Assassin Simulator: I deduced the accidental formula!

"Why do you suddenly look like you've seen a ghost?

Yan Zhihui was a little puzzled.

But he wouldn't say that he was very slow to this point.

Immediately, he took out his phone.

The above also received new news, and then he was stunned for a moment, looking at the content.

Seems to still think after a few seconds.

He made a similar move to his father, and there was another clanging sound.

The phone with encryption performance and three-proof function fell to the ground.

Fortunately, because the models carried by the father and son are the ones that can work under extremely severe and high pressure conditions, they did not suffer any loss.

It's just that Yan Zhihui is afraid to show it more clearly.

Two strands of war, eyes blank, and even kept shrinking back.

"He's here!

"He really came over! 35

"I knew he couldn't let us go!

In fact, the reason why the father and son look so ugly is very simple.

The first message they received, in addition to Li Mo's darknet notification list, was a photo.

It can be seen that there is a deserted road one or two kilometers away from the hotel.

There is a sentence above.

【I will be here soon. 】

Immediately, the two father and son were a little confused.

But the next photo is the perimeter of the abandoned hotel, which is still empty and no one is there.

The words became again [I am approaching you]

Now even an idiot understands what it means.

"It's the death artist!"

Yan Zhihui looked broken.

"It's only possible that death artists have such a bad taste!

The other party was approaching the hotel while sending threatening text messages.

This is superficial.

Of course, for Yan Zhihui, he didn't think it was a threat, but a lot of bad guesses suddenly appeared in his heart!

"Could it be that that guy is not a person at all? It's a ghost or something, for example, someone who was killed by the dark net, and then turned into a special kind of ghost that constantly accepts tasks on it, killing us wicked "~!"

This former rich second generation has been a bit reluctant to speak, and his brain is also quite rich.

Of course, this is also the result of Li Mo's step-by-step hints to him through his actions, in order to create a greater fear effect.

After all, many of the techniques of death artists are inexplicable.

While Yan Guozhang was using it, he looked at his mad son with the expression of an old man in the subway looking at his mobile phone, thinking in his heart.

"Actually, the photo sent by the dead artist, although it is a bit terrifying, but..."

"Mostly meant to intimidate.

On the contrary, Yan Guozhang was a firmer materialist.

"You idiot, the effect you can take with a camera! Scared you like this!

He yelled impatiently.

Yan Zhihui was still running around the room like a headless fly.

"That guy is definitely not human! What kind of ghost is that guy! I'm dead..."

He screamed frantically, and seemed to be thinking about where to escape.

But unfortunately, there is no place where Yan Zhihui can leave in the deepest room of the hotel, which was specially selected before.

The only exit is either from the main entrance, or...

He looked at the height under the window sill, a little terrifying.

Even in the case of extreme panic, Yan Zhihui can clearly recognize that jumping from here is not dead or disabled.

In the end, Yan Guozhang interrupted his son's howling impatiently.

He believes that in this case, this meaningless noise will only increase the difficulty for the two to escape.

Of course, what is more serious is that it will interrupt Yan Guozhang's own thinking.

"Didn't you just speculate that the death artist will only kill the bounty on the dark web? I've checked that Hugel is indeed on the bounty, and the task is completed."

“But the two of us have no one on the dark web, so don’t worry too much for now. 35

"Yes! Yes! Yes! It must be like this, the death artist will not take action against us, and now he has to follow his own rules and cannot take action against people who are not rewarded by the dark net!

Yan Zhihui shouted as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw!

His behavior caused the older man beside him to cover his forehead again, thinking that this guy was really stupid and hopeless.

Although there is such a statement, it is only a pure speculation. Who knows what the dead artist thought?

If you feel that you are not on the dark Internet and you can sit back and relax, you are even more stupid!

However, Yan Guozhang was also struggling with how to operate himself to escape successfully. Before he had time to think too much, he received another text message on his mobile phone.

Immediately, Yan Zhihui also picked up his mobile phone from the ground, which contained a concise picture and a sentence of pictures, which was the empty hotel door that had been opened.

It was already night time, so it was pitch-dark, and only a silhouette could be seen with the moonlight, and the accompanying text was "Don't rush, I'm here".

"" "Fuck me!

Yan Zhihui felt that he was already twisted and could no longer be twisted. He was clearly in the midst of incomparable worry and fear, but he couldn't make any normal movements, and he could only tremble all over.

As if being immersed in ice water, his body temperature was continuously lost, and his face was distorted to the extreme under the excessive fear!

And Yan Guozhang could see that his hands and feet were at a loss.

He couldn't figure out a way to escape in such a short period of time, and there was really nowhere to escape!

"Damn that guy must already know our situation, so he is pressing every step! 39

The two fathers and sons were still staring at each other. At this time, they really had nothing to do, whether it was Yan Zhihui, who was panicking to the extreme (good), or Yan Guozhangpi, who was still sensible.

They all had a vague hunch that they were probably going to face the dead artist.

So endless fear gripped their hearts, and they grabbed their phones, not knowing what to do for a while.

Until the picture in another text message came, it was a state that had reached the 4th floor stairs, and it was still empty, and the accompanying text was "We will meet soon".

"It's really ghostly.

Yan Zhihui shrank in the corner, he was completely collapsed at this time, he didn't dare to throw away the phone, and he didn't dare to continue to look at the photos that were passed over.

And Yan Guozhang is also stiff in place, but if he can come up with a little measure, he will take action, but the problem is that there is no way to operate.

In this desperate situation, they almost had to wait to die!