Feng Yulin looked at the boy hanging on his body and frowned. However, the situation was critical and he did not have the time to suspect anything else. He carried him and jumped out of the window, but he accidentally pulled on his wound. He frowned and continued to jump.
The two of them had just disappeared from the window when the door was pushed to the ground. The people outside rushed in and looked at the empty room. They rushed straight to the window but did not find anything.
One of them lifted the blanket and saw the things on her bed. He exclaimed, "Boss, there are three bodies here."
"Let me see!" A policeman walked forward and saw the three fat men lying on the bed.
The policeman who had just checked the room also walked over. When he saw this situation, he was somewhat annoyed. "So the ID cards just now belonged to these three people. I was actually cheated!"
"This ID card has been tampered with. You didn't notice it just now." The person called boss picked up the ID card by the bed and used his hand to wipe the position of the photo. Immediately, it turned into a photo of a dead fat man.
He looked at this thing in surprise. "This is?!"
"Bubble gum stickers."
"..."
The boss frowned and looked at the bed sheet. There was a bullet mark there. His eyes dimmed slightly. "Do you still remember the appearance of the man just now?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" The young man was too handsome. Of course he remembered!
"Go back to the police station and look for the videos in this area. Find that person!" As soon as the boss spoke, the group of people immediately retreated.
They also knew that they would not be able to find the person no matter how hard they searched here.
... ...
On the window of the next floor, the two people they were looking for jumped down and landed in the room on the eleventh floor like ghosts.
Ling Jue frowned slightly when she saw that her white clothes were dyed red.
She got down from him as soon as she landed in the room. She looked at him with disdain and said calmly, "You're going to die."
Feng Yulin propped himself up and his eyes darkened. He was only at the end of his rope after being shot twice, not to mention that he had been slashed twice by him.
Ling Jue was not a saint. She glanced at him indifferently, then turned and left.
After leaving the door, she quickly disappeared into the night.
Feng Yulin held a necklace in his hand, a cruel smile on his face. This was not the end. Anyone who saw his real face must die!
Beep!
An inaudible sound came from his hand. He pressed the spot where his hand was turned. There was a miniature receiver there, which looked like a part of his wrist.
"Carnival night, 1122, floor 11."
"Yes!"
He cut off the connection and held on to his consciousness, waiting for his people to come.
This time, the person did not die. There would be more and more trouble. In fact, he could have suppressed everything for now, but if that kid saw his real face, it might be very dangerous.
If he told the truth, his entire plan might collapse.
That kid was of utmost importance. He had to get rid of him.
...
Ling jue, whom he had given the 'utmost importance' to, was walking home at the moment. The surrounding trees were shaded, and they reflected into all kinds of shadows under the light.
She found a shirt hanging at the entrance of the hotel and put it on. Then, she threw the bloody shirt into the trash can.
Her mind was in a mess as she walked, and she had already accepted the fact that she was Ling Jue.
"Lord Jue, I think there's something wrong with that man," Tang Yuan whispered into her ear. "I've never made a mistake, but I can't read his memory. There must be something wrong with it."
"However, the memory in my head shows that there's no such thing as a heaven-defying creature like you in this world. So, maybe there's something wrong with you," Ling Jue smirked. When she was in the Shaman tribe, she loved to tease Tang Yuan.