I don't believe the queen can't kill you

After a full day of investigation by the police, nothing was found about the case.Although the fingerprints of Secretary Li and other secretaries were collected on the coffee machine and coffee bean packaging, there was no trace of cyanide in the entire secretary's room.

As far as the investigation of the monitor is concerned, all the secretaries stayed in the secretary's room during this period, so there was no room for destroying the evidence. A secretary; as for taking coffee from the door and giving it to Duan Lang, he was ruled out of suspicion.

How did the prisoner bring in the cyanide that had been dropped in the coffee, and how was it poisoned?This is a key aspect of the police investigation.

After Duan Lang finished the dinner party, it was nine o'clock when he returned home.

In order to deal with the next private matter, Ji Mu asked the master who was about to enter the house: "I'm sorry, Mr. Duan, since you have been sent home safely, the rest of the time should belong to my own private time. May I ask you?" Can I go out?"

"Please."

Duan Lang didn't even blink, he responded indifferently and entered the room.

After receiving permission, Himeki drove the car into the garage.

Duan Lang's garage is about [-] square meters in size; plus the high-end car he is now taking him to and from work, there are also two top luxury cars and a recreational vehicle parked, the total value is tens of millions; the car looks like Every day someone comes to tidy it up. Even if the owner has not driven it for a long time, the car body still shines like a jewel.

When he got out of the car, he saw a conspicuous red heavy-duty motorcycle parked next to the Bentley. Jimu smiled and walked: "I didn't expect it to be delivered so soon."

This heavy locomotive was a means of transportation that Ji Mu had bought when he first arrived in Taiwan; after being forced to bring it here yesterday, he asked the hotel to bring Duan Lang here for him.

And now it was delivered at the right time, just now he was thinking about how to go out.

Opening the cardboard box placed on the cushion, taking out the red safety helmet, Himeki stepped on the heavy machine handsomely and started the car; after feeling the powerful energy and shocking sound it contained, he drove wildly towards the heavily guarded gate.

In less than 15 minutes, Himeki came to a bar designated by the other party in the urban area; as soon as he took off his helmet, he attracted the attention of all passers-by.

It is not uncommon for men to have long hair these days, but there are very few people who can tie a ponytail without losing their masculinity, and make people marvel at the charming demeanor he exudes.

Open the wooden door, and the wind chimes hanging on the door made a crisp sound, reminding all the guests present that someone is coming; when they saw a man with a mixed face and a haughty aura, every pair of eyes showed admiration and explicit desire .

Hime Mu, who was used to being scrutinized by others, didn't have any thoughts. After quickly moving his brown eyes past each figure, he sat down beside a blond man at the bar.

"A bloody mary."

He ordered drinks to the bartender who was busy at the bar, and then waited silently.

In less than a while, the blond man beside him handed over a glass jar no bigger than a thumb, with only ten pills in it, Jimu took a look, "This is not what I want."

"The new product is twice as concentrated as before, and it's also from E, with a guarantee."

The man gestured three, as if explaining the price.Ji Mu picked up the bottle and shook it, carefully observed the symbol of E engraved on the blue pill, then handed back the glass bottle, moved his body to the man's side and whispered: "Do you know who you are making a deal with now?"

"The price is the same no matter who it is, even Q."

Even with the sharp knife on his waist, the man still had no fear on his face; when the man was about to take back the glass jar, Himeki suppressed his movement with one hand.

"Did Ten tell you?"

The man smiled indifferently and looked at him, "No, it was the murderous aura on your body that told me, I can see the color of the aura on a person, but your body exudes a very heavy dark red and black, which shows that you He is a person who likes blood and violence, I think only the Queen in RF has this ability."

After listening to his explanation, Ji Mu relaxed his gaze.

"interesting."

After taking out a stack of banknotes from his pocket, he paid the man with one hand and delivered the goods with the other, "I will give the rest after I try."

It's not that Jimu doesn't believe that it's Eason's medicine, but the medicines that are currently being circulated in private are all experimental medicines. Without his own explanation, he is not sure whether the dose of the medicine is suitable for his current condition.

"Then let's get in touch."

The blond man was also very talkative and agreed to let him pay half of the amount first.After collecting the money, he got up and left.

After finishing the transaction, Jimu looked at the time, it was 09:30.He was thinking whether he was going back to Duan Lang's house now, or hanging around outside to have fun.

At this time, the bartender brought the wine ordered by Hime and put it on the table. The bright red liquid was topped with celery leaves, which didn't suit his temperament; he felt that he should order stronger and nobler wine.

Picking up the wine glass and taking a sip, the mixed flavors mixed in his mouth. After swallowing, Jimu chewed his tongue and clicked his tongue.

It tasted much worse than real blood!

Putting the wine aside, Himeki played with the small knife he kept in his coat, and let the sharp blade cut across his fingertips, bleeding out, and then put it into his mouth to suck.

He didn't kill anyone for a week, his body seemed to be missing the taste of blood, and even sucking his own blood made him feel excited.Jimu looked at the fingertips with only faint marks, and smiled mockingly.

Recalling that when he first received killer training, he was still a person who would tremble and pale when he saw blood, and even almost collapsed after the first murder, unable to cheer up.

But between constant self-questioning and distorted personality, four years have passed in the blink of an eye.Now Ji Mu has forgotten how many lives he killed, and how much blood was stained on his hands.

If you ask him why he chooses to kill people, it's because blood is the smell of that person; he wants himself to remember that desperate feeling that he was in hell for the rest of his life.

"Aren't you bored by yourself?"

While meditating, a sentence jumped in, and Ji Mu raised his eyes to look at the owner of the voice. He was a gentlemanly man in a blue shirt and suit pants.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at the other guests who were closely observing their interaction, and Jimu chuckled lightly, only to realize that this was a gay bar.

"Just trying to have fun, do you have any advice?"

He squinted at the man. Although his expression was evil and charming, it also exuded a dangerous aura, which made people more fascinated.

"Then do you want to come out and wander around? I know where there is a good night scene."

"Sounds like it won't be boring."

Responding playfully, Ji Mu put a banknote on the bar, then stood up and walked out of the bar with the gentle man.

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In the huge room, the air was condensed with a sluggish and beastly erotic atmosphere, and the two men were naked on the bed, passing body fluids and heat.

"Ah! ... Mmm ..."

The man kneeling below was deeply thrust by the long-haired man behind him, and his face was tangled. It looked extremely painful, but the waist that carried the intense momentum swayed along with the man's thrusting; the behavior of the two seemed to be that one was torturing the other One person, but in fact it is a relationship in which each other obtains pleasure from the other.

Intense slaps and obscene water tuts spread throughout the space, indicating that the atmosphere is now reaching its climax.

The long-haired man suddenly withdrew a little, his arms went around the man's armpit, and he propped up his whole body; then he used the strength of his waist to push deeply into his body one by one.

"Ahh..."

The ecstatic croon overflowed his throat, and the man looked back with a look of enjoyment, "You are right, I am more suitable to be below."

He reached out to hook the long-haired man's head, wanting to kiss those sexy lips, but the man turned his face away, clasped his chin with one hand, and pulled his face back to the front; the more violent pleasure hit his forehead, making the man's eyes go black, The whole body is tense.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Bai Quen sprayed coldly on the bedsheets that made the mattress, the man looked intoxicated, and gasped with bewildered eyes.But after he vented, the long-haired man withdrew his still stiff high spirits, and looked at him indifferently, as if he hadn't felt the indifference of participating in it just now.

When the man was about to get out of bed, suddenly a restraint hit his wrist.

"You haven't ejaculated yet, do it again, let me be on top this time."

The man lying on the bed, panting, suddenly used the strength in his hands to stand up, pulled the prey in front of him back to the bed, and then straddled him with a lot of desire.

Looking at the man who took the initiative to bury himself in his body and twisted his waist, the debauched appearance of abandoning dignity and falling into lust, made Ji Mu's inexplicable emotional riot.

Suddenly, many scenes of copulation similar to the current situation flashed through his mind, but in the end what remained in Ji Mu's eyes was the blood-stained vision and countless strange and terrifying faces.

The pain of being beaten by a rusty iron rod, the hot tearing of the lower body, and the disgusting smell that filled his throat surged into his tightly constricted heart in an instant; Ji Mu suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the man's neck.

"It turns out that you have such a hobby..."

The man forced a smile, but Ji Mu didn't respond. The person imprinted in his blood-stained eyes was not him, but the person he hated.

As the strength of the tiger's mouth gradually deepened, the man's expression changed from amused to terrified, his hypoxic face began to swell red, and then turned deep purple, and his struggling hands suddenly became weak.

When the man lost consciousness and fell to him, Ji Mu regained his senses and let go, knowing what stupid thing he had done.

He looked solemnly at the frail and undulating body, but Ji Mu didn't make any first aid actions or give care, and finally chose to get out of bed indifferently, and went into the bathroom to wash his body.

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At 12:[-], a loud noise suddenly appeared in the tranquil mountainous area. The sound lingered all the way, and finally stopped with a harsh and sharp sound.

That arrogant behavior notified everyone in the villa that he was back, including Duan Lang in the study of course.

After parking the heavy machine in the garage, Ji Muxiang entered the house leisurely at home; but as soon as he walked up to the second floor, he ran into Duan Lang, and the two stopped for the other's frivolous expression.

"Is Mr. Duan up so late?"

Duan Lang originally wanted to give orders to him for the noise, but after smelling the smell of soap from him, he changed his words: "It seems that you had a wonderful time tonight..."

"It's just to vent the pressure. Mr. Duan should be able to understand that they are all men." Ji Mu responded cleverly.

"It turns out that Himeki is a person who likes excitement, which really surprised me."

Both the voice and the expression were smiling, but Duan Lang's eyes showed that he wanted to suppress his majesty.

"Accident...?"

Ji Mu chuckled arrogantly, "I don't think Mr. Duan is familiar with me yet, so I can use the word "accident" to describe it."

Duan Lang didn't refute, but curled his lips for his sarcasm.

"Good night Mr. Duan, see you tomorrow morning."

Not intending to continue the conversation, Ji Mu bowed to him, turned and walked to his room.

Looking at his leaving back, for the first time Duan Lang's ruthless eyes showed the gleam of locking the target; when the back disappeared behind the door, he moved and walked towards the room in the opposite direction.

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Back in the room, Ji Mu threw himself on the bed and looked at the window on the right, where there were no stars but a sky covered with thick clouds, with a desolate expression.

"Song Muyu, are you mad at me for saving Duan Lang today...?"

The deep voice floated in the world where only Ji Mu was alone, and it sounded a little melancholy.Even though he knew that no one would respond, he continued to say to himself:

"But I haven't found any evidence to frame you at that time, isn't it too cheap to let him die like this?"

"Give me some time now. When I find evidence to prove your innocence, I will definitely repay him twice the pain you have suffered."

Ji Mu told himself: Today he saved Duan Lang not out of justice and kindness, but because he did not allow anyone to suddenly take his prey away while he was enjoying the hunt.