Ruan Anqi was shocked: "What? Gu Tingyuan is here? Why didn't I receive the message?"
Dajun said: "Gu Tingyuan boarded the ship secretly. Almost no one knew that they had already left at around four o'clock this morning."
Ruan Anqi frowned: "What about that bitch Ruan Anlan?"
Dajun said: "Take them with you too."
Hearing this, Ruan Anqi looked displeased: "This bitch is really lucky, even this can allow her to escape!"
Then she suddenly thought of something and asked in confusion: "You just said that those niggas had their necks strangled? Gu Tingyuan asked someone to do it? How did he know about our plan?"
Da Jun shook his head and said that he did not know the inside story and could only tell Ruan Anqi what he saw and heard.
Dajun said: "Looking at this technique, it seems that they are not the people brought by Gu Tingyuan. Those people under Gu Tingyuan are all formally trained thugs. It is impossible for him to do something that hurts people's lives so suddenly, even if he really wants to end it."
Even if I killed these niggas, I wouldn't use this method... I checked the injuries on the necks of those niggas. One move was fatal. It was very weird. It didn't look like it could be done by a formally trained thug.
It's more like..."
"What does it look like?" Ruan Anqi sat down on the sofa, looking thoughtful.
Da Jun looked at Ruan Anqi and lowered his voice: "I wonder if Miss Ruan knows about ghosts?"
"Da Jun, are you crazy? It's okay to just mess up your errand, and now you're still telling me about these ghosts and gods! I think you don't want to do it anymore!"
Ruan Anqi spontaneously interpreted Da Jun's words to mean that he was shirking responsibility from herself, and she also found such a cheap and ridiculous reason.
Dajun hurriedly explained: "Miss Ruan, don't be angry. The ghost I'm talking about is not the kind of ghost mentioned in ghost stories, but a person... Twenty years ago, a mysterious killer appeared in the world. As long as he is targeted by him,
No one can come out alive intact. But after an accident twenty years ago, the ghost has disappeared and has never appeared again. I see the broken marks on those people's necks...
Suddenly I thought of the rumors about ghosts."
Ruan Anqi narrowed her eyes, obviously unwilling to accept this statement, "You mean, it was the killer named Ghost who killed these niggas? But you also said that this is a rumor. Since it is a rumor, it means that the authenticity has yet to be confirmed.
research."
"Although it is a rumor, it has been like an unbreakable myth-like legend among the underground black forces in Nancheng for so many years. This person's methods and ruthlessness are indeed very similar to the ghost in the rumors..." Da Jun lowered his head.
, the tone was a little depressed.
He also knew very well how many years had it been since the ghost appeared?
How could he suddenly come and kill so many niggas?
At that time, Ghost ranked first in the list of hired killers in country C!
I heard that even if you have money, you may not be able to hire him.
Soon, Da Jun also denied his idea in his heart, feeling it was very ridiculous.
Ruan Anqi glared at him, then pointed the goblet at Dajun's face and smashed it.
With a muffled sound, Jun gritted his teeth and endured it, a red mark appeared in the corner of his eyes.
Ruan Anqi's voice was hoarse and her face was distorted with anger: "What a waste! You can't even handle such a small thing, and you made me look like this!"