After listening to Chen Ruier's words, Meng Nan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Indeed, I have already gone to hell. It does not matter how many people I killed while I was alive."
"Besides." Xia Wenching paused and continued: "Based on your behavior over such a long time, I'm afraid the people you killed were not good people."
"Oh, warlords, scientists who experiment on human subjects, local tycoons and wealthy gentry who are full of evil, human traffickers..." Speaking of this, Meng Nan rubbed his eyebrows: "Maybe there are still people here who I killed in the past, after all.
They all deserve to go to hell. Haha, it’s exciting to think about it, and I can kill them again.”
"Yes, yes, maybe you killed some of the people I saved in the past." Chen Ruier said with a smile.
"This is the only one, it's impossible." Meng Nan shook his head: "I never fail. The only person they have a chance to contact is the forensic doctor. Well, except for the last person..."
"The last person?" After listening to Meng Nan's words, Chen Rui'er and Xia Wenqing both became interested. They had just gone through a death plot, and they probably wouldn't do it again in a short time.
Therefore, it was not too late for everyone to look at Meng Nan.
"We'll talk about it later, we'll talk about it later..." However, Meng Nan didn't want to say it anymore, her face turned slightly red, and she pointed at the book in her hand: "I didn't care about this book at first, but just when I was about to leave the study,
Suddenly a possibility occurred to me."
"One possibility?" Chen Ruier looked at the book.
Since Meng Nan didn't want to talk at the moment, Chen Ruier and Xia Wenqing didn't want to continue asking.
But no matter what, as Meng Nan confessed his profession as a killer, the relationship between the three of them felt closer.
Chen Ruier understands this feeling very well. After all, the most fundamental requirement of trust is to understand each other.
"That's right, didn't we just say that the God of Death might be a person?" Meng Nan said, "So when I saw this book, I was wondering whether the God of Death might be modeled after this kind of book.
How to kill someone? Or could the author of this book be the God of Death?"
"The encyclopedia that the God of Death created for himself?" Xia Wenqing said with a smile: "If this is true, then the God of Death is still a literary young man."
However, Xia Wenqing and Chen Ruier soon found the place together with Meng Nan.
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Got up.
Not only did they die in the same way, but they also paid careful attention to the similarities.
Soon, they were surprised to find that although the death methods of Gu Qianqian, Tian Hua, and Sun Kai were not included here, all the death methods in the movie "The God of Death" were available here.
They even saw a sentence in an inconspicuous position on the last page of the book:
"Man is destined to die."
"It seems that we really need to contact this author." Meng Nan looked at the two of them.
Soon, Meng Nan and others contacted the publishing house, but the publisher's answer surprised them extremely.
The publisher actually said that they had never published this book and had never heard of the author of this book!
With doubts, Meng Nan and others hurriedly checked online, and found that there was no information about this book even on the Internet.
It's as if Meng Nan is the only one in the world who has this book in her home!
"What's going on?" Meng Nan and the other two couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
"Oh, by the way." While thinking, Xia Wenqing suddenly said: "I also read a book before, and I think the things in it are very useful."
On the other hand, just when the wooden thorn was about to stab Meng Nan's lower abdomen, Zhao Kuo and Zhao Weiwei finally succeeded.
Zhao Kuo first used Zhao Weiwei to attract the mentally retarded homeless man, and then he took the opportunity to rush out and stab the homeless man in the chest when the homeless man with a broken leg was unprepared.
The homeless man with a broken leg had no idea that someone would want to kill him even though he had no grievances, so he didn't even offer any resistance.
And Zhao Kuo did not hesitate in his actions. Just as Meng Nan had guessed before, this was not the first time he had killed someone.
Stabbing, drawing the knife, breaking the neck, Zhao Kuo did not make any unnecessary movements.
After confirming the death of the homeless man with a broken leg, Zhao Kuo turned around and walked in the direction Zhao Weiwei left.
At this moment, in a secluded corner, Zhao Weiwei, half-dressed, looked at the mentally retarded homeless man getting closer and closer, with a hint of worry in her eyebrows.
What if Zhao Kuo fails? What if Zhao Kuo succeeds, but doesn’t come to find him?
Zhao Weiwei doesn’t want to really lose her virginity to the family in front of her.
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Partner.
"Hey, sister, sister." The mentally retarded tramp looked at Zhao Weiwei's shoulders and drooled. He couldn't help but speed up his steps and reached out to grab Zhao Weiwei.
"Ah!" Zhao Weiwei screamed and was immediately thrown to the ground by the mentally retarded homeless man.
The stench spread into Zhao Weiwei's nose, and Zhao Weiwei struggled to hold back the feeling of vomiting.
However, the mentally retarded homeless man's strength was so great that no matter how hard Zhao Weiwei struggled, he could not move at all.
"Hey, sister!" The mentally retarded homeless man's saliva dripped on Zhao Weiwei's body, and Zhao Weiwei's heart almost collapsed.
"Bang!" At this moment, a muffled sound came from behind the mentally retarded homeless man, and then the mentally retarded homeless man closed his eyes and lay directly on Zhao Weiwei's body.
Zhao Weiwei saw Zhao Kuo standing next to him holding a stone, with a playful look in his eyes, and couldn't help but frowned: "Why don't you help me, this fool is too heavy!"
Soon Zhao Kuo helped Zhao Weiwei move away the mentally retarded homeless man, and then handed Zhao Weiwei the blood-stained knife.
"Kill him, and his lifespan will be yours." Zhao Kuo said calmly.
"I know." Zhao Weiwei rubbed her chest vigorously, then walked towards the mentally retarded homeless man with a knife, then squatted on the ground and cut the latter's neck without hesitation.
"Oh?" Looking at Zhao Weiwei's movements, even Zhao Kuo was a little surprised.
You must know that killing someone is not an easy thing, especially if it is your first time.
People born in peaceful times often have an instinctive resistance to killing.
"What are you looking at?" Zhao Weiwei rolled her eyes at Zhao Kuo, and then stabbed the mentally retarded homeless man in the heart.
"It's nothing." Zhao Kuo said with a smile: "Okay, he is completely dead, let's go celebrate."
"Oh." Zhao Weiwei responded, but her hand did not stop at all. She stabbed several more times in succession, and the last knife was inserted into the lower body of the mentally retarded homeless man.
Seeing Zhao Weiwei's movements, the corners of Zhao Kuo's mouth twitched a few times.
Sure enough, once a woman becomes ruthless, there will really be nothing wrong with a man...
