MTL - I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood-Chapter 45

An Yinong didn't quite understand what was going on.

"It's over, why is this Zhao Ze so unreserved? How can he regret regretting it?" The system screamed in anger.

"What is the stay time?" An Yinong was dumbfounded. When he first met the system, it said that the remorse should not be too high. Remind him from the side that it is time to have fun, and there is no need to chase the extreme.

Is it bad to have full remorse?

"The remorse value reaches 100, and his protagonist's halo is reduced to the lowest level. In the future, he is just an ordinary person with a little luck. This derivative world centered on him will also start to operate normally. But... "

The system took a careful look at An Yinong: "As an outsider, you will also be rejected, and you will leave this world in an unexpected way in three days."

"..." For a moment, An Yinong's brain was blank.

"What do you mean?"

Pick it up if you want."

The cold air rushed from the soles of the feet to the heart, and the body froze, unable to perceive the heat or cold. An Yinong squeezed the scarf in his hand, clenching it tightly, the back of his hand stretched with blue veins, his eyes wandered, not knowing where to go.

"What you said before, can't remind me, is this?"

"Yes." The system nodded, with tears in her eyes, "In order to avoid affecting the enthusiasm of the tasker, I can't take the initiative to say this. I'm sorry host, it's all my fault."

"I have to go? Can't stop?"

"Yes." The system's words broke his last hope.

An Yi Nongyu has his own songs, his own concerts, and his own agreement with the people here. With Tang Yu, with Tao Ran, with Song Wei...

For a long time, he let go of his fingers gripping the scarf, and laughed, the laughter stopped abruptly halfway through.

"Fortunately, I haven't had time to say that, so I don't have to worry about leaving."

Listening to An Yinong's heart, the system felt pained: "If you don't take this world seriously, host, maybe things will be much better. It's my fault, I should tell the host, Treat the world as a real-life game."

"It's not your fault, even if you say so, I won't change my behavior." An Yinong just lost control of his emotions for a short time, and he quickly regained his calm appearance.

"I will leave due to an accident within three days. It seems that such a short time is not enough for me to find evidence of the poisoning and bring this person to justice."

The system listened to the host's emotional tone, and asked tremblingly: "Host, you wouldn't kill him stupidly, would you?

"Although his protagonist's halo has dropped to the lowest level in history, it does not mean that he can be killed by the tasker, which is absolutely impossible! Don't have such dangerous thoughts, will There is punishment, and life is better than death."

An Yinong ignored the system, his brain was running at a high speed, and his thinking was unprecedentedly clear.

He had to leave, but he left, but Zhao Ze didn't. Zhao Ze is like a virus, he is in danger for one day, and others are in danger for one day.

Tao Ran who committed suicide, Tang Yu who was in a car accident, and other cannon fodder who only flashed a name, or did not even have a name...

How to eliminate this hidden danger?

An Yinong carefully returned to the details of the journey.

The surveillance downstairs has captured Zhao Ze's figure. He called the police not long ago. According to the location of the police station and the current road blockage, the police will come over in at most fifteen minutes.

In addition, the neighbor next door can prove that Zhao Ze and him have had a conflict, and some people can prove that they are a couple who broke up, and there is a contradiction.

Also, Zhao Ze has been in this room for so long, his fingerprints have been left on the doorknob and other places. In this room, there are only Zhao Ze and his fingerprints.

"Yinong, maybe I haven't forgotten you, I'm just too proud and I've been deceiving myself." Zhao Ze at the door didn't know what kind of thoughts this innocent looking young man had in front of him. He softened his voice to coax, even looking a little pitiful.

The ferocious wolf shows a fragile appearance, how easy is it to trigger the flood of love in some people?

It's just that there was never Anon.

There is a lot of stupidity in my brain, but in reality, only two minutes have passed. An Yinong held the handrail of the suitcase and walked to the door: "Zhao Ze, let's talk. It's just right, I'll confirm some things."

Zhao Ze thought his attitude softened, so he took a step back: "I will tell you everything you foolishly know."

"Huh." An Yinong just laughed. He closed the door and turned to look at Zhao Ze, who was already sitting on the sofa, his heart was very calm:

If death is imperative, why not maximize the benefits of this death?

Tang Yu, who was choosing cats at the pet store, suddenly felt something, and he looked up at the door.

"Sir, are you a fool to keep cats? I wonder if you have a favorite breed?" The clerk came over.

Tang Yu retracted his gaze, and he glanced at the kittens in the cathouse: "Do you have a lion cat here? It's better to be more family-friendly and not too aggressive."

Annun's house.

Some of the lights in the house are broken, and the lights are a little dim. But An Yinong didn't pay much attention to it. He glanced at the clock on the wall, looked around quickly, and then stopped on the fruit knife in the fruit bowl on the coffee table.

It was a steel knife, he had just polished it a few days ago, it was extremely sharp, and Yubi could also make people suffer a little less pain.

Then Anon put the suitcase aside, and the scarf in his hand. He looked away from the scarf: "How did you get in?"

Zhao Ze was not fooled enough to ask this question: "You told me where the spare key is." Nong' as the shadow of his dream lover, he doesn't care at all.

"Really? Speaking of which, this is the second time you have stepped into this house." An Yinong felt like his brain was split in two, half dealing with Zhao Ze, and half perfecting the 'plan'.

"The first time, it was to threaten me, the second time, is it to sneak in?" Seeing Zhao Zeyouyu's explanation, An Yinong made a quiet gesture, "Listen to me. "

"Okay." It was the first time that Zhao Ze was so weak in front of a person, and he never even felt so wronged for the lover of his dreams.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, yet he made such compromises for mere love. It was only today that he saw the radiant 'Ke Yinong' on the stage that he realized that the person he once owned and discarded is a treasure.

That emotion made him very, very uncomfortable. Especially when this treasure was discovered by another person who was able to protect it, Zhao Ze finally realized that he was really going to lose this person.

Everything is broken at this moment.

An Yinong looked at Zhao Ze's uneasiness indifferently, and analyzed the other party's psychological state at the moment through the change of his expression: "In those days, it was you who instructed that person to poison me?"

Zhao Ze's heart froze: "Did someone say something to you?"

Zhao Ze was the first to doubt Tang Yu, because he was such a person himself, and if possible, he would eliminate his rivals as soon as possible.

An Yinong smiled: "No one, I found it. I also found out that the director Zhang of "My Walk and My Show" is your person. That contract is also prepared by you for me In order for me to die without a place to be buried, you are really, stubborn, exhausted, bitter, and heartfelt."

An Yinong's ridicule shot through Zhao Ze's heart like an arrow, he didn't know what to do, couldn't find the direction, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a lie that could cover up the truth .

"You say you regret it, I don't believe it, Zhao Ze. How can someone like you regret it?!"

Faced with Zhao Ze's panic, An Yinong acted like a disappointed old lover, his anger was burning, but his heart was a piece of ice.

He was not so angry because he had no feelings for Zhao Ze. But this did not prevent him from igniting the contradiction between them with words.

"If this kind of thing can be forgiven, then killing is not a fault."

"Yinong, I know you won't believe what you say at this moment. In fact, even I am surprised that there is such a miserable day in my life. If time can be reversed, I can't wait to fight The one who died when he died."

Zhao Ze stood up, walked a few steps to An Yinong, looked at him sadly and affectionately: "But Yinong, no one can not make mistakes, give me a chance, I am willing to do it for myself Stupidity pays the price."

"Go!"

The two pushed and shoved several times. Seeing that the atmosphere was in place, An Yinong suddenly said: "You want to atone for your sins, right? Well, there is a knife here, you give yourself a knife, and I will I believe you really want to atone."

Following his line of sight, Zhao Ze saw a sharp fruit knife. Although it is a fruit knife, it is made of steel and has a sharp tip.

Zhao Ze turned around and found that An Yinong was just looking at him coldly with a sarcastic look. A sense of shame and anger from nowhere made him pick up the knife.

However, this kind of behavior is not an ordinary act that requires courage, and Zhao Ze does not move for a long time.

An Yinong glanced at the wall, ten minutes had passed since he came in, and the police were about to arrive.

He stood up, pressing one knee on the sofa, holding Zhao Ze's hand holding the knife with both hands, with a smile on his face: "You dare not. Your remorse is just a pair of tongues. It's cheap and hypocritical."

He took that hand and turned the direction of the blade.

"What are you doing?" When Zhao Ze saw the tip of the knife aimed at An Yinong's heart, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

"I told you on the phone that day that I can work hard for my career, do you dare?" An Yinong raised his lips and pressed his hands together.

The tip of the knife easily pierces the light and thin down, pierces the sweater inside, and penetrates the skin layer…

The moment the knife went in, An Yinong felt no pain, he only felt cold, very, very cold. This position is the position of the blood vessel connecting the heart and the lungs. An Yinong is so familiar with it that he has dreamed of it countless times.

As long as it ruptures and bleeds heavily, blood pours into the lungs, blocking the airway, and he can die in minutes. And this is an old area, and it is not enough for an ambulance to arrive at the hospital in a few minutes.

"It's not enough." He was foolish and grabbed Zhao Ze with his fingernails, leaving enough skin tissue between his nails, and then took Zhao Ze's hand and knife Push away together.

The knife left An Yinong's body, the body of the knife was **** and blood was dripping from the tip.

The wound was not blocked by a knife and began to bleed wildly. With the knife stuck in place, he still had hope of being rescued, but when the knife was pulled out, he would surely die.

This series of events only happened in one breath, Zhao Ze didn't even realize what happened, he only saw An Yinong fell to the ground, blood gushing from his chest Dirty the floor.

"Ambulance, ambulance." Zhao Ze threw away the knife in his hand, his whole body was shaking, he didn't dare to help, he could only take out his mobile phone to make an emergency call.

However, at this time, he suddenly became stupid, in case... in case they think it was him who killed...

Zhao Ze's face turned white and red, red and white, he was holding the phone and couldn't press that button no matter what.

An Yinong sat on the ground leaning against the sofa and looked at him, he couldn't help laughing: The police will be here soon, maybe downstairs. At this time, it is too late to destroy the evidence.

The blood in the body has been draining, and the breath has a **** smell.

"It feels so cold that the blood is slowly flowing out of the body."

The eyes gradually blurred, and An Yinong saw Zhao Ze looking at himself and the knife on the ground.

He may have considered destroying the corpse, and An Yinong even wanted him to destroy the corpse, but the police just caught a person and got it. However, in the end, Zhao Ze just said "I'm sorry", turned his head and left the room without looking back.

An Yinong smiled and watched Zhao Ze walk out the door and step into the trap he set.

Fear made Zhao Ze unable to calm down.

Monitoring, fingerprints on the handle of the knife, dander under the fingernails, alarm calls... All evidence will point to Zhao Ze. If Zhao Ze didn't leave, it might just be manslaughter, but if he left, it was intentional homicide.

"Little Seven." For the first time in his life, he called out the name of the system.

"Host, woo woo..." The system has never seen such a cold and cruel host. But being so cruel, it began to feel distressed.

'The jade is burnt, the fish is dead and the net is broken', An Yinong taught the little girl this way, then the system should have realized that he himself is such a person who is cruel to others and himself.

"I've had a great time these past few months, thank you. It must give you a headache to meet an uncooperative host like me?"

"No, I'm happy." The system cried.

The system cried even louder: "Sorry, sorry."

An Yinong heard something from this 'sorry', a deep sense of powerlessness made him close his eyes. This overwhelming pain even outweighs the physical pain.

He suddenly hit the floor with his head like crazy, 'bang bang bang' as if questioning his fate, tears fell into blood: "Why me?"

The system did not answer.

"I see." For a long time, he seemed to give up, but also seemed to cheer up, reaching out and slowly wiping away the excess tears from the corners of his eyes.

He reached for the phone and struggled to turn on the video function.

"Find Zhao Ze, he once instigated people... to poison me." He gasped heavily, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, and continued, "All the money in Kali, donate to Tao Ran, As...the cost of treatment. In addition, the copyrights of all my songs are transferred to Tang Yu free of charge."

When speaking of this name, An Yinong's face flashed tenderness and wistfulness that he could not even notice.

He tried his best to smile, and his voice was intermittent: "Tang Yu, tonight, the moonlight...it's beautiful...I'm sorry." He was still selfish after all.

At this moment, the sound of the door opening sounded in his ears, and An Yinong tried his best to open his eyes and saw two figures.

The phone slipped from his hand and the world went into darkness.