Lin Nanxiu looked at Zhao An intentionally or unintentionally, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.↖

Zhao An knew that she couldn't see her, but she still smiled.

The killer did not notice Lin Nanxiu's actions and details, but took out his camera and took pictures on the wall. From beginning to end, the gun never left Lin Nanxiu's forehead.

Although he was pressed against his forehead by the gun, Lin Nanxiu looked completely unconscious and just sneered, "If you can just draw this painting, it would be too simple... The security system of this room is based on implicit learning, and is a subconscious opening and closing door lock. No matter how you draw this painting, it is useless. My habit of drawing, my pen holding posture, my strength, my brushwork, and the order of my writing are all unique... Do you know that habits are the most difficult to copy. If I die, this room will not be opened."

Zhao An did not expect that there was such a password. This design is much more complex and safer than simple codes and fingerprint pupils. Basically, it can be said that the whole world knows how to open this door, but only Lin Nanxiu can open it.

But another point is that the picture scroll of "The Great Fu of Heaven" has a unique way of depicting, and every stroke has a layout. If you want to reach the level of learning by observing "The Great Fu of Heaven", the painting method cannot be changed easily.

If Lin Nanxiu also used this method to design the opening conditions of the room, then Lin Nanxiu's force, brushwork and order of writing are actually fixed and standard. Zhao An suddenly realized that in combination with Lin Nanxiuyuan, there might be someone who can open it, which should mean that he also mastered the depiction of the "Fu of Heavenly Way" scroll, and he could open the door with standard brushwork.

Is this person among the "also" referring to himself?

"Then I have to kill you." The killer's voice was still calm and cold, as if he didn't care whether he could open the door of the room.

"Okay." Lin Nanxiu closed her eyes.

Zhao An couldn't help but become nervous. Lin Nanxiu was still so calm at this moment of life and death. It seemed that she was determined to be the killer, but the other party should be determined to open the door of this room.

Zhao An could clearly see that Lin Nanxiu's eyelashes did not blink at all, indicating that her inner emotions were very calm.

The gunshot did not sound. Zhao An looked at the gunman's hands very stable, and Lin Nanxiu also opened her eyes unexpectedly and looked at the killer in confusion.

"You knew you would die today?" the killer asked, his voice still mechanically, and there was no curiosity. He seemed to be just following the other person's wishes to ask Lin Nanxiu.

"Yes, do you know I know I will die today?" Lin Nanxiu smiled slightly, "So, you are also fearless and completely treat me as a lamb to be slaughtered."

"You have done many things today, all of which are like arranging funerals. The letters you mailed, the electronic information you sent, cleared the account, made an appointment with the bank manager, and concealed some documents... But we have seen through all the things you did and intercepted them." The killer raised his hand and touched the black round object that turned into his ear, as if he was confirming the information he was saying.

Lin Nanxiu still kept smiling, "Yes, it's a pity that you have no way to know some of the things I prepared."

"So what?" The killer finally revealed a feeling that seemed to belong to him. "After all you do is dead, all this you do is futile."

"Haha...is it? Shoot!" Lin Nanxiu suddenly turned his head, his tone full of contempt, "I'm asking for death."

There was no harsh gunshots, nor fierce fighting, as if the camera suddenly turned to another scene. The vitality suddenly pulled away in an instant. The killer's gun had left Lin Nanxiu's head. The gun did not drift away from the muzzle, and the killer did not blew the muzzle coldly. Lin Nanxiu's body fell to the ground.

There was not even a trace of blood on her head, and she still maintained her undestroyed beauty. However, when her eyes opened, she had lost her spirit, but the expression on her face was still calm.

Zhao An stood in his position in shock. Looking at the sudden scene, he never thought that Lin Nanxiu would really die in front of him.

She is so calm, she is so unscrupulous, and she is so strong that Zhao An believes that she must have a trump card and must have her own plan. She gives people the impression that people are extremely powerful and makes people feel confident in her. Even if the pistol is pointed at her head, Zhao An believes that she can turn the tables.

But now, she is dead, it is so simple, and she has lost her life without any difference in the face of this situation.

Zhao An was stunned. How could this happen? How could Lin Nanxiu die like this!

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Whether Zhao An believed it or not, Lin Nanxiu lay on the floor, losing all his vitality and no sign of being alive.

She didn't even struggle or twitch for a moment, as if she just lay down, had a dream, slept for a while, and woke up again.

Zhao An, who didn't want to believe that she died just like that, knew that she was really dead.

Zhao An felt all kinds of feelings. If Lin Nanxiu died in front of him before seeing the picture of "The Story of Heaven", he might be very sad, but he would not feel lonely.

Looking at the dead Lin Nanxiu, Zhao An felt something being pulled from his heart, all the expectations disappeared, and all the joy and surprise disappeared without a trace.

It was like a lost child who suddenly encountered a familiar bus and knew that it could take him home. However, no matter how he waved, it never stopped and disappeared straight away.

No one can answer the doubts in his heart. Just when he felt that he would get the answer, he could no longer talk to someone who had shared experiences about some things that they only understood and depict some strange things behind the scenes of the world.

Zhao An looked at Lin Nanxiu lying on the ground in a daze. Such a beautiful woman died like this, and her splendor disappeared.

The contacts these days have given Zhao An more or less a friendship with Lin Nanxiu than cooperation. She has always been a woman he is curious and admired, and the surprise she brings him is second only to Tang Wu.

Of course, it is not that Zhao An also has the same emotions towards Lin Nanxiu as he is towards Tang Wu, but just a simple appreciation. He hopes that his friendship with her gentleman is as calm as water, without much socializing, knowing each other and identifying each other is enough.

Such a woman who is not important to Zhao An's life and cannot be considered a passerby. She is so fragrant. What should Zhao An do behind the mirror?

Breaking out and killing the killer unexpectedly? Zhao An did so, and he was not sure that he could still leave Jingxiu International Financial Center safely. Even if he barely breaks through, he would sooner or later have an irresistible force to suppress him.

In the face of this kind of power, Lin Nanxiu chose to die. Should he choose to fight to the death? Zhao An knew very well that if he was discovered now, the only one who found him would definitely not be the killer, and he could not kill anyone to silence him.

He would only kill himself and even have no time to find Lin Nanxiu's motives...

Yes! Motivation! Why did Lin Nanxiu let herself see this scene? Zhao An woke up and watched him here. It was Lin Nanxiu who arranged that he could only watch her die like this!

Was he going to witness this scene and tell Lin Xiaoxian and Wu Que? No, there is no need. If she wants Lin Xiaoxian and Wu Que to know how she died, she has a way and will not choose the most troublesome one.

Did you want him to rescue her in time? That would be even more impossible. She could say directly that she would negotiate terms and she would tempt Zhao An to take action... She was even misleading him, making him feel that she was not in real danger at all and she could deal with it by herself.

In addition to these reasons, Zhao An couldn't even think of other reasons. Lin Nanxiu was so amazing and had a wild idea. What was her intention to do this, and even did not hesitate to use her own death to make arrangements?

Could it be that she didn't plan to resist the storm and storm, and took advantage of the conversation before her death to reveal some information to Zhao An? Zhao An was puzzled.

This is not the first time that Zhao An has seen someone die in front of him, suppressing the disturbed thoughts in his heart. Zhao An looks at the dead Lin Nanxiu and the killer standing there like an observer in another space.

Before killing Lin Nanxiu, the killer's performance was very professional. His every move was cold and simple. Even the moment he pulled the trigger, there was no unnecessary emotion.

Now, like Zhao An, he looked at Lin Nanxiu on the ground, motionless and focused, not like the finishing of the work.

In the expectation that Zhao An did not burst out directly in his heart, the killer should clean up the scene, complete other possible tasks quickly, and then turn around and leave. If there is no request to collect the corpse, he will leave the room directly.

Zhao An looked at the killer and observed his next move.

The killer raised his hand and placed his pistol on the desk casually. He did not look through Lin Nanxiu's body. No one could survive with a shot, and even Lin Nanxiu would not have any magical performance.

The killer walked to the desk, with his hands behind his back, looking down at the night view of the Zhonghai Sea. Standing in this position, there was a feeling that the world was under his feet, and the heroic spirit in his heart was naturally different.

"It turns out that the scenery was so high, and the scenery was really different. Such a tall building was unimaginable before." The killer sighed to himself.

Zhao An felt that the killer's words and deeds were becoming more and more abnormal.

After enjoying the night view for a while, the killer lowered his head and said something, as if he was communicating with others, but he obviously had no intention of leaving immediately. Even Lin Nanxiu was dead, who could threaten him?

Police? The police in Zhonghai have never dared to come to Jingxiu Financial Center to do anything. Even if someone calls the police, they will not come here. Unless it is an order from the China Overseas Party Committee and Government or higher-level leaders, they can only enter after communicating with the security department of Jingxiu Financial Center.

The killer sat in Lin Nanxiu's position. He sat there, looked at the desk, raised his hand and pressed the seat, and looked proud and satisfied as if he had replaced Lin Nanxiu after killing Lin Nanxiu.

Even if he killed Lin Nanxiu, he would only take money to death. Such a huge Jingxiu trading company would not be controlled by a killer, but this did not prevent him from enjoying the feeling of owning an empire of wealth.

Zhao An felt a strange feeling that the killer seemed not just to complete the task, he was enjoying the changes brought about by Lin Nanxiu after his death and some of the changes he could get.

Could this killer be not the professional killer he invited, but is one of the core interests of the group of people who planned to kill Lin Nanxiu?

Zhao An was full of doubts and looked down at Lin Nanxiu's body. There was only a small hole on her forehead, with a faint blood stain. This was not an ordinary gun. Zhao An suspected that this was a neurotoxin bullet that carried poison and instantly destroyed Lin Nanxiu's brain.

The killer sat on the desk, turned on the computer, flipped through the documents, and still had no expression on his face, as if he was just dealing with daily work.

Zhao An didn't know when the killer would leave. He just wanted to see Lin Nanxiu's situation now, even if he knew that she was dead.

But the killer didn't know Zhao An's mood, and he was still in a good mood. Zhao An even saw him clicking the mouse, as if he had processed something on the computer.

Then……

The killer began to rub his face hard. When Zhao An saw that his face seemed to have suddenly become old, with deep gullies, and his whole face wrinkled. Next, the killer tore off the face!

Human-Skin Mask!

Zhao An actually saw such a thing. The leather mask, a person who often appears in martial arts novels, was actually difficult to make to the point of fineness and reality in ancient times, but it was easier to make in modern society. As long as you are willing to spend money, it can be difficult for the naked eye to distinguish.
Chapter completed!