A New Character Every Month

Although he couldn't see how much his remaining lifespan was, but after paying half of it, it would not exceed 30 years at most, and he would be able to kill one or two ordinary mutants.

Compared with the Ranger King, who has a lifespan of more than 1000 years, it has no effect.

He didn't even dare to write the mutant's name on the Death Note.

"Yes."

Lin Zian explained: "It's not your own lifespan, but the lifespan you harvested with the Death Note. You can only kill them after they add up to more than the remaining lifespan of the mutants you want to kill."

This is a rule that Lin Zian only discovered recently.

He didn't know if the original Death Note had such a rule, but this one in his hands did.

Even if it is him himself, if he wants to kill mutants through the death note, it is also subject to this restriction.

However, although this is a bit uncomfortable, it does not affect the use.

After all, the lifespan of most mutants is not much longer than that of ordinary people, so if you casually harvest the life of an ordinary person, one or two mutants can be eliminated.

As for mutants with long lifespans, it was just harvesting more ordinary people in advance.

The most important thing is that Lin Zian doesn't need to do it himself.

So, he agrees with this rule.

Alec and the subsequent Death Note holders, even in order to prevent possible confrontation with long-lived mutants in the future, will probably use the Death Note diligently.

In order to prevent the predicament that one day, mutants will come to your door, knowing the other party's name and having the time to write it down, but dare not write it down.

"In exchange for the lives of ordinary people..."

Alec nodded seriously: "I see."

Although this restriction was out of his plan, as long as he could kill mutants with a notebook, then Left and Right would just write more names.

"Now, it's better to collect more information to prepare for the next plan."

Alec was typing on the keyboard, just about to start searching, suddenly seemed to think of something, he hesitated for a moment, and clicked on a photo.

The opponent is the strongest among the 11 superheroes, and is also currently recognized as the strongest mutant in the world-Son of God.

The height of 1.9 meters eight, the most perfect male body proportion in history, the body is strong without losing the beauty of lines.

That face that does not belong to the human world, regardless of whether it is a woman or a man, can't help but be surprised after seeing it.

The beautiful and supple golden long hair not only did not make the heroic spirit drop, but added a gentleness, which made people feel good from the bottom of their hearts.

This is the "Son of God", a mutant who seems to gather all the good things in the world.

Just like the heirs descended from the gods, they are dazzling.

"No matter how many times I see it, I still can't help but want to see it a few more times."

Alec shook his head and looked at the numbers displayed on the head of the "Son of God".

"His lifespan is..."

only one glance.

He was stunned, his eyes were nothing but shock or shock.

"Son of God."

At this time, Lin Zian also focused on the photo of "Son of God".

Although the other party's lifespan has already been checked, but seeing it again, I still can't help being slightly amazed.

The string of long lifespans even made him wonder whether the other party would be a genuine heir of the gods just like the title.

In a blink of an eye.

A few more days passed.

In this world where technology and mutants coexist.

As always, the calm that should be, the hustle and bustle that should be.

But some people's lives are destined to be unable to maintain peace.

"Seven, this is already the seventh, why haven't you made any progress yet?!"

In the confinement room of the Bureau of Investigation, Hume grabbed the fence and looked fiercely at the agents outside.

him at this time.

No longer the high-spirited and complacent a few days ago.

Instead, he was in a mess, like a loser who was beaten to pieces by life.

There was a greasy shine on the messy hair, the beard hadn't been trimmed for a few days, and the clothes on his body were crumpled and exuded a sour smell.

"Mr Hume."

The agent frowned and replied, "Please don't get excited. Regarding your case, we have dispatched a lot of people from the headquarters, and I believe there will be a result soon."

It's okay not to say this, but when he said this, Hume became even more angry.

He roared: "Damn it, you also said the same thing a few days ago, but what happened? I dare not even walk out of the investigation bureau!"

The agent said dissatisfied: "Mr. Hume, please remember your identity. I am not your employee, and you have no right to order me."

"Damn moth!"

Hume said angrily: "I am a taxpayer, and I contribute to every penny you spend, but you can't even investigate a small case. What use are you?"

The reason why he was locked in the confinement room was not because he was suspected, but because he requested it on his own initiative.

seven.

A total of seven people.

In addition to the three people on the first day, four more people died in front of him in the past few days.

Through the similarity of these suicides, it was found that they all made radical remarks on Alec on the day he resigned from the company.

As a result, the detectives have also placed suspicion on Alec, but they cannot find Alec.

This also brought the case to a standstill.

In addition, according to the case report, there are only two people left in the same situation as the previous seven deceased.

Hume didn't forget the words those people left before committing suicide.

"You're the last one!"

In other words, there are probably only two people in front of him.

And if you count his manager uncle, there are at most three people.

Once these people are all dead, it will probably be his turn.

This is also the main reason why Hume dare not step out of the investigation bureau.

Chapter 310 Hell Hunter

"If you have an opinion, you can complain to me."

After saying this, the old detective left.

Hume didn't notice this, he had fallen into deep fear and couldn't extricate himself.

In addition to facing death threats, his work has also been greatly affected.

This morning, a phone call from the head office forced him to take three months of sick leave. The position of deputy manager who will be decided next month has nothing to do with him.

And it is said that it is three months of sick leave, but after three months, I am afraid that it will either be postponed or resigned.

After all, the people who died were all his employees, who were inextricably related to him, and even the murderer was very likely to be the person who was fired by him.

Even if he is not to blame for all this, in order to avoid being affected, the head office will never entrust him with important responsibilities, but would like to get rid of him immediately.

As for his manager uncle, he is also in trouble now.

Thinking of this, Hume slumped on the ground dejectedly.

"Mr Hume."

The old detective who had just left came back again.

Hume looked at the other party dissatisfied: "What's the matter?"

The old detective replied: "The personnel sent from above have arrived, and they are now in our investigation bureau. They want to meet with you."

He took out the key and stepped forward to open the door of the confinement room.

"I hope it's not a rice bucket."

Hume sneered, walked out of the iron gate, and followed behind the old detective.

As soon as the two of them walked a certain distance, the old detective suddenly turned around and said, "Mr. Hume, if possible, I hope you can go to the rest room in our bureau to wash up and change into clean clothes."

Hume thought he was teasing him that he stinks, and immediately refused bluntly: "No! No!"

The old detective was not angry either, he turned his head and continued to lead the way, with a meaningful smile on his face.

Soon, the two arrived at the door of a meeting room.

Open the door and take a look.

In addition to a whiteboard, there are a few folding chairs and two men.

One is a young detective in uniform, and the other is a burly middle-aged man in a leather jacket.

Hume followed behind the old detective, and as soon as he entered, he found that the two people inside were looking at him, and they both looked at him with some meaning.

Especially the middle-aged man, it made him feel like an animal being targeted by hunters.

The hair on his body stood up, and he didn't want to stay here for a moment.

The old detective pointed to the young detective and introduced, "This is the detective sent by the headquarters to take charge of this case."

The young detective held out his hand to Hume and said with a smile, "Hi, Mr. Hume, you can call me Deren."