Chapter: 2559
Anderson didn't say anything, and searched Buzz and the money in the room, then pointed at the informant with a dagger and said:
"I wanted to kill you, but this way no one will hate me.
"Live well, and curse me several times a day."
He immediately turned around, walked to Danis, jumped out of the window together with him, and disappeared into the dark night without street lights.
Buzz touched his blood-soaked neck, stood up in fear, and ran to the window to confirm that the two had disappeared.
"Fortunately, I met this kind of guy who seems to have a problem with his spirit, otherwise he would die today..." He closed the window, locked the wooden door, checked the room carefully, finally sat down, Gulu drank A small half bottle of Lie Langqi.
Buzz slumped on the bed through the drunkenness and fell asleep like that.
Time passed by every minute and every second, and it slowly came to three o'clock in the middle of the night.
Suddenly, Baz turned over and sat up, his eyes were bright and energetic, without even the slightest hint of drunkenness.
He took out a dagger, pried open a wooden floor in the room, and picked up a thumb-sized ball of paper from underneath.
After the white paper was unfolded layer by layer, there was a sticky, paste-like black thing in the middle.
Buzz took a quarter shape, walked to the mirror in the room, and was about to smear the thing on it.
At this moment, he saw two figures reflected in the mirror, one was wearing a white shirt and black vest, with one hand in his pocket, carrying a dagger, and the other was wearing a deep cloak, without showing his face.
"..." Baz's pupils had just dilated when he was punched on the back of the head by Danitz, and he fell into a coma.
And his last memory is a voice saying with a smile
"He really didn't disappoint."
After dealing with Buzz, Danitz bent down to pick up the mushy thing that fell on the ground, and said with a smile
"This guy actually believed it. He believed you because he wanted him to hate you so he didn't kill him."
The conversation he had with Anderson before was actually a pre-rehearsed drama, in order to make it reasonable for Anderson to let Buzz go without being suspected.
"This shows that you acted well enough." Anderson said with a smile, "The real performance is different."
"Shit!" Danis scolded without any scruples.
He then sighed again
"I didn't expect him to be so patient. He waited until midnight before taking any action, but we were more patient."
"A hunter must be patient enough to catch his prey. Sometimes, he can wait for a few days." Anderson responded bluntly.
For the two of them, there is actually no way around it. No matter the "Hunter", "Provocateur", or "Arsonist", or "Reaper", they are not very good at psychics, let alone mastering hypnosis, etc. If you want to get information, there is no other way than torture and threats, and you have to work hard on "conspiracy".
This sentence makes sense, but after that, it will become my words to teach others... Danitz looked at the paste-like black thing in his hand and said
"It seems to be rubbing it on the surface of the mirror... and then you can contact the 'Vice Admiral Disease'?"
"It should be like this, but even if we get in touch, what's the use? Ask her to have breakfast on Theros Island?" Anderson laughed.
Danitz also knew that he and Anderson had no way to influence the person on the other side of the mirror, but instinctively wanted to do more, to complete the task assigned by Gehrman Sparrow better.
He frowned slightly and said JrNovels.com
"I wanted to kill you, but this way no one will hate me.
"Live well, and curse me several times a day."
He immediately turned around, walked to Danis, jumped out of the window together with him, and disappeared into the dark night without street lights.
Buzz touched his blood-soaked neck, stood up in fear, and ran to the window to confirm that the two had disappeared.
"Fortunately, I met this kind of guy who seems to have a problem with his spirit, otherwise he would die today..." He closed the window, locked the wooden door, checked the room carefully, finally sat down, Gulu drank A small half bottle of Lie Langqi.
Buzz slumped on the bed through the drunkenness and fell asleep like that.
Time passed by every minute and every second, and it slowly came to three o'clock in the middle of the night.
Suddenly, Baz turned over and sat up, his eyes were bright and energetic, without even the slightest hint of drunkenness.
He took out a dagger, pried open a wooden floor in the room, and picked up a thumb-sized ball of paper from underneath.
After the white paper was unfolded layer by layer, there was a sticky, paste-like black thing in the middle.
Buzz took a quarter shape, walked to the mirror in the room, and was about to smear the thing on it.
At this moment, he saw two figures reflected in the mirror, one was wearing a white shirt and black vest, with one hand in his pocket, carrying a dagger, and the other was wearing a deep cloak, without showing his face.
"..." Baz's pupils had just dilated when he was punched on the back of the head by Danitz, and he fell into a coma.
And his last memory is a voice saying with a smile
"He really didn't disappoint."
After dealing with Buzz, Danitz bent down to pick up the mushy thing that fell on the ground, and said with a smile
"This guy actually believed it. He believed you because he wanted him to hate you so he didn't kill him."
The conversation he had with Anderson before was actually a pre-rehearsed drama, in order to make it reasonable for Anderson to let Buzz go without being suspected.
"This shows that you acted well enough." Anderson said with a smile, "The real performance is different."
"Shit!" Danis scolded without any scruples.
He then sighed again
"I didn't expect him to be so patient. He waited until midnight before taking any action, but we were more patient."
"A hunter must be patient enough to catch his prey. Sometimes, he can wait for a few days." Anderson responded bluntly.
For the two of them, there is actually no way around it. No matter the "Hunter", "Provocateur", or "Arsonist", or "Reaper", they are not very good at psychics, let alone mastering hypnosis, etc. If you want to get information, there is no other way than torture and threats, and you have to work hard on "conspiracy".
This sentence makes sense, but after that, it will become my words to teach others... Danitz looked at the paste-like black thing in his hand and said
"It seems to be rubbing it on the surface of the mirror... and then you can contact the 'Vice Admiral Disease'?"
"It should be like this, but even if we get in touch, what's the use? Ask her to have breakfast on Theros Island?" Anderson laughed.
Danitz also knew that he and Anderson had no way to influence the person on the other side of the mirror, but instinctively wanted to do more, to complete the task assigned by Gehrman Sparrow better.
He frowned slightly and said JrNovels.com
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