Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 1692: My Handsome and Beautiful True Appearance!

Chapter 1692: My Handsome and Beautiful True Appearance!

“Especially…”795 carefully looked around the room and whispered, “With first generation task-takers, you gotta behave. They’re the ones who make the rules.”
Ning Shu couldn’t help but breathe out a long sigh. Because Zhang Jiasen was a low level, primary task-taker, he was impulsive. He couldn’t understand the matters of the hierarchy above.
He was too eager for revenge.
795 patted Ning Shu’s shoulder, “Take your time. It’s good that 6475 is no longer here. We don’t have to be on guard against him.”
“Thank you.” Ning Shu said.
“Is a first generation task-taker really powerful? Do they not have to use anyone else’s body?” Ning Shu asked.
“They just need to keep their power down to the bare minimum and enter a plane,” 795 said. “I also want to show up with my handsome and beautiful true appearance!”
Ning Shu: →_→
“I have a bad mouth ulcer.” 795 pouted, “Give me some spit.”
Ning Shu turned around and entered the house. She saw the uncle sitting with his long legs crossed and gulped a mouthful of saliva. She felt that the uncle was really scary now.
Where did the cute school doctor who used a scalpel to dissect people and wouldn’t obliterate them with a gun go?
Hurried footsteps were heard coming down the stairs. 496 Lu Shanshan told the uncle, “Two girls are dead!”
The uncle stood up and went upstairs.
Ning Shu also rushed to follow him. When she entered the room, she saw two girls tied up with their backs to each other. Wooden sticks shaped like textile shuttle were plunged into their mouths till the back of their heads.
Their heads looked like skewered candy hawthorn. Their mouths were open wide with their eyes bulging out.
The sharp ends of the sticks were bloody with chunks of brain tissue.
Ning Shu’s pupils shrank. This was a really inhuman way to kill people.
Ning Shu shuddered. It seemed as if the killer killed for pleasure. She didn’t think it was possible for anyone to hold such deep hatred as to kill someone in such a gruesome way.
With a cold face, the uncle put on gloves to check the four bodies. The uncle looked at the other two girls who were hugging their blankets. They were nestled at the corner of the bed. He asked, “What happened last night?”
The two girls, already in a frightened trance, spasmed at the sound of the uncle’s voice. They frantically said in horror, “No, no, We don’t know! We don’t know anything!”
One girl held her head in her hands. Her eyes were red. She cried half-crazed, “We’re going to die! We’re all going to die …”
She giggled with a crazed smile on her face.
She had been scared insane.
The club president, Fan Junyang, kneeled on the floor. His expression was panicked and full of despair as he desperately knocked his head on the floor. Blood dripped from his forehead.
“How could this happen? How could this happen?” He kept muttering to himself, “How could this happen?”
The uncle pressed his lips together and said sternly, “Bring the bodies down.”
Ning Shu checked the scene. She wondered if it was someone in the room or someone who had come from outside that had committed the crime.
The uncle walked towards the bed. He knocked on the walls and the bed with his hands, checking for any secret passageways.
There had been no sounds when the murder occurred.
When they died, it was quiet. People struggle and scream when they feel pain. The uncle was awake all night but he heard nothing.
If it was done by people, there was sure to be evidence.
These people seemed like they were killed when unconscious or without pain.
Were they drugged or anesthetized?
Editor: Kai
Translator: Kaho