Then do you still feel scared now?"

"..." Loach shook his head, crumpled his hat into a ball and threw it into the trash can, straightening his waist. "No. Thank you, Master. I feel better. Then shall we go to kill people now?" There was a hint of expectation in his tone.

Dole shook his head. "Wait for a while, do you remember the girl who committed suicide by jumping off the building? The girl's mother lives in the community inside, Room 421, Building B. You can go in and see her and talk, and we will leave when you come out." I believe that after they talked, his sense of justice in his heart will definitely double.

Loach didn't know why he was asked to do this, and walked into the community inexplicably.

Half an hour later, when the loach came out, his face was mixed with various expressions of excitement, joy, entanglement and confusion.

Dole asked. "Have you talked? How do you feel?"

Loach nodded, his face gradually calming down. After hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth and asked. "Master, can I only kill bad people as a killer?"

Asked such philosophical words so suddenly? Dole thought for a while, then asked. "Then what do you think is a good person and what is a bad person?" There are no 100% good people and no 100% bad people. Only in novels or martial arts movies can good people and bad people be so clearly distinguished. Most people in City H still think Chen Shan is a good person, but he can be said to be a heinous bastard. No matter how much good he did, he couldn't make up for his sins.

Loach scratched his head in embarrassment. "I don't quite understand this. I think the difference between good people and bad people should be their starting point and motivation for doing things. Good people doing things wrong with good motives can only be said to be wrong, not bad things, neither Say that he is a bad person. A bad person does things with bad motives and helps others in an accident. It can only be said that others are lucky. It can only be said that his purpose has not been achieved and that bad things have not been done. It cannot be said that what he did is good. Nor can he say that he is a good person."

Dole shook his head disapprovingly. "This is not something that can be said clearly in one or two sentences. Later you will understand that there is actually no difference between a good person and a bad person. But it's up to you. It's up to you what kind of person you want to kill."

The loach was relieved. Dole pointed to the side and motioned for him to sit down.

"I will continue to teach you anti-reconnaissance techniques. Did you remember the last time I told you not to leave evidence at the scene and disturb the direction of the police?" Seeing the loach nodded, continued. "This time I'm talking about how to disguise the target's death as an accidental death."

There are many ways of accidental death. Let me first tell you about the various accidental deaths that you can encounter at home. Now every family has water and electricity, and these can be fatal elements.

Take electricity for example. There can be various electrolysis methods. Maybe you were electrocuted when you plugged in the latch. When the light is turned on at night, the switch can be electrocuted. It is also possible to burn the electric mattress when laying electric mattresses at night. Various electrical appliances like other TVs, refrigerators, and microwave ovens may electrocute you. It's just that the probability of such death is relatively small, maybe you won't touch it in your life.

There are other things that are drowned in water, killed by heavy objects, natural gas leaks, and accidentally slipped, all of which can be fatal.

It is often said that drinking water and choking to death is not impossible.

These are just at home, if you are outside there can be thousands of ways to die accidentally. What you have to do is to kill the cause of death without causing accidental death, and not let people find out that he was killed. Remember it? "

Loach sounded a little fascinated, he had never thought that it would be so unsafe in his own home before. This is also terrible. Hearing Dole's question, he nodded quickly.

Seeing Loach nodded, Dole stood up. "Let's go, let's go to the goal."

The two of them came to a community and carefully went to the 8th floor. Dole glanced at the room number 801 and motioned for Loach to knock on the door. Loach whispered while knocking on the door. "Master, you have to find excuses to be troublesome every time. Why don't we pretend to be police, so we can get in easily."

Dole asked. "Pretend to be a policeman? Do you have a certificate?"

Loach pointed his finger at the small advertisement on the wall. "They just apply for the certificate. Any certificate can be issued as long as they give money."

The sound of opening the door lock came while speaking. Dole took a small spray from his bag and sprayed it on the face of the door opener the moment the door opened.

The one who opened the door was a middle-aged woman in her forties with an apron around her waist. Before he had time to ask who came, he saw a white mist rushing toward his face, and then he lost consciousness and fell to the ground. The loach next to him was dumbfounded. "Master, is she dead?"

Dole shook his head. "No, this is just a quick-acting anesthetic." After speaking, he entered the room and closed the door. "Go and see if there are anyone else in the room." Loach ran back after a round. "Master, I have checked it all, no one else."

Dole nodded and carried the middle-aged woman into the kitchen. A pot of broth is boiled on the gas stove, and there is a half-cut cabbage on the knife board next to it. It seems that she is just making lunch. Dole looked around and said. "We will leave as soon as possible. She should have two more children coming back for dinner." As he said, he pushed a bottle of soybean oil off the console and let it fall to pieces. Soybean oil flowed all over the place.

Loach asked curiously. "Master, what are you doing?"

Dorr replied casually. "It's not unusual to throw something in the kitchen, and soybean oil is very slippery. If you step on it, you will fall into a big somersault." She said that she helped the middle-aged woman to step on the oil. Then she let her fall to the floor with a loose hand. Draw a long track on the ground. "You also saw that she was cutting vegetables just now, which means she was still holding a kitchen knife in her hand." He picked up the knife board and stuffed it into her hand, letting her hold it tightly. "At this time, you should pay attention to whether the target is left-handed or right-handed. Don't take everyone for granted as right-handed. It is easy to expose flaws in this kind of place."

Then, he used the knife in the middle-aged woman's hand to make a deep knife on her neck. "In this way, she pretended that she accidentally broke the oil bottle while cutting vegetables, and then stepped on the oil when she wanted to clean up, and she fell to the ground, and the knife in her hand just cut through her carotid artery. But you Pay attention to the angle of the wound."

The loach listened intently, and didn't wake up until the blood flowing out of the pungent smell of blood, his face changed slightly. Seeing the middle-aged woman gradually lose her anger, she held her nose and took a step back.

After finishing everything, Dole took out a small notebook and wrote a few names. Loach noticed that the first name was Fan Yashan who was personally killed by him, and behind it was written disguised as homicide. The second name was killed last night, followed by the long-range shooting. The third is the name of the female, which should be the middle-aged woman at her feet, followed by disguised as an accidental death. He didn't know the fourth name, nor did he remember it was reported in the news. He saw Dole write a long-range shooting.

After seeing Dole finish writing, he tore off the pieces of paper and crumpled them into a trash can next to him. Loach asked curiously. "Master, didn't you intentionally leave evidence for the police?" He also taught him that no evidence should be left at the scene, but what is this for?

Dorr smiled faintly, and said relaxedly. "Nothing, this fifth name is the next target. I just want to wait for the individual." The police can't find this piece of paper. Since the person sent by the Ministry of National Security took over the case, he would definitely understand it. Since it was a long-range shooting, they would definitely look for a sniper spot. Should I have a chance to meet then?

The two backed out. Dole looked a little ugly when he saw the loach, but he didn't cry and vomit like last time. Maybe it was because he killed it himself, but it seemed that he was getting used to it.

Leng Ruoshuang asked impatiently when she got home. "How is it, how is it. Dole, have you met anyone from the Ministry of Security? Are they very powerful?" Seeing her excited look, it seemed like she wanted him to fight with those people~www.wuxiaspot .com~ It's weird why she didn't quarrel with her in the morning.

Dole shook his head and smiled faintly. "No, how can it be so easy to encounter." I think it should come soon. The clues he left are so obvious that they don't mean anything unless they are fools. What will they do? Send someone to protect him? Or transfer him to other places? Even with the protection of copper and iron walls, he will not survive tomorrow.

After a while, it was cold and cold and went home from get off work. Dole heard that she had also gone to the scene and asked if she found the note. She shook her head inexplicably and asked rhetorically. "What little note? Nothing."

Dorr frowned slightly. Are you kidding? Didn't you see? Is the forensics team a group of blind men? Didn't see such obvious evidence? Some asked in disbelief. "Are you sure?"

She gave him a cold look and said with great certainty. "Of course I am sure. I also specifically asked my colleagues in the forensic team if there are any important clues. They said that if the media hadn't reported her crimes, they would have thought she died accidentally. What is the small note you mentioned? What did you leave behind?"

"..." Her expression doesn't look like a joke, what's the matter?

Leng Ruobing saw Dole frown and didn't know what she was thinking, and ignored her question at all. Fortunately, she was already taken offense, otherwise he would definitely be **** off. Just listen to Dole asking again. "You said people from the Ministry of Security did not live in your Public Security Bureau?"

Nodded coldly. "Yes. They took all the file information and ordered us to notify them as soon as we have any new clues. We don't know where they live except the director." She was also very puzzled about this. People are really mysterious. He didn't even handle the case in the Public Security Bureau. Seeing that, they will not share their information with the bureau.