Assassin Simulator: I deduced the accidental formula!

Li Mo felt a strange feeling in his heart. In fact, he didn't have any hatred for the Yan family and his son, although at the beginning, when he got the ability to deduce, in countless future timelines, they were terribly organized by them.

But with the passage of time, he seems to have forgotten those past events, after all, the years that Li Mo has passed in the deduction time are innumerable.

He always kept in mind that his purpose was to completely crush the hearts of the two father and son.

So he was very modest, and elegantly pulled out the steel bar, and then immediately screamed again!

Yan Guozhang was howling in pain as he retreated to the back, but because he injured a leg, he couldn't stand up and could only writhe like a worm.

Then Li Mo took a step forward and accurately stabbed the steel bar into the other's wound again. The advantage of doing this was that it would not only bring pain to Yan Guozhang, but would not accumulate the "three zero zero" injuries. to the point of being lethal.

Because Li Mo knew very well that the medicines the two father and son could carry with them were limited.

"Then my game is about to come to an end, and it's not good to be unable to play if something goes wrong.

"And the third time!"

He thought about disregarding Yan Guozhang's begging and pain. After the second time the steel bar was pulled out, the other party was so pale that he couldn't speak.

And Yan Zhihui not to mention, he didn't even have the courage to look here, just huddled in the corner, listening to his father's miserable howl like a prisoner waiting for trial.

The appearance of being completely unmoved, of course, he may have been completely and completely, and he has been frightened and collapsed, but it made Li Mo save a little effort.

"Please don't go any further."

"Give me a treat."

Compared to the former golden-level killers of the Yan family and their sons, they had indeed never been subjected to such severe torture, and they collapsed immediately.

Yan Guozhang begged, he just felt that he was better off jumping off the building when he learned that the dead artist was looking for him.

Maybe it's a little easier, but now he can only be caught in endless regrets, and he is now in such pain that he would rather die by himself.

Yan Zhihui, on the other hand, has a new feeling. Through his only remaining rational inference, he thinks that the dead artist cannot simply take action against his own father, and he must suffer similar torment in a while.

He seemed to be thinking in his heart, or I might just kill myself now.

Just when the two father and son fell into despair, Li Mo suddenly pulled out the steel bar again after the third attack.

Yan Guozhang, this time, he was rolling around on the ground like a flashback. There was a burst of howl.

But Li Mo casually threw the steel bar aside.

"Shall we talk?"

"Just talk about it..."

Yan Guozhang has a very strong psychological quality, and even in this situation, he can still squeeze out a few smiles, smiling flatteringly at Li Mo.

"Actually, my request is very simple. When you sent people to hunt me down, then I will take revenge on you once, and if I kill you, I will leave. What do you think? But I have restrictions. Can you please be conscious now? a little.

Li Mo said this on purpose, and before the father and son were aware of what was going on, they walked to the other side.

Yan Guozhang looked at the dead artist, and when he left his side, he immediately felt a general sense of happiness from hell to heaven.

Although the physical pain still existed, he watched Li Mo walk in Yan Zhihui's direction, and he had a feeling——

It's not bad to let this damn bastard son suffer like this too.

He thought so much, even this kind of evil was deeply rooted in his heart, swallowing his heart and reason.

And Yan Zhihui was directly scared to pee in the real sense of the crap.

He leaned back against the wall desperately and went backwards. For some reason, this rich second generation remembered the state of Song Haoming at that time, and that one also desperately went backwards, and then fell off the window sill.

Immediately Yan Zhihui looked back as if frightened.

He confirmed what the wall behind him was.

"It's just ordinary cement.

But he hasn't had time to rejoice.

I found that Li Mo was getting closer and closer to him.

"Don't come! Don't come! 66

All he could do was howl.

If you retreat, you can't walk away, and if you run without the courage, the whole person is like a dog with a broken spine.

And Li Mo didn't even look at him, and even felt a little disgusting, after all, there was a foul smell coming from the other side's pants.

"Goodbye, I'll be back again, but..."

The first half of the sentence made the father and son feel a sense of the rest of their lives in an inexplicable state, but the next sentence immediately made them fall into an ice cave.

This means obviously death artists, not to let them go, but to torture them to death again and again!~

Rather than that, it would be better to commit suicide.

The thought flashed through the hearts of the father and son, and the next thing that shocked them even more happened, Li Mo walked straight to the edge of the windowsill and jumped off.

"What are you kidding?"

Yan Guozhang was shocked. Could it be the dead artist who wanted to run to the window, but was injured in his leg.

The first thing I did after barely standing was I fell again and almost knocked out his front teeth on the ground.

And Yan Zhihui suddenly summoned great courage.

"I want to see what you are!

He roared, and when he looked out, he found that he watched the dead artist jump from the tall building, and then stood directly on the ground, then turned his head and smiled at them.

This is definitely not something that can be explained by magic hands, because there are no sets and props at all, the other party just jumped abruptly!

Have interacted with them before, so it is impossible to say that the person in the room is also their hallucination!

"That is to say, the dead artist is really not a human being, because it is impossible for a person to walk on the road so happily after jumping off the 4th floor! 66

5.4 Yan Zhihui was stunned.

After that, he felt a kind of despair, which gradually filled his heart little by little.

On the other side, Yan Guozhang, who was lying on the ground with bloody legs, pondered the few words that Li Mo had said before he left, and suddenly realized something.

By the way, the death artist said that he will leave as long as he takes revenge once, but our father and son have two lives, if I hang Yan Zhihui on the black net..."

"After death has taken his life, will he stop bothering me."

For some reason, this idea is obviously very absurd and unbelievable, and there is almost no feasibility, but it makes Yan Guozhang feel an inexplicable sense of happiness, and feels that this will definitely succeed.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter if I fail, it's just death, and if I can use this trash son for my life..."