A New Character Every Month

Not long after, the taxi parked outside the courtyard of his villa.

As soon as Hume got out of the car, he found a person standing in front of the gate.

"Isn't that House?"

Hume looked at the man's familiar hairstyle and clothing, and guessed: "Could it be that he came to see me? It's too thoughtful."

Smiling, he walked into the yard.

"House, I'm really sorry..."

Hume was talking to himself, but found that House stood motionless, as if he didn't notice him.

"House?"

Hume thought House was in a daze, walked behind him, and patted him on the shoulder.

Sudden.

House turned sharply.

His face was gloomy, his cold eyes fixed on Hume, and he still held a sharp dagger tightly in his hand.

"House, don't be impulsive, there is something to discuss."

Hume hurriedly took a few steps back, but soon tripped over the uneven ground and fell to the ground.

Looking at House who was completely different from usual, he didn't know what happened, but his mind was still running at high speed, searching for a way out.

Like a cold puppet, House walked up to Hume with a dagger in his hand, and said with a sinister smile, "You are the last one!"

When Hume heard this, he immediately recalled Saroyan who jumped from the company in the morning.

next moment.

However, House raised his dagger and slashed across his throat without hesitation.

The blood vessel burst open, and the blood gushed out as if he didn't want money, splashing Hume all over.

"Am I the last?"

Hume looked at the fallen House, hurriedly got up, and came to the road outside the courtyard.

Apparently, that statement this morning was no hallucination.

But what he couldn't figure out was that these two people were fine yesterday and even flattered him.

Why is it like a different personality today, not only committing suicide, but also saying those scary words to him.

Looking at the figure in the pool of blood, Hume couldn't calm down for a long time, as if danger was imminent.

Even though it was noon, the sun was high and the surroundings were in good order, he couldn't find any sense of security.

Soon.

The detectives who came after hearing the news brought him to the Bureau of Investigation again.

After some severe interrogation, Hume was finally cleared of the suspicion by relying on the surveillance installed at the door of his house.

However, Hume could clearly feel that the detective in charge of recording obviously saw something wrong with him, and probably suspected that he was the murderer.

After all, there are thousands of ways to kill people in the world, and killing someone is not the only way to kill someone with your own hands.

On the psychological level, hinting at the other party and letting them go to death on their own is the most difficult method of killing, and it is also the most difficult to investigate, obtain evidence, and convict.

It was already late at night when he came out of the investigation bureau. Hume took a taxi and went to the nearest hotel.

The suicide case happened in front of his house, and his current small villa is still under lockdown.

The lockdown cannot be lifted in a short time, so I have to stay in a hotel tonight.

But even if the seal is lifted now, he dare not go back, he is not so big-hearted.

After Hume walked into the hotel room, he was already very hungry.

In addition to having breakfast at the hotel in the morning, I don't know where the bread I bought at noon was lost.

During the interrogation by the Bureau of Investigation, some agents offered him snacks, but he refused.

He has absolutely no appetite.

After all, two people died in front of him one after another, and blood was splashed all over his body, and even a lot of blood flew directly into his mouth. As long as he thought about the slightly salty blood, he couldn't help but feel nauseous, and even wanted to vomit. .

"Forget it, eat whatever you want."

Bowen called the guest room, ordered something random to fill his stomach, and then stepped into the bathroom.

Although it was washed at the Bureau of Investigation and changed clothes.

But time was tight at that time, and there was no way to wash it off, and he could still smell a faint smell of blood on his body.

Bowen stayed in there for half an hour, used up half a bottle of shower gel, and then finished washing and put on his bathrobe.

Now, he just wants to sleep.

Only sleep can effectively relieve the mental tension to the extreme.

"sleep."

Hume lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, and walked out of the bathroom.

He was about to walk towards the bed, but within a few steps, he stopped.

"What is it, why is it so sticky?"

Hume opened his eyes, and when he saw his feet, his pupils shrank suddenly.

On the originally clean floor, there was a pool of bright red and viscous blood.

Snapped!

Hume slapped himself hard.

"Am I dreaming?"

He opened and closed his eyes, and found that the ground was still covered with bright red blood, and when he looked up, he saw a line of distorted blood on the wall.

【You are the last one! ]

Hume said in horror: "Impossible, this is a hotel room, who can get in without my consent?"

Plop.

There was a sound of a heavy object falling from behind.

Hume turned his head quickly like a frightened bird, only to see a person lying in a pool of blood in front of the door.

He knew the person in the pool of blood.

Just like the two people who died in front of him, they were also employees of the company, they also worked under him, and they also had a good relationship with him.

And, also dead...

At this moment, Hume could no longer hold back the fear in his heart.

"Help!"

He screamed, opened the door and rushed out.

After half an hour.

Hume returned to the Bureau's interrogation room again.

Opposite him are several experienced detectives.

There's nothing to be concerned about when three people die, let alone suicide.

But the point is that all three were emotionally stable before, and according to their family, friends, and colleagues, they did not have any suicidal tendencies.

But now, not only did the three die by suicide, they all died in front of the same person.

This is worth paying attention to.

"Hum."

An agent asked: "Saroyan...the three are your colleagues, and they all work together under your command. Can you tell us why all three of them died in front of you?"

"I don't know, I really don't know."

Hume shook his head emotionally, suddenly paused, remembering the horrible nightmare he had in the morning, and immediately blurted out: "Alec, it must be Alec, he must have done it!"

The agents looked at each other and asked, "Who is Alec? What is the relationship with you?"

"He turned out to be an employee of our company and worked under me."

"Then where is he now?"

"I don't know. He has been fired because he caused great losses to the company."

"But those three people committed suicide, why do you say he did it?"

"I don't know, but if you were to find a reason, it must be Alec..."

"..."

Slums are one of the hallmarks of the United States.

Compared with other areas, the slums are filled with all kinds of religions, dirty, ugly, and full of sins.

The agents never included this place in their patrol routes, they just circled the edge.

That's all, it was done on the law enforcement vehicle.

The ghetto at night.

From time to time, several gunshots sounded.

At this time, in an inconspicuous room.

Alec was sitting at the desk, looking for information on the laptop on the desk.

"If you extend the time for revenge to a month, half a year, a year or even longer, you will be much safer."

Standing behind him, Lin Zian said with a smile: "But if you kill a few related people like today, even if there is no evidence, you will soon become a wanted criminal."

"But I have already written it, Mr. Death."

Alec smiled and said, "Besides, I've been preparing for a week, and I can't wait."