Assassin Simulator: I deduced the accidental formula!

"Go! It's going to cost money again!"

Cheng Ningnan's expression was very unsightly to the naked eye. The main reason why he, the head of the investigation team of the Homeland Security Bureau, was so rude—

They found that on the dark web forums they have been monitoring, there seem to be many people talking about the problem of another successful shot by the dead artist.

So these people had no choice but to spend tens of thousands of yuan to buy a message with almost no confidentiality factor to authenticate one thing.

That is, Yan Zhihui was indeed dead, and the cause of death was a rather inexplicable bounty, and only five digital currencies were given as a bounty.

The rest of the seller's message or any personal information was not given at all.

It was in such a miraculous situation that this guy died.

"Definitely an artist of death.

At this time, Lu Ze, who was sitting in front of the car and driving a car, said in a somewhat playful tone.

As he fiddled with the steering wheel, he tapped the pendant in the cockpit.

"Yes, I also think it is a death artist, but why is it so directional?

He Yike nodded.

The group of 22 people are sitting in a van at the moment. From the inside, it is a very comfortable environment, with various velvet carpets and leather sofas, and there is a car refrigerator on the cabinet, which can be taken out. Beverages, drinks.

But from the outside, it's just a worn-out van that has been in use for many years and seems to have aged a lot.

This is a case-handling tool specially taken out of the warehouse by the people of the Homeland Security Bureau in order to track the movements of the Yan family and their sons.

It not only takes into account the comfort level, but also ensures that the members of the Homeland Security Bureau can continue to track down day and night, and at the same time, they can hide their whereabouts in this area, so as not to surprise the suspects.

But at this time, they felt a little embarrassed that their task had been completed halfway.

Yan Zhihui seems to have been killed.

"If you really lie down, you will definitely be held accountable."

Cheng Ningnan was speechless.

He slapped the laptop in front of him irritably.

In fact, their speed has been quite fast, and they have come to Jehol.

It was the direction to the hotel now, but it was the time difference that made them come a step late.

"It seems that the dust has settled, but we still have to track down that Yan Guozhang, I even suspect that the death artist is deliberate, keeping the same pace as us to kill people.

Li Mingwei leaned against the window and stretched out more than half, because there was no one on the road, so he could do this unsafe action with peace of mind, of course, the main purpose was to smoke.

"The main problem now is to hope that He Yike's inference is correct and that the two fathers and sons can be found in Rehe, otherwise we may have to spend more money to buy the killing evidence on the dark web to infer whether Yan Zhihui died. Where.

Cheng Ningnan's tone was obviously irritable, and he banged on the car window.

Before long, the battered-looking van was parked on the long-abandoned building.

Lu Ze quickly got out of the car and stretched his body.

"I'm going! It's really tiring to drive for so long!"

"It's not that complicated for us to track down those answers on weekdays. 99

This young man seemed to have a very lively tone, and he was not in a bad mood, because Yan Zhihui was at least dead, and he paid the price for the wrong thing he did.

Although Lu Ze said that his attitude towards the dead artist has always been that he must not be arrested, he also quite agrees with the other party's act of killing wicked people.

"Our position is to say less words like this, so as not to be caught by some people, it would be a big trouble."

Cheng Ningnan also got out of the car. He stared at the abandoned buildings in front of him. A lot of thoughts flashed in his heart. Then the group of people carefully pushed open the door of the hotel.

It didn't take much effort, because there was still no lock, but it was in disrepair and a little stuck.

Then they saw a scene that looked quite decayed and gray under the sunlight. There were messy concrete floors everywhere, and some were even covered with floor tiles, and some walls were decorated and painted with colors. hanging flowers.

On the other side, the blue-gray cement style seems to be just an unfinished building.

"That Yan Zhihui can be considered to be lavish and extravagant for half his life, and finally died in such a place, and died in the right place."

Li Mingwei was carrying a backpack with a lot of instruments on it. As he spoke, he opened the backpack, took out a device similar to infrared monitoring, and handed it out.

Cheng Ningnan put it on his head.

Then he was able to keenly capture some information that was invisible to the naked eye in his field of vision.

Basically all the small animals in this abandoned hotel, such as mice and the like.

He dutifully went ahead.

"Although the dead artist guy shouldn't have any ill will towards us."

"But still be careful. After all, that bastard is probably a lunatic. Who knows if he will suddenly put malice on us."

The members in the back just nodded in agreement.

The literacy of the personnel of the Homeland Security Bureau is reflected. Although most of them do not care about such an inference of Cheng Ningnan 303, they still maintain a vigilant attitude in accordance with the rules and regulations.

They first searched for the location of the lobby on this floor, but found nothing.

Except for some cluttered furniture that is visible to the naked eye and I don't know when I bought it.

It is just some broken walls, and it is not destroyed, but these bricks and stones have not been used for processing after they were first transported.

"If it were me, I would probably hide in the deepest part of the 4th floor, let's go there first.

He Yike put forward his own opinions and insights.

Soon, they stepped on the stairs that were not easy to go up, reached the 4th floor, and started a carpet-like search.

"This place is crappy enough. 99

You Chengzhu was looking at this last room at will.

However, suddenly he saw a piece of blood-stained steel rod.

No, come here quickly, people should be here.

Then he rushed to a place further inside the room with a single stride, and saw a corpse lying there.

It was Yan Zhihui's, and Yu Chengzhu felt a faint strange incongruity.

And he also realized that there was a sound of footsteps coming from behind, and it was his colleague who came here.