Of course, the God of Death does not refer to the god in mythology and legends, but a killer.

To be more precise, he is a killer mentor.

No one has seen him, no one knows his specific identity, and almost no one knows what earth-shaking things he has done.

But his disciples are all famous and are all super killers who are distorted.

I have never heard of Ye Shisan's name before, but I have heard of the names of the other twelve people.

These people are not on the ranking of evil killers, because even they themselves hate the profession or title of killer.

They never regard themselves as killers. According to the killing habits and clues, they seem to have their own professions in reality, such as lawyers, doctors, teachers, policemen, and scavengers.

No one knows who they are, and no one has seen them before. Even their names and nicknames were given by their peers. They never kill people for money, and no one can hire them.

At every murder scene, a number will be left, from 1 to 12.

Show the outside world that this is what I do, be a hero, don’t blame others for doing things.

And their common master is Death!

At an extremely luxurious aristocratic party in Europe, a group of top rich people talked about the killer for some reason.

Some of them used the intention of drinking to talk about the legendary God of Death without restraint, and most of them were ridicule and insults.

Shortly after the banquet ended, these people received a letter at the same time, saying that they had insulted the master and would pay the price!

July 22nd is the master’s birthday, and 12 o’clock in the evening of this day is the punishment moment.

The identities of these rich people are very special. Some are congressmen, some are arms dealers, and many are themselves gangsters. Although they are not scared by this letter, they are also a little scared and set about preparing.

On July 22, some hid in the US military base with their relationship with the military, some hired a large number of bodyguards, and protected themselves with live ammunition, while others hid in the sealed basement.

But at 12 o'clock in the evening, all those who received the letter died without exception.

The causes of death for each person are different. Some are shot through the heart with bullets, some are cut off by a knife, some are poisoned, and some are strangled to death.

A number is marked on the wall behind each corpse, from 1 to 12.

Among them, the number 9 appears 5 more times.

This guy has always been accustomed to leaving a sentence on the scene. He used extremely exquisite surgical skills to cut the deceased's skin just right, and left a complete sentence in six languages ​​on the belly of the six deceased: "Why are you all in the UK? I can't rest!"

These seventeen rich men died almost at the same time except those who died in the UK - even the time difference was calculated.

This is definitely not something that is done by one person, and it is even more incredible. None of the murderers left any valuable clues.

This is simply a blatant provocation to the police in various countries!

Through the Interpol, they formed a joint investigation team and investigated for several years, but they still found nothing and made no progress. The fame of the Twelve Disciples of the God of Death became famous!

Then some murderers deliberately left numbers after the murder, trying to impersonate them.

But soon after, the murderer's body would be sent to the police station.

Because the reputation of the God of Death and the Twelve disciples cannot be slandered, and no one is allowed to impersonate the name!

Ye Shisan actually openly admitted that he was the thirteenth disciple of Death. He had nothing to do until now, but it was a bit incredible. What was his purpose in joining Longquan Villa?

"No matter whether he is the disciple of Death God or not, be careful when you follow him." Han Laoliu looked at me and said, "Although he is the only one in the tour group to Korea this time, Longquan Villa may also send other reinforcements one after another."

"In addition, as an important target of Longquan Villa, he must have seen your photos! And you suddenly added it after you arrived in Korea. Even if you disguise and put on makeup, he would definitely be on guard secretly, so neither of you is in the dark."

I'm a little confused about this.

Didn’t you say you shouldn’t alert the enemy?

Since the other party is likely to recognize me at a glance, what's the point of asking me to follow him?

Han Laoliu seemed to see my doubts, but he didn't explain anything. He drank all the wine and said, "You will know when you go. I have already arranged it there. You don't have to hide your identity, but you must not show your skills, just pretend to be an ordinary person."

Isn’t this very contradictory in itself if you don’t hide your identity and show your abilities?

Regardless of whether Ye Shisan is really a closed disciple of the God of Death, since he defected to Longquan Villa, how could he be unaware of my situation? Even if I don’t show it, he should know what methods I am good at.

Isn’t this an unnecessary move?

"I will contact you when they come over on the first day of the day. Okay, you get off the bus here, I'm going to work too." I was about to ask again, but a black pattern lit up on Han Laoliu's wrist, as if he had received a signal from the black paper crane. So while talking, he stuffed me two bundles of Korean won and rushed me to get off the bus.

As soon as I got off the car, Han Laoliu stepped on the accelerator to death and rushed straight into the manor gate.

I walked out of the intersection, took a taxi, and handed the Korean address left by Han Laoliu to the driver.

The guy muttered something and started the car.

More than half an hour later, I stopped in front of a cafe.

The cafe is not big, there are not many customers inside, and I don’t know who Han Laoliu asked me to come here to look for. Just as he was about to choose a seat, he saw a girl with long hair slanted at me, shook her watch and said with complaints: “Why are you always late? Don’t say you are in traffic jams again.”

This must be the one who responded to me.

I pretended to be in a wrongdoing manner and walked forward and said, "It's really a traffic jam, and I can't do anything about it."

The girl snorted and ignored me. I pretended to coax and persuade her to sit down next to her.

"Hold my bag." The girl whispered, then pushed me away, picked up half a cup of coffee on the table and poured it on me, and shouted unreasonably: "Are you lying to me, right? Don't come to me again!" Then she ran straight to the door.

I was stunned and didn't bother wiping the stains on my body. I grabbed the women's bag on the table and chased me out.

When I left the door, I saw the girl getting in the car, so I quickly opened the car door and sat in it.
Chapter completed!