Guo Mulan, who had just returned from the police station with a tired look on her face in the dark, took out her keys and opened the door to her rental apartment. Directly opposite the window of the corridor of the residential building, two uninvited guests with binoculars arrived almost at the same time. The killer was on the seventh floor.
The Tang Dynasty is on the eighth floor, one floor apart, and they live in peace with each other.
When the light in the room was turned on, Guo Mulan dropped her backpack and threw herself upright into the sofa without moving. But then she heard something and raised her head, struggled to get up, took out her phone, and glanced at the screen.
With a helpless look on his face, he answered the phone...
It's interesting that he actually came back... Tang Chao raised his eyebrows and secretly praised the professionalism of his colleague downstairs.
Throughout the afternoon, Tang Chao followed this colleague, who spent most of the time in the hotel. It was not until near dusk that he came out on a battery car and went straight here. Then it took about a quarter of an hour to sneak into the target room and do what he said.
After making some arrangements, I quietly waited for Guo Mulan’s arrival at the window downstairs...
This judgment is of a gambling nature, because Tang Chao checked Guo Mulan's information in the afternoon. Her parents both work in Lingjiang City and live in a compound in the city. For such a young girl who has just graduated,
Girl, such a big thing happened in the afternoon. It is not an exaggeration to say that it was a near-death experience. Logically speaking, she would definitely give priority to returning to her parents for comfort instead of returning to rent a house in the deserted area alone. But Guo Mulan
She just came. I really don’t know whether to praise her for being independent or saying that she is big-hearted...
But that’s all about detail control!
Accidental murder is a layout composed of details that seem accidental but are actually inevitable. It is like a precision instrument. It is necessary to ensure that every part and every screw is in its place and performs its intended function.
Only then can the entire machine operate normally.
In a rental house,
"...Mom, it was really an accident. The traffic police checked it and a report was issued. The truck has not been sent for maintenance for many years, and the braking system is seriously aging. In addition, the driver played mahjong all night last night and woke up
Delivery, fatigue driving, this accident happened... It's okay, I'm really okay! Your daughter is fine, not a single hair has fallen out... Okay, okay, I'll go back on the weekend in a few days. That's all.
Ah, bye!"
Bang, she hung up the phone decisively. Guo Mulan felt even more tired. She let out a long sigh, ran the water in the bathroom, then opened the laptop on the table, found a USB flash drive from her bag and plugged it in.
The phone call just now reminded her of something... On the screen, a video software was playing the scene at a slow speed, which was the entire accident at noon. The reporter's status is still a bit privileged, and he is also a party involved. After the communication, this part is
Monitoring footage is not difficult.
Instead of watching the miraculous escape process in the second half, Guo Mulan's focus was on the scene before the car accident. She unconsciously leaned forward, slowly, then slowly, looking at it frame by frame, scratching after a while.
He scratched his head, looking confused,
"It's strange... I obviously heard the reminder. Lie down, it's very clear. Why was there no one next to me at that time... Is it really an auditory hallucination? Or was it God's guidance that Da Zhuang said?" After a pause, "But I
Those who believe in Marx..."
She couldn't understand, and it was impossible for her to understand that someone had read the Modern Killer's Survival Guide thoroughly, and avoiding the camera had almost become an instinctive habit.
Under the camera, Guo Mulan, who had given up for the time being, closed her notebook, got up, went into the bedroom to grab a few pieces of underwear, walked into the bathroom with a slight mist, and pulled down the curtains... Unfortunately, this action was ineffective because of the plastic outer layer of the curtains.
The curtain was coated with a special chemical substance, and the curtain that originally served as a shield was now just a layer of gauze. Although it was not completely transparent, it was still possible to roughly see the outline.
Of course, Guo Mulan didn't know, so she still undressed and took off her belt as usual, and even subconsciously raised her hand to hold it up after taking off her bra... Tsk, she has a good figure!
Tang Chao silently praised her, it was indeed good. Under the dim bath lamp, her body curves reflected on the gauze curtain were very graceful, with almost no trace of fat. It looked like she had exercised regularly.
It's a pity that good times are always short-lived. The graceful curve behind the curtain soon lay in the bathtub. Only her head was still exposed, and there were a few wire-like things hanging on one side, which should be earphones. Hmm
, taking a bath while listening to music is a good way to soothe your mood.
Shaking his head with regret, Tang Chao pressed the cartoon electronic watch on his wrist and set the timer for four minutes. At the same time, the man downstairs was doing the same action, but the difference was that he set the timer for five minutes.
The hands rotate constantly and time slips away inadvertently.
Soon, when it was close to four minutes, Tang Chao raised his palm solemnly, facing the direction of Guo Mulan from a distance, and suddenly opened his fingers: "Hallelujah Bodhisattva bless Amen Amen... open!"
A magical scene happened. As soon as the messy incantation was finished, the bathroom window on the opposite floor opened in response. The night wind blew in, and the plastic curtain suddenly undulated and rattled.
Well, okay, don’t get me wrong, this is not magic, it can only be regarded as a little trick at best. The prop is a fishing line connecting two residential buildings, one end is fastened to the bathroom window, and the other end is wrapped around the finger of a certain middle-aged person.
Just put it on and pull it off...
"Dry!"
Vaguely, muffled foul language came from downstairs, and Tang Chao couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.
The effect of accidental murder is very good, and it is indeed an example that modern killers should learn from. But at the same time, its low success rate cannot be ignored. Since it is a coincidence, there will naturally be many unexpected variables. For example, right now,
A girl, a young girl with a serious background, is listening to music and taking a bath. Suddenly the window opens, and there is a risk of the light leaking out. So what will be her first choice?
Tens of seconds later, Guo Mulan gave the answer. She appeared by the window wrapped in a tight bathrobe. First she looked around cautiously, then looked at the open window with a confused look on her face, as if she was thinking about whether there had been anything just now.
Close the window.
At this moment, the dim yellow bath light suddenly flashed, and there was a wire hanging from the ceiling. It fell into the bathtub impartially. In an instant, blue arcs were like a group of snakes turning over, crisscrossing and twisting on the water surface of the bathtub.
It’s really wonderful!
Something suddenly jumped up on one side. It was a mobile phone placed next to the bathtub. It must have been accidentally touched by water. With a bang, it exploded in the air, like a signal. The lights on the entire floor went out, and the blue arc also followed.
disappear.
The next second,
"ah"
The screams of extreme fear echoed through the night sky!
Well, if you are full of energy, then everything is fine... Done, let's call it a day!
After making sure that the fishing line was not broken, he twisted it into a ball and put it in his pocket. Tang Chao walked down the stairs leisurely. As for the killer who was originally on the seventh floor, his operation failed, so he must have withdrawn early.
I guess I will come back to check the scene later to determine the cause of the failure, but the next operation will definitely not be tonight. This is the pattern of unexpected assassins. It requires surveying, planning, layout, etc., unlike the Tang Dynasty and others
I am an action person. After completing the necessary check-in procedures, on a whim, I might kill someone if I go out for a walk...
This is the fact. When he heard the scream, the killer had already gone downstairs, carrying a garbage bag in his hand. Just like ordinary residents, he threw it away after passing by a garbage can, and then avoided the door surveillance.
A residential area emerges from a corner of the courtyard wall.
After walking for a while, I pulled out a battery car from the shadow of the garden beside the road, got on it, and was about to take out the car keys when I was shocked. I glanced around with my peripheral vision, reached into my hand, took out my mobile phone, and said coldly,
"You shouldn't be calling me at this time!"
A mechanically synthesized voice responded, "Something happened."
"explain."
"The operation failed this afternoon. The employer is not satisfied with your efficiency."
The killer frowned slightly, and his tone became even colder: "You should know that I have made an exception by promising to kill the target within a week!"
"I know, but now the employer is willing to pay double the remuneration."
After a moment of silence, he said, "Two days, I need at least two more days. Contact your employer and give me a reply at ten o'clock tonight. If you agree, continue, if you don't agree, cancel the order!"
When the words are gone, just hang up the phone.
Insert the key, turn the handle...the battery car does nothing.
The killer was stunned and turned the handle again, but there was still no response, and the indicator light on the dashboard did not light up.
I frowned again, got out of the car, leaned over, looked at the keyhole on one side that had obvious signs of violent prying, opened my mouth, and lifted the seat. The place where the battery was originally placed was, as expected, empty.
After a moment of silence, "...Gan Liliang!!!"
Roaring in frustration, at this time, "What's wrong, brother." He looked up and saw three young guys walking across the road. The first one was wearing a bright red down jacket, with yellow bangs hanging sideways, rubbing his hands and approaching with a smile on his face, "Do you need help?
?”
After sizing up the other person, and then watching the three men faintly outflanking the position, the anger on the killer's face flashed away, he lowered his head and waved his hands to refuse, and replied in a low voice: "It's okay, there is something wrong with the car, I can just push it back myself."
"Oh, you really don't need help?"
"No thanks."
"Okay, then big brother, please give us some help." As he said this, the yellow-haired boy turned over his hands and showed off a branch of a flower. He couldn't name it, but it looked familiar and fresh. If I read it correctly, it was the same as the one in the green belt next to it.
Exactly the same, he scratched his head and said, "We are all students. We came out today for that, that..."
"Work-study." The young man on the side added with a half-smile.
He clapped his hands and said, "Yes, it's a work-study program! This is the last flower for sale. My eldest brother is probably getting married. Why don't you buy it and take it back to your sister-in-law? Show your love. Life also needs surprises."
The killer didn't look at the flower, but stared at the yellow hair for a while. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the crowd walking at the intersection not far away. His body trembled slightly and he took a deep breath: "These flowers are not cheap!"
Huang Mao smiled and gave a thumbs up: "Brother understands people and they are not expensive. Just give us your wallet."