July 31st.

Early morning a day ago.

After the orange-coat left, a man knocked on the door of the magic house.

Jiang Shu opened the door and the person who came was Su Xiaoou.

"What's the matter when I look for me so late?" Su Xiaoou looked at him and didn't walk in.

"The story of Jabba Clark." Jiang Shu smiled.

Su Xiaoou immediately walked in.

"Sit." Jiang Shu pointed to the position opposite the desk, then walked towards his magic cabinet, opened the innermost floor, and took out a note.

Back at the seat, he handed the note to Su Xiaoou and said, "After reading it, burn it, and then you can ask questions."

"Oh." Su Xiaoou took the paper notes, glanced at them and threw them back, "I can't read."

Jiang Shu: “…”

"I built a framework, but it took a time," he continued.

Su Xiaoou didn't understand, "Frame?"

"Yes, frame." Jiang Shu knocked on the paper documents placed on the table. "Jabba Clark, the second in command of the Black Fire Gang, is very powerful near the E-Zero Street, and has connections between black and white. Moreover, on the surface, he is also a businessman who invests in several entertainment clubs. Therefore, if he dies, his cause of death will be thoroughly investigated."

"So what?" Su Xiaoou frowned.

"It is too difficult to create an accident, and it is impossible to commit suicide by forging it, so there is only one possibility left." Jiang Shu shrugged, "Corresponding to the guile of the troupe."

"Um?"

"Just as the police station issued me a certificate, a criminal counselor." He smiled, his eyes narrowed, like a big fox. "I can understand the tricks, and naturally I know how to create tricks."

Jiang Shu continued: "This is my theoretical framework at the beginning - hitchhiking and killing people. As long as you wait for the ride from the trick group, you can start planning."

"What should I do?" Su Xiaoou looked at him.

"I only provide guidance for the sin theory consultation, but will not provide actual help." Jiang Shu said slowly, "But you are different, you are special."

"Special?" Su Xiaoou repeated.

Jiang Shu smiled, "It's a big reward for the opening of the business."

"Well..." Su Xiaoou felt very serious.

This is the rule that Jiang Shu just set a few days ago. The first is to never take action personally, watch the fire from the other side of the river forever, and never cause the fire to burn yourself.

He can provide criminal counseling for others, but he cannot involve himself in this regard.

And his second rule is that all bad things are done by the trick group.

What about tricks, who should I look for if I don’t look for them?

It's really a ready-made trash can.

"A, B, B, D." Jiang Shu snapped his fingers.

The four tablets understood and they worked together to turn off all the electronic equipment in the magic room, pulled up the curtains, and the darkness immediately enveloped the entire magic room.

The lights were fired from above and shone in the center of the desk, while Jiang Shu and Su Xiaoou separated the two ends of the light, and half of their bodies were sank into the darkness.

As a master of field control, Jiang Shu said that the atmosphere is very important and the scenario where the old secret discussion must be discussed in an old time.

"What should I do?" Su Xiaoou didn't care about the surroundings, but just stared straight at Jiang Shu.

She and Jiang Shu only knew each other for a week, but she chose to believe him.

"It's very simple, use time to mislead." Jiang Shu suddenly thought of something fun, so she smiled, "Let's give Wolf a chance to show her face."

"Time is wrong?" Su Xiaoou murmured, tilting his head to look at Jiang Shu.

For some reason, looking at Jiang Shu with a childish smile, she felt that she had seen the young god.

If there is really a god in this world.

——

August 1st. Late.

now.

Suburbs, basements, dark, uncontrolled.

She found this place. She had been in the F district and knew very well that the body that appeared would not be taken care of by anyone.

He walked in the corridor of the basement, where even the lights were dim and damp, and he could hear the sound of dripping water from the depths of the darkness and the rustling movements of some creatures.

Compared with the neat streets in ABC District, this place has a very good smell of wasteland after the end of the world. The simple and dirty messy ones are not enough to describe it.

Every time he walked a distance, he would see sporadic blood and yellow-brown stains, and the stench made him cover his face and walk away quickly.

"!"

Suddenly, he saw a dirty and smelly bedding and its owner, a hungry man, sitting on the right side of the corridor, with a bedding hanging casually on his body, revealing a large area of ​​skin, unable to tell whether he felt cold or hot.

Only when he passed by this person would the wanderer's lifeless eyes appear strange colors, and then look at him with a bottomless look like a dry well.

Such a person is dead, but he has not been buried yet.

He still had no expression on his face.

This is the lonely city, where heaven and hell coexist, but heaven is heaven and hell is hell.

Soon he found the uninhabited basement she mentioned, and she said that the wanderer who lived here had frozen to death last winter.

But winter in the lonely city is not cold.

He pushed open the door and she stood inside, her eyes always locked on the hospital bed in the middle of the room.

"Um!" Under the dark light, the bald man with his hands and feet on the bed was full of fear and struggled desperately, but to no avail.

The man's mouth was sealed and he couldn't speak.

She asked, "Do you still remember me?"

The man's eyes were stunned for a moment, and then he kept shaking his head.

"That's good." She actually smiled, then looked at the man with cold eyes, "Do you know why I seal your mouth? Actually, I really want to hear your screams."

"It's like, you haven't given any victims the chance to beg for mercy..." she replied, with a mocking smile on her lips, "I'm not going to give you a chance to beg for mercy either."

After speaking, she walked forward, but was stopped by him standing beside her watching the show.

"Wait a minute." He stopped her.

The bald man seemed to see the only hope.

"I brought some gifts," he continued, walked forward, and gave the man on the hospital bed an injection, piercing one end into the blood vessel and a bag of potion on the other end.

Then he took out another injection and injected it into the man's horrified gaze.

"It's saline." He pointed to the bag of clear potion, "it can keep you going longer."

"It's adrenaline." He shook the hollow needle in his hand. "It can make your nerves more excited, your nerves will greedily absorb the pain every moment, and you won't feel numb about it."

He smiled at her gently and said, "Next, it's you."

Then he walked out of the room and took the door carefully.

——

An hour later, she walked out blankly and looked at him waiting at the door.

"Are you done?" he asked.

"Yeah." she replied.

She took out a box, "He used this to buy his life, and it contained black silver, a pound of quantity."

"It was collected by someone," she continued.

He took the box and said, "Okay, I get it."

"Da--" He snapped his fingers in her ear and caught her fainting.

He said in her ear, "When you wake up, you will find that the revenge has been avenged, and you will forget all the details of tonight. In the future, your sister Ran will be the driving force for you to move forward, not your shackles."

"Good night, a good dream."
Chapter completed!