A New Character Every Month

But now, firstly, the case must be solved, and secondly, only he can find the real culprit behind the scenes.

Because behind these cases, there is likely to be a "death note" that can take away the life of the other party as long as the name is written. Twelve spirits.

If it is false, then everyone will be happy.

But if it is true, then the Death Note must be in their hands, otherwise no one can guarantee what terrible consequences will happen if someone writes their name on it.

After all, the killing method of the Death Note is too unbelievable.

"above......"

Hume kept his mouth shut, not daring to ask any further questions.

Although he has been living in the investigation bureau for the past few days, he does not want to be imprisoned for spying on secrets.

After half an hour.

When meal time came, Deren went out to eat.

Although Hume's visceral repair operation was completed well, he couldn't even eat liquid food in the short term, not to mention normal meals.

He rang the call bell and had a bottle of glucose drip brought to him.

Since he didn't need to pay for the medical expenses, he specifically asked for the most expensive one.

"hunter……"

Hume sighed and looked out the window at the tall buildings in the distance.

Although he hated the Hell Hunter, but with the other party's super power, this case should be solved soon, and he didn't need to be so frightened anymore.

Thinking of this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he turned his head and thought about the company, his mood became depressed again.

"If I had known, I should have killed Alec that day in the bar!"

Although the Bureau of Investigation only listed Alec as the main suspect, in Hume's mind, even if Alec was not the murderer, he was definitely a collaborator.

Suddenly, there were a few conversations outside the door.

After a while, an old doctor in a white coat walked in with a medical kit.

Hume was taken aback. Shouldn't nurses be doing glucose drips, which have almost no technical content?

The old doctor did not tell the reason, and took out a bottle of glucose from the medical box.

Seeing this, Hume asked, "Doctor, how long will it take me to recover?"

Facing his inquiry, the old doctor was deaf, showing no sign of wanting to answer.

Hume was a little dissatisfied. He was a patient anyway, and he was a customer in a hospital, and a customer was God.

How dare you not answer God's question?

Hume yelled again, and gradually realized that something was wrong.

After giving him a good drip, the old doctor stood by the bed in a daze, staring straight at the bottle of glucose that had just been hung up.

As if thinking of something, Hume also looked at the bottle of glucose in horror.

With just one glance, he was shocked.

There are actually six eyeballs soaked in it, and the blood color can still be seen faintly.

"Hum."

The old doctor suddenly showed a sinister smile, and said, "It's your turn!"

Immediately, he took out a standard scalpel from his white coat and cut it across his throat.

Warm blood spurted out.

Embellished the white ward with a little scarlet.

"Help!"

Hume was terrified and wanted to cry out for help.

But he immediately found that his voice could not come out of his throat, and he also lost control of his body.

Frightened and uneasy, he could only watch his body get up and get out of bed, pull out the needle in his hand, and come to the window.

Chapter 310 All Cardiac Paralysis

"help me!"

"Come and save me!"

Seeing this scene, Hume recalled those who died in front of him, screaming wildly in his heart, wanting to regain control of his body.

However, this didn't do anything, his body was still moving uncontrollably.

He opened the window, climbed onto the window sill and squatted halfway.

Eleven storeys high.

Hume just glanced down and felt dizzy.

If former colleagues and subordinates committed suicide in front of him, it made him feel that death was approaching him step by step.

So now, he has the feeling of standing on the tip of a knife and dancing, and if he is not careful, he will die.

Suddenly, he felt one of the hands fixed on both sides loosen.

Immediately afterwards, the other one also let go.

Now he is wearing a hospital gown, stepping on the slightly raised window sill with his bare feet, if his body tilts a little, he will fall down the stairs without accident.

"Alec, I know you're watching, let me go, whatever you want me to do..."

Hume yelled frantically begging for mercy in his heart, and two lines of tears flowed out of his eyes, whether it was regret or fear.

call!

A gust of wind came.

In a city full of steel, the wind at the bottom is weakened by various buildings, so the wind is very weak.

And the high-level wind, without weakening, is enough to blow a person to one side.

Hume could completely ignore the gust of wind if he stood on a flat ground, as long as his feet were staggered by a certain distance.

But at this time, not to mention that his hands were not fixed on the window sill, nor did he have non-slip shoes on his feet, but he was standing barefoot on the window sill with a very small contact surface.

Soon, the wind blowing from outside made him fall into the room.

"saved!"

Just as joy welled up in Hume's heart, he found that his hands were firmly grasping the window sills on both sides, and he could not pour into the room.

"No, Alec..."

The next moment, he pulled his hands violently.

The whole body tilted forward in the opposite direction, and fell from the height of the eleventh floor.

Walkway on the first floor.

An old man in a hospital gown was sitting in a wheelchair being pushed by a nurse with good figure and appearance to relax.

The nurse said in person: "Sir, do you want to go to the front and have a look, it's the best viewing spot in our hospital."

The old man nodded and said with a smile: "Although this is my first visit to your hospital, your service can be promoted to the top three."

The nurse smiled and was about to speak when she heard a loud noise beside her.

It was as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.

Then a pool of liquid splashed on her clothes, arms, face and hair.

She immediately thought of a high-altitude parabola, thinking that someone who did not respect public morals poured water from upstairs.

But when he turned his head to look, he was immediately stunned and speechless.

The old man in the wheelchair convulsed and foamed at the mouth after seeing the falling object.

soon.

Deren, who was enjoying lunch at a restaurant near the hospital, got the call.

After learning that Hume, who was under special protection, committed suicide by jumping off a building, he threw out a big bill and rushed to the hospital regardless of the fact that he had eaten less than half of the food.

When he came to the side door of the inpatient building, he found the place with just one glance.

The scene of Hume's death has been sealed off by the guarding agents, and all irrelevant personnel are strictly prohibited from approaching.

But after such a big event, there are still many patients and their family members gathered around, and there are even many heads sticking out of the building next to it.

It is human nature to watch the excitement, and no one is an exception.

Deren stepped forward angrily, and yelled at the few detectives inside: "A bunch of trash, didn't I tell you to keep an eye on him? If you can't even do this well, you might as well retire as soon as possible."

Facing his anger, although the detectives were upset, they had no choice but to accept his instructions obediently as he had a much higher rank than them and was also the leader of the investigation team in charge of the case.

After cursing, Deren calmed down a little, and asked aloud, "Tell me, what happened after I left?"

The detective in charge of guarding said something to each other, and finished talking in a few minutes.

Among them, after they received the news of Hume's suicide by jumping off the building notified by the medical staff, they opened the ward and found the old doctor suspected of committing suicide, and six bloody eyes in a glucose drip.

"Six eyeballs, that is to say, there are at least three dead people. According to the murder habit of the people behind the scenes for nearly a week, those three people should also be Hume's colleagues."

Deren immediately took out his mobile phone and called the agents who were in charge of supervising the three people.

In order to avoid causing panic, the Bureau of Investigation did not inform these people who were likely to be victims of the truth, nor did they expose their identities in front of them, but adopted secret monitoring methods.

Soon, he received a reply.

The three people, including Hume's immediate boss, the manager, all died at home, and what was extremely strange was that their eyeballs were all missing.

"Damn it!"