Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 90 The Skinner

The black Chevrolet threw a huge arc on the curve of the highway, the tires scratched the ground leaving a harsh friction sound, and the body speeded like a sharp knife.

"Old Tang, your driving skills are really good!" Lu Mingfei, who was on the co-pilot, was shaken slightly dizzy.

"I've practiced it!" Hearing his brother's praise, Old Tang's mouth curled up in a boastful arc, and he patted the steering wheel lightly, "Sometimes when I can't get a hunter's job, I will go to a rally or something. If I'm lucky, I can still run Make a ranking and get some bonuses."

"By the way, Old Tang, what did you mean when you said that New York City is very evil recently?" Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered this sentence.

"This matter... first spread from our circle, which is the hunter website I mentioned to you." Old Tang's voice suddenly became low.

"It's really weird to say that at first, an anonymous employer posted a mission on the website, saying that a dangerous guy called 'Skin-peeler' appeared in New York City." Old Tang said.

"'skin-peeler'? What the hell? Skin police? Stripper?" Lu Mingfei's English is not bad, but he didn't expect that these two words could be combined one day.

"It's the 'Flayer,' or 'Skin Stripper'!"

Old Tang said with a gloomy face, "At first, the bounty offerer offered a $[-] reward for 'Skin-peeler', just to buy his real identity. No one had ever heard of such a number one person before, but after this post was published There's actually a guy out there calling himself a 'Skin-peeler'."

"One hundred thousand dollars is just to buy an identity. The amount is not small. There should be many people willing to investigate. Old Tang, have you never thought of getting this bounty?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"You have to spend your life to make money!" Old Tang shook his head, "Naturally, many bounty hunters are willing to take over this amount and this task. After all, it's just an identity investigation. It was such an easy task on the belt...but then, weird things happened."

"Huh?" Lu Mingfei frowned
"The hunters who received this mission...are all dead!" Old Tang said astonishingly, clutching the steering wheel tightly.

"died?"

"Yes, everyone involved in this task died, one after another, and the death was quite miserable. When each corpse was found, all the skins were scraped off, and the flesh and blood were mutilated!" Old Tang said in a heavy tone.

"It can't be skinned alive. People can't bear this kind of suffering when they are alive. It should be the perpetrator who kills first and then skins." Lu Mingfei analyzed, "Then what is the cause of death of the victims? Are they all the same?"

"That's the fault!" Old Tang slammed the steering wheel, "Except for the skin all over the body being peeled off, there was no fatal wound on the victim's body. Do you think this is evil?"

Lu Mingfei frowned, he vaguely felt that this...may have something to do with mixed races!
"If it's just a task of investigating identities, the $[-] knife is indeed a bloody profit, but if it's a matter of life, why are there so many people going to die one after another?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Because the employer will increase the price, he set up a prize pool in his mission. Every time a detective fails, the reward in the prize pool will be added up to one hundred thousand dollars!" Old Tang turned up the sound of the car stereo a few more times. Decibel, "This mission looks like a fatal curse, but because of the superimposed bonuses and the dignity of being a hunter, many people still took chances to get in, but they all lost their lives in the end!"

"Then how much has the bonus pool accumulated now?" Lu Mingfei rubbed his chin and asked.

"One million." Old Tang's voice increased a bit, "It's a whole million dollars!"

"So nine hunters have died? The murderer is a serial murderer." Lu Mingfei's eyes darkened.

"The targets selected by serial murderers are very specific. Women, children or special groups. What is the commonality of the targets of this serial murderer? People who want to investigate their identities? This is a bit unreasonable... It also sounds weird to have that anonymous employer..."

Most importantly, Old Tang should not be involved in this matter, right?
Lu Mingfei tried to bring in the murderer's perspective and ideas in his mind to speculate on the motive and method of the murder, but the whole matter was too suspicious, and he only listened to old Tang's hearsay, and the effective information he could use was not enough at all. .

In fact, he has also practiced the ability of "profile" in private these years, but it still seems that he is not as good as a natural profiler.

Lu Mingfei squinted his head and looked at the huge steel forest in the distance outside the window. The wind blew from the border of the city and brushed his black hair to the back of his head. Silently telling the secrets that no one knows in this bustling and materialistic city.

There is melancholy in my mind, and it seems that even the air is mixed with a faint smell of blood.

"Don't think about it." Old Tang's joyful voice interrupted Lu Mingfei's thoughts, "As long as you don't waste money to accept that task, it will be fine, we are neither Sherlock Holmes nor the Night Knight, we are just ordinary Even if it is a curse of strange powers and gods, it will not fall on the two of us!"

"Go, I invite you to eat!"

Seeing Old Tang's face that was gloomy for less than 3 minutes and then immediately turned cloudy, Lu Mingfei also laughed.

"makes sense."

……

The sky in New York is not as clear as Chicago's blue, but the clouds are much lower. The white clouds are like a few curtains that cover the sky, and New York City is a dense forest made of steel.

All kinds of luxury cars are speeding by on the road, and today’s financial index of the New York Stock Exchange is broadcast on the big screen in the city. Even in the cold autumn, there are still female OLs wearing hip skirts and black stockings holding notebooks Passing through the zebra crossing, the city's noise and tranquility are blurred.

The black Chevrolet crossed the wide street and stopped at the corner of a long street.

"Chinatown?" Lu Mingfei looked up at the huge blue plaque on the red and yellow archway, and rolled his eyes, "You brought me here to eat because you are afraid that my Chinese stomach won't be able to adapt to the local characteristics of New York. Food?"

"Ming people don't talk dark words, the boss here is an acquaintance of mine, and he can get a discount!" Old Tang hooked Lu Mingfei's neck and forced him to go in, "But to be honest, the Chinese food in that restaurant tastes really good. good!"

Came all the way to New York and went to a Chinese restaurant for dinner?This made Lu Mingfei feel depressed as if he had spent money on a trip and ended up sleeping in a hotel all day!
Under the bright sunshine, the teenagers walked side by side in the crowded street.

No one knows, the curse-like disaster... is quietly approaching.

(End of this chapter)