Chapter 118

Mrs. Smith changed her clothes and walked out of the commercial building like an ordinary office worker and sat in a car prepared in advance. At the same time, her assistant called and asked anxiously, "Jane, what's going on and why did you shoot? Are you all right now?"

Jane tried to keep calm and replied in a deep voice, "nothing. The gun went off. I'm going to leave the scene now."

"The gun went off?"

"It's strange today. I suspect the target has used us. Let's withdraw first!"

"Well, where are you going now?"

"Where else can I go? Naturally, I'll go home." Jane pursed her lips. "After all, my husband is still resting at home when he is ill."

Almost speeding all the way, driving home quickly. Jane didn't even change her slippers. She ran upstairs barefoot and pushed open the bedroom door.

Smith, who had just got into bed, was startled. He looked at his wife and stammered, "what's the matter, honey?"

Jane walked slowly forward and looked at her husband. After a while, she smiled and said, "Why are you sweating?"

Smith smiled dryly, "it's hot in the room."

Jane looked around and said, "why is the window open? I remember I closed it before I left. "

Smith quickly explained, "I opened it and ventilated it. It's good and fast."

Jane went to the window, looked at the fresh climbing marks on the windowsill dust, quietly pulled up the window, turned back and smiled at the nervous Smith, "you've caught a cold now, so you'd better cut the wind."

Smith swallowed hard and nodded obediently.

"Hungry, I'll cook... Forget it, order takeout, what do you say, honey?"

"Er... Just do it. I still feel dizzy. I have to have a rest."

"OK, you continue to rest. I'll call you when dinner is ready."

After closing the door, the smile on Jane's face suddenly disappeared and was replaced by shock.

In an abandoned plant.

A dazzling light came, and then a cold cold water poured down his head. Chen Kuan was excited all over and suddenly woke up.

In the last picture of his fainting, he led his little brother into the maintenance channel of the subway. Then he didn't know anything when it was dark.

Chen Kuan looked down and saw that his hands and feet were tied to the chair with straw rope. However, no matter how hard you struggle, the seemingly thin straw rope is extremely tough. Instead of breaking, it tends to be tighter and tighter.

"Don't bother, Chen dangtou. This rope explains better than an iron chain. Even with an electric saw, it won't cut open for a while and a half."

Sharon took a chair and sat opposite Chen Kuan.

"Is that you?"

Chen Kuan immediately recognized Xie Lun's voice and glared at Xie Lun fiercely: "you bastard, what do you want to do with me?"

"What do you say?" Sharon smiled, "I'm curious. Why did you all catch that girl. If I ask normally, you will certainly not answer, so I can only invite Chen dangtou here. "

"Dream!" Chen Kuan said coldly, "even if you kill me, I won't say it."

"Don't worry, I will kill you in the end, but don't be so confident. Maybe it won't be long before you beg me to kill you. "

Sharon patted the palm of his chin, and the darkness behind him immediately lit up. Chen Kuan immediately struggled angrily, because in front of him, his little brothers were all tied up, gagged and hung in mid air.

"Tina, I'll leave it to you. I just want the answer. Whatever else you want."

Tina, who was urgently called, twisted her thin waist and came out of the darkness, winked at Chen Kuan and said with a smile: "don't worry, head, fifteen minutes, I promise this guy will say when to stop wetting the bed."

Sharon yawned out of the factory, sat on the mossy steps and looked up at the night sky. After taking the subway for a day, he didn't find any valuable clues. Xie Lun, who was a little depressed, had to take Chen Kuan and others as a distraction.

Listening to the screams of horror in the workshop behind, Sharon suddenly felt happy. Taking advantage of this effort, he analyzed the whole case of "Bloody Mary" again in his mind.

To tell the truth, there are so-called soul summoning games like "Bloody Mary" all over the world, such as pen fairy, dish fairy and so on. It is no exaggeration to say that people all over the world may play such games every day, but few things really happen.

It's absolutely rare for four people to die like New York.

But up to now, Sharon doesn't think there is a problem with the game, but someone is playing tricks in the name of the game.

Because the time difference between the killing of the four girls is too average, within three to four weeks, there is a difference of three weeks between Daisy's attack and pars's murder. If it's a problem with playing the game, it can't be so coincidental. The four victims agreed to play the game once every three to four weeks.

So the difficulty still lies in how the killer chose these girls.

Although Sharon took the subway around New York City for several times today and didn't find anything unusual, he still thinks the killer was the victim selected in the subway.

Subway people come and go, and it's even crowded during rush hours. If a stranger approaches there, most people won't be too alert. Even if they touch it, they won't think it's intentional.

Sharon suddenly had an inspiration. He suddenly remembered a question. If the murderer really committed a murder three to four weeks apart and saved Daisy, wouldn't the murderer have to find other victims?

At this time, the green fruit of the internal mobile phone vibrated silently. Sharon took it out and immediately frowned: "Damn it, don't be guessed by me."

He took a deep breath and answered the phone: "Willie, what happened... What? A woman's body has just been found in the Manhattan Hotel? "

Half an hour ago, at the Manhattan Hotel in the center of Manhattan Island, the blonde receptionist politely returned the credit card to the customer: "thank you for your patronage. Please keep the card, Mr. Vladimir Lev Nikolai Oleg?"

Luke, who changed into a straight suit and looked like a dog, nodded and reached for his credit card. His wallet and credit card were found by the Russian who was killed by himself on the subway and just used to change his clothes.

Not only him, but even Chen Meimei cut off her long hair, put on her hat and neutral clothes. She looked like a little boy.

"How about room 8010? Mr. Vladimir. "

"Er... Well, my friend will arrive soon. We want to live on the same floor, so is the room around 8010 empty?"

"Let me check... Well, sir, it's empty now, but it's hard to say later."

"No problem. I'll let them come as soon as possible. Beautiful lady, please keep it as much as possible, okay?"

Luke's hand on the front desk bounced, and a green bill fell quietly in front of the front desk lady.

The front desk lady also shook her hand gently, and the bill disappeared instantly. It seems that it has never appeared: "OK, sir, I'll do my best!"