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Chapter five hundred and seventy-fifth letter from the god of death

Mo Haiyou's thoughts continued. The bedroom was empty, and he was the only one left. The loneliness made the forensic doctor unable to fall asleep. He simply leaned against the head of the bed and took out a cigarette. Mo Haiyou didn't smoke often, especially in front of outsiders.

Only when a person is at that time will he take out one. The smell of cigarettes can calm him down, but it is just the smell. Mo Haiyou never really inhales cigarettes into his lungs, and he knows that that is not good.

Gently stitched the cigarette under his nose, Mo Haiyou smelled the tobacco, and then held it in his mouth without igniting it.

‘It’s not time to ignite it yet, I have to go and check it out first.’

He said to himself, revealing his thoughts. He wanted to go to Mrs. Angu's house alone, not because of letters, but to fulfill his own thoughts. Who was the god of death he saw at the beginning?

Mo Haiyou never believed in the existence of gods and ghosts, but he did see the god of death coming out of the flames, so there must be mechanisms in it that he did not understand.

Is that house the last time I saw it? Mo Haiyou was unable to confirm. What made him curious was what the person who picked him up in the future looked like? Could this person be the one who wrote the letter?

The special girl in the red car, Mo Haiyou couldn't imagine her appearance, and she lay on the bed. The forensic doctor recalled everything she saw in the past and decided to go there the next day to take a look. He still clearly remembered the route.

Without waiting for the girl's car to arrive, he avoided everyone and went to the house that looked like the entrance to hell alone. Since the writer of the letter said that he had made a mistake in the way to enter the house, according to Mo Haiyou's temper and personality, he had to figure it out by himself. As for the guide, let's see you later!

The cigarette at the tip of his nose rolled down on the bed, Mo Hai picked it up and placed it beside the pillow, while he lay comfortably on the soft bedding and closed his eyes.

Soon, the forensic doctor snored slightly, and at the same time, his fingers leaped slightly like dancing, holding each other and gently tapping the fabric on his body.

Habitual movements and the faint smell of tobacco can make him enter his dream faster. In the dream, maybe Mo Haiyou can still see the "God of Death" in the past, let's talk to it first...

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Xie Yunmeng took Yun Yeyao away, so that the actors did not see Mo Haiyou's actions afterwards, and that they could not know that there was a fire ray of Hell House as soon as possible.

After returning to his apartment, Xie Yunmeng put the person on the bed, then returned to the living room and leaned against the sofa. Xie Yunmeng also began to think about his thoughts.

It was also an incident in the past and had nothing to do with the incident of Mrs. Angu. It was a kidnapping incident. In order to save the child, the hero in the incident was seriously injured. Later, when Xie Yunmeng heard that he was dead, he kept wondering whether it was true.

This was a very ordinary case. I haven't thought of it for many years. Today, for some reason, it suddenly popped up in the mind of the detective. Just when I was picking up Xiaoyao, he saw a specimen of a golden butterfly flower placed in Mo Haiyou's home.

Xie Yunmeng once saw the golden butterfly flower. It was engraved with such a pattern on the neck of the unsaved child. I don’t know if it was printed or a tattoo, but Xie Yunmeng just saw it through the car window. At that time, the gangster in the car window attracted all his attention.

Now that I think about it, the golden butterfly flowers in Mo Haiyou's family are indeed very similar to those I thought at the beginning. Maybe Mo Haiyou also knows the case.

Xie Yunmeng thought to himself, feeling a little sleepy. Just as he was about to stand up and go to wash up, he accidentally saw a letter sandwiched under the sofa, with the envelope written in large black words - Death!
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