Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

"It should be fine..."

Aaron muttered to himself, removed one of the middle finger bones, turned around and walked to the wooden bed, picked up a piece of coarse sandpaper, wrapped it around it, and began to rub it carefully.

Whispering, rustling, rustling...

A slow and soft voice sounded in the room, like coaxing a child. Aaron's nerves, which had been tense since the morning due to the accident, finally got some rest.

He liked this kind of post-processing work very much. In his opinion, drying the bones, removing the unshaved skin on them, and then picking out the tiny tendons was a kind of artistic creation, which was far better than ordinary killing work. Later, It's just pure violence.

"Wow..."

At this time, Aaron suddenly heard a dog barking next to him.

He looked down and saw that it was their pet dog, Meade, who had slipped out from behind the freezer, barked at him, and wagged his tail at the bones on the dryer.

Aaron sighed, squatted down, touched the back of the running dog, raised his chin and pointed at the bones.

"Bad boy, you can't eat these."

He didn't like digging through the same parts of bones in a short period of time. One mistake was enough.

The erring pet dog whimpered and lowered its head.

After Aaron taught it, he was in a good mood and even started humming. He rubbed it, transferred the sandpaper to one hand, and with the other hand opened the briefcase and took out the laptop inside.

He has good use of both hands.

While his right hand continued to rub the bones with sandpaper, his left hand had already turned on the phone, opened a mysterious web page, and skillfully typed in a string of account passwords to log in.

【You did very well. 】

[This time the money has been transferred. 】

The latest contact box contained a message from someone fifteen minutes ago. Aaron switched the interface and clicked on the mysterious account. Sure enough, there was a large amount of money in it.

He was in a better mood.

This is his second job. Five years ago, he started looking for employers on the dark web to take on some "cleaning" work.

The dark web is highly confidential, can be anonymous, is difficult to trace, and does not require a direct meeting with the employer. Now, for some reason, he doesn't dare to step into the underworld openly, so he can only take orders quietly through the dark web.

He was responsible for the recent serial murders of the FBI, and his wife had no idea about this.

Looking at those numbers, Aaron remembered the necklace and ring that Philo mentioned not long ago.

Now he can buy all the jewelry stores she likes, he can also buy a bigger house, and even a helicopter and a yacht...

Aaron kept thinking, but soon, he seemed to remember something terrible, a chill ran down his back, and he calmed down instantly.

He asked from above: [Who else do you want to kill? 】

In fact, this employer is the strangest person he has encountered in the past five years.

For example, the method of death must be as given, but you are allowed to play a part; for example, the entire process must be videotaped, but only body wounds are allowed to be photographed, not the face; and for example, clues must be left at the place where the body was dumped, and words must be carved on the person's body. , deliberately provoking the official.

This kind of request is very strict and strange, and it will get you angry if you are not careful, but considering that the person who is killing is the FBI - Aaron is very disgusted with this group of people due to his past experience - and the employer gives too much. , he still accepted it.

If customers are God, money is the whip in their hands. Who can have trouble with a whip?

Aaron waited for a while, but the other party did not reply. Maybe he was offline, the wolf-shaped avatar remained gray.

Chapter 226 Snake Venom and Poisonous Snakes and Wolves (Part )

The employer was not online, so Aaron turned off his computer.

He sharpened the bone quickly, punched a small hole at the top, and inserted a thin silver thread. When he opened the freezer to take out something, there was a knock on the door.

"are you still busy?"

It was his wife's voice, and Aaron relaxed his tense body. He stuffed the gun back into his briefcase, wrapped the bone in sandpaper and placed it on the table. He picked up his pet dog and walked to the door.

He opened the door and smiled brightly: "Okay, honey."

Aaron closed the door again and bent down to place Meade on the ground. As soon as the pet dog's feet touched the ground, he couldn't wait to run towards the stairs.

"It turns out Meade is here. I've been looking for it all day today." Philo was surprised.

The couple went upstairs together. Halfway through, Aaron heard the sound of the TV in the living room suddenly getting louder.

He was startled, and Philo, who was next to him, saw that his expression was wrong and quickly said: "It's Crystal up there."

This name made Aaron's eyebrows jump, and his words were filled with uncontrollable annoyance: "Why is she here?"

Crystal, whose name is Crystal, has a vulgar and mean personality with no sense of boundaries.

He hates such people, but she happens to be his wife's former classmate. The two have a good relationship and sometimes have to deal with each other.

"Her car broke down while driving nearby."

Philo knew his attitude towards this friend, so he slowed down his voice and said in a consultative tone: "You know, there was a serial murder case against women recently. The murderer has not been caught yet, so she did not dare to go back alone at night. , I want to stay here for one night.”

Serial murder case?

Aaron thought for a while, and it seemed that this was the case.

This is the second-highest-profile case recently (the first being the FBI's serial murder case). This case has identified the murderer, a silver-haired Asian man with unshaven hair, and a reward warrant has been issued.

"Just one night?" he asked worriedly.

"Just one night." His wife said firmly.

"Okay." He was helpless.

……

"Philo, you have such a good temper. I will never let my husband keep a room at home that I can't enter. God knows what he will do in there?"

"If I were you, I would definitely find a way to go in and have a look..."

No.

He regretted it.

Sitting at the dining table, Aaron Lucas listened to the chattering female voices, and this thought flashed painfully in his mind.

He cut off a piece of steak and stuffed it into his mouth, silently. Philo looked embarrassed. While carefully studying his face, he tried to divert the topic away from his family.

She paid attention to the latest developments in the FBI serial murder case reported on TV. Today, two more people died in the Riverside Church and the nearby Conservatory of Music where she often went.

"How terrible..." she murmured.

"Yes, the murderer is simply a madman." Crystal said without changing her tone.

She munched on the vegetable salad, looked at the scene on the TV, and asked again: "Where did the first two FBI cases occur? It doesn't seem to be New York, right?"

"In Washington and Atlanta," Philo said.

"Yes, that's right there." Crystal nodded, rolled her eyes, and laughed again: "I remember you said when you called that Aaron went to those two places when he went out to perform with the magic troupe not long ago. "

She smiled and looked at Aaron: "This is a coincidence, don't you think so, Aaron?"

"..."

Aaron, the hired killer who committed the FBI's serial murders, couldn't help but glance at his wife's best friend.

To be honest, she wasn't ugly, but she felt like a noisy toad to him, especially when she spoke, her voice was shrill and thin, and she liked to make a fuss over trivial matters and stir up trouble.

Philo frowned and looked at him worriedly again; Aaron smiled reassuringly at her and didn't take these words to heart.

Many people think that murderers are violent maniacs. In fact, this is a prejudice - killing people does mean giving up rationality, but killers who make murder their profession must have enough rationality.

For example, he would never kill for personal preference. Either someone would pay for his life, or he would be silenced if he was seen doing so. Only a lunatic would take action over a minor conflict.

Crystal said a few more words, but when Aaron never showed the reaction she wanted to see, she curled her lips in boredom.

After the news is over, the entertainment program starts. Seeing that dinner was almost done, Crystal stood up and walked towards the bag that was thrown on the sofa before she had a chance to pick it up.

"Let's have a drink. Philo, where are your wine glasses?"

When the familiar words came into his ears, Aaron's expression changed instantly, and his whole person became extremely stiff.

In the next few seconds, he didn't hear what they were saying at all. It wasn't until Crystal, holding a mug filled with wine (there was no glass wine glass in his house), came to him regardless of Philo's obstruction that he realized - —

"Come on, Aaron, have a drink?"

He stretched out the wine glass in front of his eyes. The red wine was not as pungent as high-alcohol wine. The moment he smelled the smell of wine, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Aaron stood up suddenly, as if he was greatly threatened, and waved her hand away.

"No! No!! - Get away!!!"

He was shaking and even screaming.

The other two women were stunned by his reaction, and Philo looked at her usually gentle husband in disbelief.

They looked at each other, and as the wife, Philo spoke first: "...Aaron, are you okay?"

Aaron still stood blankly.

He watched the mug hit the floor, and the bright red wine spilled all over the floor. The strong smell made him dizzy, and his face turned pale.

"...It's okay." He said slowly, looking at his wife, his dull eyes gradually recovered: "I want to take a rest."

Philo looked at him with a worried look on his face, nodded and said: "Go and rest, I will just clean up here."

Aaron turned around, bypassed the area where the wine had been spilled, and ran up to the second floor as if running away.

He fled into the master bedroom, slammed the door, and leaned his back against the thick, solid door.

liquor……

His face was still pale, his body was trembling, and he looked forward with empty eyes.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, until he touched a large scar on the back of his neck and felt the uneven skin, he gradually calmed down.

No wine.

He doesn't drink anymore.

He's outgrown that stuff.

I don't know how long it took for Aaron to recover. He slowly took out a breath. He almost didn't take a breath just now.

He found that his forehead was covered with cold sweat, so he walked to the table and took out a tissue to wipe it away.