I'm almost reaching the maximum level of evil god, and you're advising me to change my job

"What's the name of the organization?"

Listening to Han Shuang's expectant tone, Huang Ye cast his calm gaze on the tombstone on the ground.

His advanced ritual is to listen to the sound of life fading.

The name of level 60 is also called Gravedigger.

It seems that there is no more appropriate name than this organization.

"Epitaph." Huang Ye answered.

He knew very well that this word was a style of mourning.

Of course, it is also a beautiful memorial.

"Epitaph?" Han Shuang read, then frowned slightly, "Boss, this isn't right either."

"What's wrong?" Huang Ye looked back.

"I haven't read any books, and I haven't received any serious education." Han Shuang cautiously stated his opinion, "But "Zhi" mostly represents the information of the deceased, while "Inscription" is the evaluation of the deceased's life. ”

She looked at the writing on the tombstone and smiled slightly: "But isn't this too crude?"

Huang Ye's face suddenly turned cold: "It's almost done."

"Having a tablet and writing last words to the deceased is enough to give face."

He doesn't want to bother. On the battlefield, it's life and death. I still want to ask him his name, place of origin, path, and achievements in life?

I'm just killing someone, not a bank loaner.

There is no need to investigate so carefully.

With that said, he put the bodies of the two team leaders into his consciousness space.

"That's true."

Seeing this, Han Shuang nodded thoughtfully.

Since there are no plans to keep the bodies, let alone earthen graves.

She had dug a dry latrine in her conscious space, which was really laborious.

Writing your last words like this really saves you a lot of worry.

Thinking of this, Han Shuang smiled knowingly.

"So you haven't written my epitaph yet."

The sister who was standing quietly aside heard something interesting.

He spoke expectantly.

Huang Ye just glanced at her and called her bad luck.

I want something bad, I want a tombstone.

"Go back and stay with mom."

Without saying a word, Huang Ye threw his sister into the consciousness space, and at the same time took in the corpses of the several corpses she had killed, as well as the corpses of the team members.

After finishing everything, he looked at Han Shuang and said, "You take a car with them."

Hearing this, Han Shuang nodded seriously, and then said hello: "Everyone, get in the car."

"Let's go, don't be in a daze."

"I just killed a few people. Look, I scared you."

When Huang Mao heard the second boss shouting, he threw away his cigarette butt and stood up immediately.

He patted Sun Fan on the shoulder.

Seeing that his companion was indifferent, he stopped trying to persuade him and walked towards a car with his flip-flops.

"Then I'll go first."

The female team member reminded her and trotted after him.

Sun Fan sat on the grass and looked at his teammates...or rather, just stared at Huang Ye's back as he walked toward the vehicle.

He pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

He silently supported his knees and followed slowly.

"You take my car."

Sun Fan walked towards Han Shuang's car with a sullen face.

But when passing by an off-road vehicle.

Hear a calm voice coming from inside.

"Master, are you calling me?"

Sun Fan was stunned and felt an inexplicable sense of crisis.

Huang Ye didn't say much, crossed the armrest and opened the passenger door.

Sun Fan's heart sank, and he didn't understand why he suddenly stopped.

With nervousness and doubts, he walked into the passenger seat silently.

The hatred boiling in my heart was also covered by reason.

"Bang--"

He got into the passenger seat and closed the door gently.

The drumming in my heart continued.

Tension spread throughout his body, making his sitting posture extremely stiff.

Huang Ye didn't pay attention to him, but skillfully ignited the engine, put it into gear, and pressed the accelerator.

The dusty off-road vehicle suddenly came to life, its engine roaring, and it headed towards the dilapidated rural stronghold of Epitaph.

"Master, do you want to see me if you have anything to do?"

Inside the carriage, there was dead silence.

Sun Fan felt awkward and put his hands on his knees.

Finally unable to bear it any longer, he asked with a trembling tone.

"It's okay, I just have something I want to ask you."

Huang Ye looked ahead calmly, the car swaying on the low mountainside.

"I'll tell you everything I know."

Sun Fan took a deep breath and immediately expressed his stance seriously.

After a moment of hesitation, in order to show his honesty and low profile, he took off the mask.

Huang Ye turned his head slightly and glanced at the young man's face.

Asked: "Is my voice familiar?"

Sun Fan's pupils trembled.

He looked at Huang Ye in shock, not understanding why he said that.

He was not a qualified criminal investigation team member. He was still an intern until he resigned.

I can't be as oblivious as Master Chen Yilin.

But the tension at this moment made his mind extremely active.

Listening to the other person's voice so close did give him a familiar trance.

At least we had a brief conversation somewhere...

The young man frowned, his painful expression showing disappointment with himself.

At this moment, he always felt that there was some important information in it, but he had never been able to remember it.

"Your name is Sun Fan."

Huang Ye drove the car through the woods.

It was a dirt road that had been repeatedly rolled over by vehicles.

A casual word made Sun Fan's expression change.

The whole person was terrified.

He was frozen in the passenger seat.

"How do you know?!"

Sun Fan's tone was shocked and unbelievable.

It seemed as if all the disguises were seen through by the other party.

"Did you recall anything when you saw my sister?"

Huang Ye held the steering wheel with both hands, and his tone was playful.

Sun Fan was horrified and stared at Huang Ye in fear.

At this time, the wheels ran over the tree trunks, and the car body was bumped.

Sun Fan reached out and grabbed the damping armrest above his head.

Fixed the shaking posture.

As his eyes changed, he quickly shook his head: "I don't understand what the boss is talking about."

At this time, I can't admit it anyway. I know that he is the revenge for killing my master!

Only in this way can I survive!

Maybe, the other party will not do anything to me without evidence!

"Don't pretend, your acting skills are worse than mine."

Huang Ye didn't look at him, but just smiled lightly.

When Sun Fan heard this, he was full of blood and stimulated his cerebral cortex.

It made him full of panic.

In this sentence, he keenly extracted a key word.

Acting!

He still clearly remembered that Master Chen Yilin had mentioned something to him.

That was at the school gate of Contract No. 3 Middle School.

They had just finished investigating people who had contact with Pan Sen and learned about his death.

The master made a comment on the person under trial:

"He is acting nervous and cramped."

"But unfortunately, he is not an actor. There is no drama in his eyes."

"The surface is in place, but the eyes are the windows to the soul. From beginning to end, they are very calm."

Recalling these contents, Sun Fan's back of his hand, which was tightly holding the handrail above his head, had already exposed veins.

His chest rose and fell, and his breathing became heavier, as if he was about to be short of oxygen.

He clenched his teeth.

He looked at the driver's eyes in disbelief.

Underneath, there was only calmness and indifference.