Chapter 253 Entering the seventh level, the killer plays house (4)

"Is everything solved?"

"Since it's a problem? Is there any problem that can only be solved half way?"

A brief silence.

"OK."

After saying this, Feng Molan hung up the phone and lay back gently on the chair. The evening wind blew the curtains and made a rustling sound.

From the angle where he was lying on the chair, he could just see through the gaps in the curtains that the glass walls of distant buildings under the setting sun were dyed with warm yellow twilight. The busy city during the day seemed to suddenly become careless at this moment.

Getting lazy.

This is a two-story building in Shitamachi, Edogawa District. It is neither big nor small. The rent is 150,000 yen per month, which is not low, but it is within his acceptable range. It is mainly quiet around and close to the tram station and transportation.

convenient.

It was getting late, and Feng Moluan watched as the afterglow of the setting sun slid through the gap in the curtains towards the corner of the wall.

After a moment of silence, he glanced at the advertising card on the table, picked up his cell phone and made a casual call.

"Hello, is this a cake shop?"

"Yes, yes, yes, birthday cake."

"How old are you? Oh, he looks like eight years old."

"Okay, I'll go get it in half an hour."

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After hanging up the phone, Feng Moluan prepared the things he needed to take when going out and started changing clothes.

Finally, I walked to the door to change my shoes.

There is a potted green plant behind the door, whose scientific name is Silver Queen Dieffenbachia, also known as "Silver Queen".

"Silver Queen" This is Fumaran's friend, his only friend, who is always happy and never asks questions.

"Two people" also have the same hobbies.

Bask in the sun.

Many people think that a killer like Feng Moran, whose codename is "Shadow", should hide in the shadows his whole life.

This is not the case.

Feng Moluan likes to bask in the sun, and when the weather is sunny, he likes to put on ordinary clothes, wear that ordinary face, and walk on ordinary streets to feel the temperature of the sun.

The same goes for the four seasons.

Assassin is a very dangerous and easy profession, depending on how you think about it.

Feng Moluan felt that his job was easy.

Time, place, who deserves death.

He doesn't have to worry about it.

Just like today.

Everything has been arranged long ago.

Feng Mo answered the phone randomly, changed his shoes, went out, and rode the black will-o'-the-wisp motorcycle parked in the yard.

As he put on his helmet, he recalled in his mind the mark under the date on the wall calendar that he accidentally glanced at when he walked through the morning fog to take away the little girl named "Nova" from the shelter this morning.

Someone has a birthday today.

It's a little girl named Elsa.

People in shelters are usually in a tight situation. In previous years, they would eat red beans, rice and rice cakes for their birthdays. Today I showed up with a very tempting looking cream and fruit cake. I think the children will be very excited.

Feng Moluan thought in his heart,

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise slightly.

Suddenly, he remembered the task he had just been given on the phone.

Solving all the troubles naturally means that even those children are not spared.

He couldn't help but frown.

Furui Mubo's heart rarely felt a little irritable and should not have emotions, perhaps because it was triggered by the experience he had in the shelter.

Feng Moran thought this in his heart.

But there is no problem, he is a professional killer, and he can do it after the children have finished their cake.

He bent down and turned the accelerator. The black ghost-fire motorcycle disappeared into the dusk amid the roar of the engine. But for the first time, he felt that the profession of assassin was not only easy.

It seems a little helpless.

Half an hour later, in a private room of a nightclub in Edogawa District.

Someone had just stabbed a glass bottle in his thigh. Ashida Yoshishi, leader of the Ashida team, who was lying weakly on the sofa with his eyes closed and resting, waiting for his personal doctor to come to his door, suddenly felt a little wet on his face.

He subconsciously raised his hand and wiped it. He was startled and suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that there was a familiar face above his head - it was the subordinate who was guarding the door just now. At this time, his head was held by a shadow and hung in his hand.

On the top of his head, blood dripped all over his face.

Ashida Yoshihi subconsciously wanted to scream, but the next thing he found to his horror was that he had issued this command in his head, but could no longer make any sound in his throat.

Why?

Oh, it turns out that the head and neck are separated.

The moment his consciousness dissipated, Ashida Yoshi felt a little confused in his heart.

Didi didi—!

complete the task,

The call was quickly connected again.

"The nightclub has taken care of it, but someone seems to be targeting us."

"Who? From the Third Investigation Team?"

"No, it seems to be a private detective agency."

"Huh, that's good. If it's a problem, let's get rid of it together."

"OK."

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Feng Mo hung up the phone randomly.

After leaving the house, I got on the ghost-fire motorcycle parked in the back alley of the nightclub and arrived at the Edogawa asylum faster than the young people at the detective station. I saw the man with a false and flattering smile on his face.

female person in charge.

In the reception room of the asylum, a woman wanted to make him tea, the best tea.

Feng Mo said nonsense, no need.

The woman was stunned for a moment and said, why.

Feng Mo said randomly, "I'm afraid I'll be embarrassed to do anything after drinking your tea."

After a while, the woman was half frightened, half confused, half unwilling and half angry, and fell into a pool of blood together with the female worker who brought water to make tea.

Feng Mo tidied up his clothes and walked out carrying the cake.

Watching the children running back and forth around the slide in the yard, bursts of laughter from time to time, the children, both old and young,

These are also his "mission goals".

On the lawn, the girls were playing house, and a few boys were playing peek-a-boo.

Suddenly, a blond-haired tomboy-like girl ran towards Feng Moran and curiously tilted her head and glanced at the reception room behind the man.

"Uncle, is auntie inside? Can I hide there?"

"It's not allowed there."

"Okay. Uncle, what do you have in your hand?"

"cake."

“It looks delicious.”

"Want to try it?"

"Ah? Is that okay?"

"sure."

Because this is what is prepared for you.

Feng Moluan said silently in his heart.
To be continued...