Chapter 1, Death

Silence, a deathly stillness

Hmm?

With high cheekbones, he quickly walked around the desk, reaching into Professor Xia Qing's jacket pocket to retrieve a set of keys. After a glance, he unhesitatingly inserted a square key into the safe's keyhole and entered the password. The safe opened. However, the smile that had just blossomed on his face suddenly froze, as if it had been paralyzed. Inside the safe, it was completely filled with shredded paper. He extended his left hand and grabbed a handful of paper scraps. The scraps slipped through his trembling fingers. The smile that had just blossomed on his face suddenly froze, as if it had been paralyzed. Inside the safe, it was completely filled with shredded paper. He extended his left hand and grabbed a handful of paper scraps. The scraps slipped through his trembling fingers.

With high cheekbones, he/she turned and left

The high cheekbones coldly glanced at Professor Xia Qing, remaining silent for a long time. After a moment, he suddenly stood up, swiftly drew his pistol, and pointed the glossy black muzzle at Xia Qing's slender head: "It seems that neither of us can decide this matter. We need to ask it!"

The masked man impatiently tore off his hood, pulling too hard and accidentally dislodging the amulet hanging from his chest, a black, tadpole-shaped ancient jade pendant. He lightly kissed the pendant at his lips and reverently tucked it back into his collar. The small object slid smoothly over his skin, pressing closely against his chest

Professor Xia Qing looked at the dark muzzle of the gun and said, "It seems we have met before"

You are also very composed; very few people can remain so calm under the muzzle of a gun, and you have surprised me greatly

I knew I was going to die, from the moment you pulled off the hood.

With high cheekbones, she watched the scraps of paper slipping through her fingers, feeling a mix of anger and embarrassment, and suddenly turned around

Professor Xia Qing fell backward, blood gushing from his chest

Blood, winding like an earthworm. The girl fainted

Professor Xia Qing lay on the floor, his right hand holding the phone close to his mouth—this was a very strange posture, as if he only needed to speak, not to listen

Stop being so verbose! Open the safe and hand over the items. Don't think about playing tricks! Do you want me to tell you the password? 45123279...... The high-cheekboned individual smugly flaunted, a cold smile on their face

Wang Xiaocui stared at the dark muzzle of the gun, her eyes wide with terror

The safe rumbled deeply

Professor Xia Qing lay on the floor, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, and finally managed to find her mobile phone, pressing it gently. A special number set for one-touch dialing was silently dialed.

This is not composure, but merely helplessness. Once your trump card is revealed, do I still have a choice? Since I know I am destined to die, I just want to die with dignity... Professor Xia Qing's hand quietly reached for a hidden button beneath the desk

The high cheekbones immediately pulled the trigger. The bullet struck true, entering Professor Xia Qing's head through his left eye

With a swift swing of the high cheekbones, the gun handle struck the girl's head

The light in Professor Xia Qing's study on the second floor of Building A, No. 3 Yuyuan, is still on

Is there any relationship? Do you want to reminisce with the person who is about to kill you before you die

Professor Xia Qing has passed away, a faint smile lingering at the corners of his mouth. In that final moment, he knew he had triumphed. Before the bullet struck his head, Professor Xia Qing had already transmitted that information.

With high cheekbones, he walked over to Professor Xia Qing's corpse, picked up the hand-held device from the deceased's chest, and his gloved fingers danced swiftly across the keyboard until a smug smile appeared on his face. He stuffed the phone back into Professor Xia Qing's hand, then stood up and walked to the side of the sofa, picking up a black safe and gradually transferring the scraps of paper from the safe into the safe. After carefully handling everything, he put on his mask again and exited the study. He stuffed the phone back into Professor Xia Qing's hand, then stood up and walked to the side of the sofa, picking up a black safe and gradually transferring the scraps of paper from the safe into the safe. After carefully handling everything, he put on his mask again and exited the study.

September 9, 2006, late at night, the moon was obscured by dark clouds

The high cheekbones pulled the trigger in astonishment. With a soft "puff," the bullet flew out through the silencer

With high cheekbones, he approached step by step, gun in hand

Professor Xia Qing adjusted his glasses with a hand and looked coldly at the unexpected guest before him, whose appearance was somewhat peculiar. It seemed he had seen this person somewhere before, but could not recall at the moment. The prominent cheekbones and deep-set eye sockets seemed to have left a mark on the face of this individual, reminiscent of a figure from a book.

The campus of Yujing University is enveloped in silence, with the sea breeze and the sound of waves drifting from afar

The safe also fell silent immediately

You are no longer afraid to let me see your true self. Only when facing a dying person does the murderer appear so composed—composed to the point of arrogance

The masked man sat on the sofa opposite Professor Xia Qing, raised the check again, and said, "I will ask one last time, are you sure you have thought this through?"

At the stairway, the nanny Wang Xiaocui's hands and feet were securely bound to the railing, and her mouth was taped shut

"Asking a hundred more times would yield the same result." Professor Xia Qing sat upright behind the large desk, his gray hair slightly quivering under the light

A shadow silently emerged from the gate of Building A, No. 3 Yilv Garden, and quickly vanished into the vastness of the night.