Final Destination – Cristina Sanchez 19
Don't worry. The little girl was concentrating on digging in the ground, with her teacher guiding her from the side. Have you measured the size of your prey?
Come to me. His intelligent student gestured on her chest and abdomen. She reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead. Her eyes were as bright as the extension of the sky. She then made a circle with her hand. I probably need this to be able to hold it.
(Well done). An excellent teacher is never stingy with praise. He wiped the dirt off the girl's face with a wet wipe. You are worthy of your bloodline.
You are a natural born hunter... oh no, a god of death.
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"The God of Death?" Akai Shuichi was stunned. He never expected to hear this information when contacting James this time. "Has the existence of that person been confirmed?"
In the FBI's file, some cases were grouped together. The victims were young or old, of different genders, ages, and races. The causes of death were also varied. A damaged fan blade cut the throat, a fish accidentally got into the throat while fishing and taking pictures, and a belt got caught on the bumper and was dragged...
Moreover, none of the final investigation results were unexpected, and it seemed that there was no reason to classify them together.
However, when Shuichi Akai just joined the FBI, an archivist made a hypothesis.
The administrator, who had autism and was completely terrible at interpersonal communication but had an extraordinary talent for numbers and words, had been studying those moldy files in the archives for decades. He calculated and analyzed the abnormal fluctuations in the area's accidental death rate in recent years and told the results to the agents he was familiar with.
A serial killer who was good at designing accidents once took a road trip from south to north in the Lighthouse Country.
To be honest, not many people actually believe in the existence of this serial killer. Most people think that this is just a patient's imagination, and the so-called trajectory derived from the accidental mortality rate is just a coincidence. There is no killer at all.
"Look at those events," the senior leading Akai Shuichi said with disdain, "What kind of person could design so many coincidences?"
"If it really exists, it is not a human, but the incarnation of the god of death."
The boss's voice pulled Akai Shuichi out of the whirlpool of memories. James on the other end of the phone was very serious. "We don't know, but..." He looked at the information in his hand and frowned deeply. "I have an old friend who is responsible for dealing with dark web matters. Recently, her people found a professional killer's dark web, which contained the name of the Grim Reaper."
This loyal old FBI employee raced against time to provide information to his favorite subordinates. The risk of Akai Shuichi, who had traveled to Japan, accepting the contact from his employer was too great. "The god of death disappeared after receiving the last commission."
James read out the latest comment restored by the technician word for word. The ID was not surprising and was anonymous. "The Grim Reaper and the Crow should have stood together."
Water plant work group
【Fusi】Good night, dear
【Tasmania Rain】Goodnight
[Yagaquan] Do you really have to show your affection in the work group?
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