The Grim Reaper is coming: the start of the game enters the countdown to death

When everyone was in a dilemma, Director Sun quickly made a decision.

"Let's give the letter to Jun Yan, and I'll send it to him personally."

With that said, he picked up the letter and prepared to leave.

Everyone thought of the highly probable guess just now, and immediately became nervous, and hurriedly spoke out to dissuade them.

"Director Sun, you can't go in person!"

"That's right Bureau Sun, let me deliver this letter to Jun Yan!"

"No, let me go, I have the lowest position here, in case it is triggered..."

"All right!"

Bureau Sun raised his voice in vain, and said with a serious face: "I know what you are thinking in your heart. Are you worried that I will contact Yan Jun and be retaliated by the god of death? I hope everyone can understand that Yan Jun is now a whole with us. In a full nest, how can there be any eggs!"

After finishing speaking, he strode out of the monitoring room.

……

For twenty or ten minutes, Ning Xue cried sadly in Yan Jun's arms, her tears couldn't be stopped like a faucet turned on.

Yan Jun held Ning Xue in his arms without moving, patted her on the back lightly, and whispered comforting words from time to time.

Finally, Ning Xue was tired from crying and fell asleep in Yan Jun's arms.

Yan Jun passed through Ning Xue's armpit with one hand, held up her long legs with the other, and tiptoely carried her to the bedside, then carefully placed her on the bed, covered her with the quilt and placed it on her forehead A kiss.

This scene made the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room both warm and distressed.

"It turns out that Brother Jun also has a tender side, and not only treats people like maids."

"Oh, what a wonderful young lady, my heart aches when I cry."

"Who said it wasn't? The God of Reaper is so fucked up! Miss Ningxue originally triggered the omen of death. Fortunately, she met Brother Jun. The two of them had just tasted the taste of love, but they didn't expect that their father would actually trigger the death omen. Omen. If it were me, people would collapse."

"Don't say anything, Brother Jun, come on! Be sure to protect your future wife and father-in-law!"

Just when Yan Jun was about to talk to Zhou Ke first, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter!"

Seeing the person coming, Yan Jun was slightly surprised: "Ju Sun?"

Director Sun came over and handed the envelope in his hand to Jun Yan: "Just now someone sent a letter by drone, it's for you, you decide whether to read it or not."

After the words fell, Yan Jun and the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room were slightly surprised.

write a letter?Also delivered by drone?
This way of conveying information... seems so strange!

The curiosity of countless people was immediately aroused.

"Okay, Mr. Yan, the letter has been delivered, I'll go first."

Bureau Sun was about to leave, but was stopped by Jun Yan.

"Let's read this letter together."

As he said that, Yan Jun tore open the seal of the kraft paper envelope.

A thin piece of paper fell down, with a few short lines written on it.

The audience in the live broadcast room stretched their necks, wishing their eyes could get into the live broadcast screen, but they still couldn't see anything, and felt like a cat scratching their hearts for a moment.

Yan Jun held the piece of paper in his hand, and read the mysterious letter carefully, while Bureau Sun couldn't help but look sideways.

Yan Jun:

I was you, and you will be me!

Your kind - the loners.

Including the name and signature, there are only three lines in total.

That's all there is to it.

After reading the letter, Bureau Sun didn't react much, but subconsciously narrowed his eyes and fell into thinking.

And Yan Jun was shocked when he saw the words "your kind" in the signature.

what's the situation?How can I somehow become someone else's kind?
Could it be... In this world, not only oneself has awakened the system?
As soon as this idea came up, Yan Jun unconsciously widened his eyes.

"System! Come out!"

"Does the master want to start the lucky ten consecutive draw?"

"Let me ask you a question, does anyone else in this world have a system?"

"do not know."

Yan Jun continued to ask in his mind: "Then is there anyone else who has your death enemy system?"

"Back to the host, this system is unique in heaven and earth!"

Yan Jun nodded, looking at the piece of paper in his hand, he was curious, but he was in a fog.

This "lonely man" who claims to be his own kind is simply a riddleman. He sent a letter with a drone just to play riddles with himself?

This man is sick!
And he was very sick!
"Sun Bureau, what do you think?" Yan Jun suddenly looked at Sun Bureau.

"Cough, this..."

Director Sun frowned as he looked at a few lines of 'fake Song font' on the piece of paper, and immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Go and find out the model number of that drone right away!"

As the person in charge of safe house No. 9, he was still very cautious.

Regardless of why this mysterious "lonely man" sent Yan Jun this inexplicable letter, it is always right to find out the identity of this person first.

3 minutes later, the phone call came.

Bureau Sun listened to his subordinate's report on the phone, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, his eyes narrowed slowly, and his expression was extremely serious.

"What's wrong?" Yan Jun asked curiously.

Director Sun put down his phone and sighed in disappointment; "The parts of the drone are all made by himself, without any model or label."

After the words fell, Yan Jun was stunned for a moment, and said with a little surprise: "So, this 'lonely man' assembled a drone by himself just to deliver this letter to me?"

"It should be like this!" Director Sun nodded with a solemn expression.

"This is a bit interesting!"

At this time, hundreds of millions of netizens in Yan Jun's live broadcast room stretched their necks, but they still couldn't see anything. They were almost panicked, and they sent bullet screens one after another asking Yan Jun to show them the content of the letter.

Yan Jun also lived up to expectations, and directly displayed the content on the piece of paper.

Five seconds later, countless viewers were disappointed.

"That's it? I thought there were so many people who used drones to deliver letters!"

"Is this riddle man playing tricks? Is he still riding a lonely man?"

"What does he mean by saying that he is brother Jun's kind?"

"It's been said that riddlers are pretending to be ghosts, and you still guess?"

"I heard from Brother Jun and the others that he assembled this drone by himself. I'm afraid this 'lonely man' has something?"

"Understood, this person sells drones and wants to use Brother Jun's popularity to advertise. Look, the next letter must be delivered by a branded drone."

"The case upstairs has been solved, haha!"

In the room, there was no clue about the mysterious letter, so Director Sun naturally left.

And Yan Jun also took this incident as a prank, and immediately put it behind him.

His top priority was to protect the lives of these people.

After looking at Ning Xue, who was still sleeping soundly, with a sad face and the string of numbers above her head, Yan Jun sighed softly, with a flash of firm tenderness in his eyes, and slowly walked out of the room.