Maureen.
Mawson's nephew. The Mo family is just like the position of Zhaifeng Academy among the colleges. It is an inconspicuous family among countless families in the mainland. They don't have any amazing bloodline, nor do they have a huge family fortune. They do not have a unified business plan for the future of the family. In fact, they are more like an ordinary big family. There is no such thing as family reputation to bear. Everyone has their own way of living, and they are only related to each other because of blood. There is a sense of family affection, that's all.
Mawson is a gardener at Windpicking Academy, while Molin is an assassin, or killer.
From the beginning, Mawson was worried that he would not be able to do it cleanly, so he called his nephew, a killer, to help. Looking at it now, it is not unreasonable to say that there are specializations in the art industry.
"Where is the person to be killed?" After the greetings were over, Mo Lin immediately started his work cherishing his time.
"Live right there." Mawson pointed to the cabin behind Molin.
"There's no one there right now." Morin showed off his professionalism. By staying here, he has already figured out all the conditions in this area.
"Yes," said Mawson.
"This makes things easier." Maureen said, immediately turned around and strode to the window of the cabin. The window was high, and Mo Lin had confirmed the situation inside the house before. Without looking any further, he grabbed the window sill with both hands and climbed up with all his strength. His professional assassin aura was completely lost in the next moment.
"Uncle, come here and help me!" Mo Lin shouted. After climbing hard twice, he finally slipped down. Maureen had no choice but to ask for help from relatives and friends.
Mohsen was helpless. If they had to characterize their Mo family bloodline, poor physical fitness would probably be the most appropriate one. But unfortunately, this is a flaw, not a powerful ability, so it’s okay not to use such a label.
Mo Sen looked around to make sure there was no one, then he quickly went up to help and finally sent Mo Lin into the hut. Then he heard Mo Lin yelling depressedly as he entered the house: "Who is this person! Why didn't you lock the door when you went out?" Door?"
Mohsen was a little worried. He only knew that his nephew was engaged in this kind of thing, but he didn't know what his level was. At first, I felt quite secure, but now, I feel that it may not be reliable.
"Stop being so nagging. What are you going to do?" Mo Sen stood on tiptoe outside the window and watched Mo Lin's actions in the room.
"It's very simple." Molin had already started his action. He came to the bedside, took out a pair of tweezers from his pocket with his right hand, and then carefully took out a needle from the leather pouch 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 an entire grade of you in the Wind Picking Academy. Now..." Mo Lin said as he The needle was carefully inserted into the mattress upside down, then he stepped back and looked at it, then nodded with satisfaction.
No need to ask, Mo Sen already knew what Mo Lin's plan was. Simple, but very practical. Who can discover the poisonous plot hidden in the mattress? You can't even see the courage of Mo Sen's sixth level.
"Uncle, help me." Mo Lin returned to the window and called to Mo Sen to help him climb out.
"Don't leave through the door?" Mawson said.
"It's better not to leave any unnecessary traces." Molin said, half of his body already crawling out.
The design is practical and well thought out. But just clumsily climbing through the window, it completely destroyed the aura that an assassin should have. Fortunately, Mo Sen is a member of his own family and can understand Mo Lin's difficulties. If it were another employer, I'm afraid they would have already lost confidence in this assassin.
"I'll come to tighten the needles in the middle of the night, and then wait to collect his body!" Molin said while patting the clothes that were messed up when climbing through the window.
"Be careful when you leave," Mohsen warned. No matter how tolerant the style of Zhefeng Academy is, it is impossible to take the life and death of students seriously. The college will definitely conduct a thorough investigation, and strangers like Maureen will easily arouse suspicion.
"Uncle, don't worry. I will take care of the aftermath when I come to tighten the needles. No one will find out that he died abnormally." Molin smiled confidently. Without the need to climb through the window, his assassin temperament suddenly came out again. . After saying this, he walked in a direction where no one was around, and soon disappeared from Mo Sen's sight.
Is this the end? After watching Maureen leave, Mawson looked back at the cabin again. My favorite flower garden will soon no longer have that unsightly presence. Thinking of this, Merson suddenly found that he was not as looking forward to designing the viewing pavilion in the morning, and his mood seemed to become a little heavy.
"I hope Su Tang won't be too sad..." Mo Sen thought and began to lower his head to take care of the flowers and plants. Only these could calm his heart.
Later in the night.
There are only a handful of stars hanging in the sky, but for a perceiver who has reached the second heaven realm, this light is enough for him to distinguish everything.
A figure moved gently in the flower bed, and there were occasional footsteps, but they happened to be mixed with the rustling sound caused by the wind blowing through the flower bed.
If you were an excellent perceiver of Ming Zhi Po, you might be able to tell the difference, but Molin knew that the man in the cabin had no perception at all, not to mention that he was already a dead man.
Even so, Mo Lin came to the window as quietly as possible, then leaned over and placed two stepping bricks under the window.
This was indeed a bit disgraceful, but Molin was quite helpless with such a body. Of course, he also envied those guys who had outstanding skills and came and went like the wind. But the bodies of the Mo family are so slow in terms of strength and soul.
There is no other way but to rely more on wisdom to solve the problem.
Maureen stepped on two stepping stones and held her hands on the window sill. Although the room is darker, as long as there is a little light, it will not be any problem for a perceiver of the second level of Okinawa Soul to see clearly.
Mo Lin saw the target lying motionless on the bed, but at this moment, his stronger and more sensitive Sixth Level Tianshu Soul sent him a more precise message.
wrong!
The temperature is wrong.
Although there was no touching, at this distance, Molin could already detect the body temperature radiating from the target person. It was already late at night. Unless this guy had just fallen asleep, it was impossible for him to still have such a body temperature after being dead in the middle of the night.
Something is wrong. Should I confirm further or...
Mo Lin was still hesitant, but her figure on the bed had moved.
flash!
Mo Lin had been on guard for a long time. Although he hesitated, he never let down his guard. As soon as the body on the bed moved slightly, he noticed it and walked away without hesitation.
Why didn't the poison needle work? Has it been discovered?
Molin was extremely confident in the poison he had configured. Nothing happened to the target. There was no explanation at all except that he was not stabbed.
Molin ran away without looking back, just listening to the movement behind him. His pivot soul is the most powerful and has reached the sixth level. By completing the penetration of He Ying's soul, he can reach the realm of the penetrater and possess more powerful abilities. But apart from that, his other five souls, except for the soul of strength, also have certain realms. Ming Zhi Po has already reached the third level of heaven. At this distance, no movement can escape his ears.
Got up...got out of bed...went to the window...jumped out!
To Mo Lin, an extremely heavy sound of landing sounded behind him, and the target person actually chased him out.
Mo Lin couldn't help but look back. The worthless waste that Uncle Mosen said didn't seem so useless after all. At least he was brave, even though his courage seemed stupid to him.
Even if the Mo family is in poor health and extremely weak in strength and soul, as perceivers, they still have many fighting methods. Compared with ordinary people, that is completely two levels. This guy, despite having no courage at all, dared to chase him out. This is probably the so-called fearlessness of the ignorant!
There is no perception, so this kid has no idea how powerful and terrifying the target he is chasing is.
Kill him directly?
cannot……
Although Mo Lin is fully capable of this, Mawson repeatedly emphasized that it must be an accident, an accident that would not appear to be an abnormal death in the eyes of others.
"I didn't expect that to deal with an ordinary person, I would have to use my alternative plan." Mo Lin muttered to himself.
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