The people who hired me are dead

"Are you awake? How are you feeling?"

"To be honest, your monophobia is too serious."

"You were unconscious for two hours, which I think is beyond the norm."

"Are you sure you don't need to see a doctor? I don't mean anything else, but thunderstorms are not uncommon."

"Yun, are you listening to me?"

"Yun, don't scare me..."

"Oh my god... cloud..."

Yun Xinzhuo could hear Lilian's voice, but he couldn't open his eyes.

He heard a faint electrical sound, and he didn't know where it was coming from.It felt like someone had put a bad radio in his ear, but it was more like it was directly in his head.

[Mr. Yun... I am...]

[Your... detection of... vulnerabilities...]

[I...protect...Zi———]

The voice suddenly became very sharp and then stopped abruptly.

Yun Xinzhuo opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up propped up, covering his painful head and looking around.

Lilian, who was still there just now, has gone to nowhere now, and little Liv is sitting on the cushion and drawing with crayons by herself.

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Yun Xinzhuo put on his wet police uniform, took out the medicine and took another one for himself.

"Uncle." Little Liv put down the crayon and ran over, holding up the painting and said happily, "Look, the painting I drew!"

Yun Xinzhuo took the painting casually, and Xiao Lifu used a crayon to draw a mass of red, and under the red was a long black line.

"What is this?" Yun Xinzhuo asked, pointing at the long black thing.

"That's Mom." Little Liv said innocently. "The one next to her is you."

"Where am I?" Yun Xinzhuo raised his hand and rubbed Liv's head and asked.

"The red one is you." Little Liv said seriously.

Yun Xinzhuo was stunned, he stroked the painting with his fingertips, and asked hesitantly for a while, "Tell uncle, why did you draw like this?"

"I don't know." Little Liv tilted her head and said, "It suddenly popped up in my head, so I drew it, isn't it pretty?"

"Very beautiful, uncle likes it very much." Yun Xinzhuo frowned and stared at the painting, and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Lifu, can this painting be given to uncle?"

"Of course, I have other things here, and I can give them to Uncle Yun!" Little Lifu excitedly ran to the side after being praised, rummaged through her schoolbag, took out a picture album, and handed it to Yun as if asking for credit. Xin Zhuo.

Yun Xinzhuo put the painting aside and opened the album.

The first page of the picture book is a few rectangles, and the second page is filled with blue crayon.

"What do these mean? Can you tell uncle?" Yun Xinzhuo asked tentatively.

"I don't know, I just think it's pretty." Little Liv said blankly, "Does painting have to have a special meaning?"

"No..." Yun Xinzhuo murmured, he fumbled for his police uniform, trying to find his cell phone.

Little Lifu looked up for a while, found Yun Xinzhuo's walkie-talkie and handed it over.

When dodging at high speed, the walkie-talkie was hit and the button on it was broken.Yun Xinzhuo tried it, but it can no longer be used.

"Where's your mother?" Yun Xinzhuo put away the walkie-talkie and asked.

"You're awake, that's great!" Lilian heard the voices in the room, walked in quickly and hugged Yun Xinzhuo and said, "I don't imagine what Liv and I would do without you."

Yun Xinzhuo patted Lilian's back as a comfort, he gently pushed Lilian away, handed the album to Lilian and said hesitantly, "What do you think of these paintings."

"A piece of sky?" Lilian said while handing the sandwich she just made to Liv.

"No, where is your cell phone? I want to contact the police station." Yun Xinzhuo stared at the picture book and said thoughtfully, "I always think they look strange. Do you remember what happened to Leonard?"

Hearing Yun Xinzhuo mentioning her deceased husband, Lilian's face immediately turned ugly.As long as she thought of Leonard, she would think of him being engulfed in flames.

"Of course, what's the matter." Lilian took a deep breath and said.

"He can always dream part of the death notice." Yun Xinzhuo said.

"You mean little Liv can do it too?" Lilian looked at her three-year-old daughter, "She didn't show panic, which is unreasonable."

"I don't know, I need to make sure." Yun Xinzhuo handed over the painting of him and Lilian, and said solemnly, "If she really can receive the death notice like Leonard, then we will It’s time to think about what this painting means.”

At this moment, little Liv, who was eating a sandwich just now, suddenly jumped out of bed, ran to the cushion, picked up a red crayon and began to draw quickly.

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When Gordon walked out of the interrogation room, Rhett and Al were talking together in a low voice.

Seeing Gordon approaching, Reid raised his head and said, "Derrick is right. In the tourist bus explosion three years ago, the three survivors all died of accidents without exception. And here Lilian's husband Leonard had two narrow escapes, one time Yun Xinzhuo helped him prop up the iron door, the other time Yun Xinzhuo turned off the power of the blender in time, and finally he died of a pressure cooker explosion."

"It seems that just when he thought he was safe, the god of death came to him again." Al said, "the ones who survived were Yun Xinzhuo, Lilian and Derrick. And they happened to be among the six survivors. , the last three people in the room number. The first three victims were killed in sequence according to the order of the room numbers, 213, 316, and 523. In the bus bombing case, the room numbers have no special meaning except to determine the order of death."

"As for the survivors of this plane crash, there is no order between the two dead people, seat numbers, room numbers, and student numbers. The next victim, then you have to keep them all together."

"It has nothing to do with anything that may involve time order, right?" Gordon asked after listening to the two people.

Rhett nodded. "Maybe we started in the wrong direction. The rules in the bus bombing case don't apply here."

"If, as Derrick said, there is something that must kill all the survivors, then it can create an accident and kill them all in a short time before the police can control them." Gordon He raised his eyebrows and said, "But it didn't. If this isn't a hunter playing with its prey, then it must obey certain rules."

"It's not an intuitive number rule." Al pondered, "That's the potential connection between these six people."

"It's the level of the group." Reid said suddenly, "Their chemistry research group, they sorted the group according to their ability level. These things will not appear on the surface, but everyone in the group has their own Sort."

"It's heavily subjective," Hooch said.

"You're right, but the influence of subjective colors on it fluctuates very little, because strength is an established fact." Red said quickly

"Wait, then what we should consider now is the survivor's cognition of the ranking of strength in the group, or the idea of ​​death?" Al asked, "Now our profiling objects are still humans?"