Chapter 7 (1/2)
Maureen.
Morrison's nephew. The Mo family, like the position of pick wind college among colleges, is an insignificant family among countless families in the mainland. They don't have any amazing blood, and they don't have any huge family property. They have no unified business plan for the future of the family. In fact, they are more like an ordinary big family. There is no family reputation to bear. Everyone has his own way of life. They just have a family relationship because of their blood, that's all.
Mohsen is a gardener at the pick wind college, while Maureen is an assassin, or killer.
Morson was worried that he would not do it clean from the beginning, so he called his nephew who was a killer to help. Now, it is not unreasonable to say that the technology industry has a specialty.
”Where is the man to kill?” After the greeting, Maureen immediately cherished his time and began his work.
”Live there.” Morson pointed to the cabin behind Maureen.
”There is no one there now.” Maureen showed his professionalism. He will stay here, and he has found out all the conditions in this area first.
”Yes.” Morson said.
”It makes things easier.” Maureen said, immediately turned back and walked to the window of the cabin. The window was high, and Maureen had confirmed the situation in the house before. Without looking more, he grabbed the windowsill with both hands and climbed up. The professional assassin's aura was lost in the next step.
”Uncle, come and give me a hand!” Cried Maureen. After climbing hard twice, he finally slid down powerlessly. Maureen had to ask his relatives and friends for help.
Morson was helpless. If we must give them a characteristic of Mo's blood, I'm afraid poor physical fitness is the most appropriate. But unfortunately, this is a defect, not a powerful ability. Don't forget such a label.
Morson looked around. After confirming that there was no one, he quickly went up and helped Maureen. Finally, he sent Maureen into the cabin. Then he heard Maureen crying sadly: ”who is it! Why don't you lock the door when you go out? ”
Morson has a snack plug. He only knew that his nephew was engaged in this, but he didn't know his level. At first, I felt quite down-to-earth, but now, I don't think it may be reliable.
”Stop talking. What are you going to do? ” Morson stood on tiptoe outside the window watching Maureen's behavior in the room.
”It's simple.” Maureen has begun his operation. He came to the bed, took out a pair of tweezers from his pocket with his right hand, and then took out a needle from the leather bag sewn in the left placket.
”This is the toxin I extracted from oleander and white night Datura. The amount on this needle is enough to poison the whole grade of your wind picking college. Now... ”Said Maureen, carefully inserting the needle into the mattress, then stepped back and looked at it, nodding with satisfaction.
Needless to ask, Morson already knows what Maureen's plan is. Simple, but very practical. Who can find the poison trick hidden in the mattress? Morson's six heavy days' courage can't be seen.
”Uncle, help me.” Maureen went back to the window and asked mausen to help him climb out.
”Don't go through the door?” Said Morson.
”It's better not to leave superfluous marks.” Maureen said, half of his body had climbed out.
The design is practical and thoughtful. But this clumsy window turning ruined the aura that an assassin should have. Fortunately, Mosen is his own family and can understand Maureen's difficulties. It's another employer. I'm afraid I've lost confidence in the assassin.
”I'll collect the needle in the middle of the night, and then wait to collect his body!” Maureen said as he patted the clothes that had been messed up when he turned the window.
”Be careful when you leave.” Morson told me. No matter how tolerant the college style is, it is impossible to take the life and death of students seriously. The college will certainly conduct a thorough investigation. Strangers like Maureen are bound to easily arouse suspicion.
”Don't worry, uncle. When I come to collect the needle, I will deal with the aftermath. No one will find that he died abnormally.” Maureen smiled confidently. Without turning the window, his assassin temperament immediately showed up again. With these words, he walked in an empty direction and disappeared from Mosen's sight.
So, can it be over? After watching Maureen leave, mausen looked back to the cabin again. My favorite flower bed will soon be free of that eye-catching existence. At the thought of this, Mosen suddenly found that he did not look forward to it as he did when designing the viewing Pavilion in the morning, and his heart seemed to become a little heavy.
”I hope Su Tang won't be too sad...” Mosen thought and began to look down to take care of the flowers. Only these can calm his heart.
After midnight.