Ximen Doudou didn't understand, "Fishing? You didn't even bring a pole!"

Wang Han slapped Ximen Doudou on the back of the head, "Seven o'clock, four o'clock! Ten o'clock!"

Ximen Doudou rubbed the back of his head and looked in the direction Wang Han pointed.

Suddenly he realized, "It turns out that this sister is a plainclothes girl. Oh, Brother Ninth, it has to be you!"

Wang Han cursed for a while.

Ximen Doudou rubbed his head and smiled sarcastically at Wang Han.

"Then let's go directly, Brother Ninth?"

Wang Han glanced at it and saw the woman turning her head and walking into a small alley with few people.

I was about to turn around and leave, but before the car had driven far, a scream suddenly came from the alley.

Wang Han drove over and drove over.

After going over, I found a person lying on the ground, and the woman was slumped on the ground.

Hearing the footsteps, the woman hurriedly took out her gun. She was so nervous that it fired.

Bang.

Wang Han tilted his head.

The bullet grazed his temple and flew past.

"Don't move! Put your hands up!" The woman turned her hands over and pointed the black muzzle at Wang Han.

Wang Han ignored the woman and squatted on the ground, looking at the person lying on the ground. He was already dead.

Open the phone screen and take a photo of the other person's face.

The other party's face was pale and bloodless.

Wang Han's eyes suddenly fixed on the corpse behind his ears. There were actually fine small scales behind the corpse's ears. Mi was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable after looking at them.

Wang Han has seen this look before.

There was a small, slender thing stuck between the corpse's eyebrows.

Three inches long.

Entirely pitch black.

Shaped like a writing brush.

There are several words engraved on the pen barrel.
Chapter completed!