Wu Heng picked up the scalpel on the ground and observed the surrounding environment, but found no cameras or anything.
In the dim rough corridor, you can hear the faint sound of cars passing by, and there are some thick pipes connected to the corners. This should be a renovated basement.
Wu Heng turned a corner along the one-way aisle, saw the stairs leading to the top, and walked up the stairs.
When you open the stair door, you will see a house decorated in white style. It looks clean. The tunnel door is opened inside the house.
This house was a suite. Wu Heng quietly looked outside the door and saw that there was no one there.
After thinking for a while, he turned back to the basement.
Arriving in front of the gentle man, he tried to activate the curser's second ability: skin transfer.
The gentle man's skin squirmed and became loose. Wu Heng pulled it gently, and a leather sheath was pulled off.
Wu Heng put it on, and with a thought, the blood on the ground dried up, and the skin on his body began to stick tightly. Then Wu Heng put on the clothes of a gentleman again, keeping his upper body naked, and he was not used to it.
"I'm back!"
Wu Heng tried to speak, and his voice became exactly like that of a gentle man. He was very satisfied.
Now that he has returned, the people here should return naturally. This is reincarnation.
Wu Heng picked up the scalpel and re-entered the room. He opened the door openly and walked to the living room. He found that the door of another room was closed tightly. Judging from the movement inside, it was obvious that there was someone there.
Wu Heng walked around the living room to confirm that no one else was there.
He walked to the refrigerator in the living room, opened it, took a bottle of iced Coke, opened it with a bang, and took a big sip. Then he calmly walked to the closed door of the room and knocked lightly on the door.
dong dong
"who?"
A middle-aged smoker's voice came from the room.
"I"
Wu Heng replied in a gentle voice.
"What's up?"
The middle-aged man asked.
"Open the door." Wu Heng said again.
"What's up?"
The middle-aged voice became impatient.
Bang~!
Wu Heng kicked the door open.
"Open the door if I ask you to. What do you want your hands for?"
Wu Heng looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was disheveled and browsing bad websites, and he suddenly understood.
The middle-aged man with a beard looked at Wu Heng blankly, and hurriedly pulled up his clothes, about to lose his temper.
What does this partnership of doctors mean?
He didn't pay attention to the blood stains on the doctor's body, because that's what he did.
I was about to curse, but I found that the doctor's eyes were wrong, with murderous intent. I looked at the scalpel in the doctor's hand again, and I started to feel something was wrong.
"I hope you don't have any lingering effects!"
Wu Heng held the scalpel and slowly approached the middle-aged man.
"What do you want to do? Don't be impulsive!"
The middle-aged man began to retreat to the bed step by step, tripped over the bed again, and sat on the bed.
"Doctor, let me tell you, killing is illegal."
At this time, the middle-aged people have forgotten that they are doing illegal things.
"You are still young and still have a chance."
As the middle-aged man spoke, he hid on the bed and shrank up.
Then the middle-aged man's tone suddenly changed and he said harshly:
"Let uncle do this kind of thing like killing people!"
"Raise your hands now, or I'll beat you to death!"
The middle-aged man suddenly took out a pistol from under the pillow on the bed and pointed it at Wu Heng.
Wu Heng ignored the middle-aged man's threat and still walked towards him.
"Kill me?"
"Is it just the toy in your hand?"
Bang bang!
The middle-aged man fired twice directly at Wu Heng.
Wu Heng suddenly dodged and threw the scalpel at the middle-aged man. At the same time, he rushed over and kicked the pistol out of the middle-aged man's hand. The middle-aged man's hand was directly kicked to pieces.
"Ah, my hand, doctor you are really crazy."
The middle-aged man screamed while holding his right hand with his left hand as if it had been hit by a hammer.
Wu Heng frowned, looking at the middle-aged man's front teeth that were knocked out by the handle of the scalpel, and the wound on his leg where he was shot.
He originally wanted to dodge instantly, avoid the bullets, and shoot the trafficker to death with his blade. It seemed that his skills were still too poor and he needed to practice hard.
He then picked up the scalpel and walked next to the middle-aged man.
"Now is the question and answer time. Every time you answer a question correctly, you will get a reward." Wu Heng said to the middle-aged man.
"The first question is, where are the records of the victims you arrested."
Wu Heng was worried that they had a record of arresting people, and he would definitely be discovered when he returned home.
"Doctor, I'll give you the money this time. Please help me treat my hand."
"wrong answer."
Wu Heng cut off the middle-aged man's left ear with a knife.
"No, there is no record. Only the three of us and the sponsor know this time."
The middle-aged man replied painfully.
"Very well, this is your reward. Next question, who is the employer?"
Wu Heng cut off his right ear again. He would not be soft-hearted towards this kind of human organ trafficker.
"Ah, my ears!"
"The sponsor is Miao Guichun. This is his suburban villa. His child needs a heart transplant. His child is on the second floor, waiting for you to use local materials to exchange it for his child."
The middle-aged man said everything in one breath.
"I actually learned how to answer questions quickly. This is the ultimate reward."
Wu Heng said lightly.
A knife ended the middle-aged man's pain, and he used his absorption ability to recover the injury on his right leg, except for another hole in his pants.
He conveniently put the middle-aged man's pistol into the space.
Wu Heng thought for a while, cleared the browser history for the middle-aged man, turned around and went out and closed the door.
I got into the elevator on the first floor and pressed the button for the second floor.
Rich people are indeed different. They all have elevators in their homes.
The elevator door opened and Wu Heng walked around the room. There were still two bedrooms. One of them had the door locked and there was no movement inside.
Wu Heng came to another bedroom and opened the door.
It was arranged like a ward.
A thin young man of 17 or 18 years old was lying on the hospital bed watching the video of "True Explanation of a Famous High School Teacher".
At first glance, he looks like a child who studies hard.
"Doctor, are you here?"
Hearing the sound of the door being opened, the young man asked anxiously, with a desire in his eyes.
"Where are your parents?"
Wu Heng asked.
"I'm a single parent. If you ask for my dad, has that person's heart been successfully harvested? I'll call my dad right now."
The young man was so excited that he made a call.
"No success!"
Wu Heng looked at the young man and said lightly.
"Ah, what should I do? Why did I fail?"
The young man stopped his movements and stared at Wu Heng with a sinister look in his eyes.
"It doesn't matter!"
"Where you're going, you don't need a heart."
Wu Heng said as he plunged the scalpel into the young man's chest.
Then he picked up the phone and dialed a number marked "Dad".
"Son, what's wrong? Dad just signed the contract and on his way back, he brought you your favorite pirate apple."
A gentle old man's voice came from the phone.
When Wu Heng heard this, he didn't say anything and hung up the phone.
Pulling the young man's legs, he kicked open the door of another bedroom, turned on the computer, and turned on the camera outside the villa that had been turned off long ago in order to conceal people's eyes and ears.