Smith was a senior manager of the Oil Tubes.
Their status was different.
Naturally, many people were paying attention to his Tete.
The number of fans had also reached more than 20,000.
After Smith's message was sent out,
Soon, his fans left a message:
" Pfft, haha, I'm laughing so hard that I peed my pants."
"Necromancer from the Dragon Country. Oh my god, Mr. Smith, why aren't you waiting for your death?”
"We'll miss you, Mr. Smith.”
“Fa-grandfather？What kind of name was that? Grandfather?"
"Six hours? Alright, I'll wait here and see if you can do it!”
"I'm dying of laughter. Are there still people doing this nowadays?”
"Alright, God bless you, Mr. Smith.”
"Yes, I'll poke my nose in too. I'll come back in six hours.”
"Eye piercing 1."
……
Soon, Smith's personal comment was:
In just a short while, there were hundreds of them.
And these hundreds of comments all indicated that they were laughing their heads off.
In six hours?
Husband and wife buried together?
Puchi!
This person knew how to joke.
He couldn't laugh anymore.
No one wanted to believe that Smith would die in six hours.
A necromancer from the Dragon Country?
Haha,
This sounded weak.
You might as well say that you're the Grim Reaper.
Or to put it simply, witches and wizards would do.
And look at his name,
Fa—grandfather?
Puhaha, grandfather?
A greeting from his grandfather?
Smith's fans all expressed that Mr. Smith knew how to be humorous.
He couldn't laugh anymore.
At this moment.
Yang Lin had already logged out of his homepage.
He casually browsed through the Youtube.
At this moment, perhaps the other administrators of the Youtube had noticed that something was wrong with the recommendation on the front page.
Or perhaps it was for some other reason.
In short, the promotional videos from SSS…
It was no longer displayed on the recommendation bar.
Perhaps it was bad luck.
Or perhaps Smith had done something.
In short, Yang Lin walked around for a long time.
He didn't see any of the SSS videos either.
He had seen a lot of foreign ladies with long legs.
The nutrition was not enough.
At this moment, sleepiness struck.
Yang Lin didn't want to broadcast anymore, so he said to the screen,"
"Forget it, let's call it a day. I'm too tired. I'll come back next time.”
"Oh, okay. Goodbye, Master Fa!"
"Goodbye, Master Fa. We'll come to these bastards again next time.”
"At least they ran fast. Damn it."
"Goodnight, Grandpa Fa!"
"Goodnight? It's already midnight!”
"Oh, good morning, Master Fa!"
After he logged off, he looked at the time.
It was already past three in the morning.
Yang Lin was also speechless.
The time of the live broadcast passed really quickly.
He didn't even feel it.
No wonder he was so sleepy.
Hence, he didn't care about anything else and fell asleep.
……
"Come, Smith, let's go!"
Ying-chan's house was left in Bruno's bar.
Jon and Smith were drinking happily.
There were also a few blonde long-legged men around him.
The atmosphere was extremely good.
"Ch-Chown, let me tell you, I hate the people of the Dragon Country the most. The people of the Dragon Country are too…too despicable.”
Smith said drunkenly.
Jon looked much better than him. He smiled and said,"
"Oh? Why? The people of the Dragon Country didn't do anything to you, right?"
"They…stole our jobs and our businesses around the world. They are even more hardworking than us.”
Smith stammered.
Jon smiled.
Although he did not agree with Smith's biased statement,
But she also agreed with his point of view.
The Dragon Country was indeed fighting for business on a global scale.
It made it difficult for Yingjiang.
"Damn it, a bunch of yellow pigs. They even found a necromancer to curse me.”
Smith finished the wine in his glass in one gulp.
Then, he took out his phone and opened his Tate.
Seeing that there were already hundreds of comments, she was very happy.
He looked at the time and saw the sentence.
Three hours had passed.
Therefore, he replied with the help of the alcohol,
"I'm so flustered. There are still three hours left. What should I do?”
There was even a photo of him drinking at a bar.
As soon as his reply came out,
Soon, someone left him a message:
"If you're laughing so hard, why are you still drinking?”
"Pfft, do you need me to contact a funeral company for you?”
"There's no need. Didn't you see that necromancer say he would take on this business?”
"Haha, I'm laughing so hard."
"Mr. Smith, you know Tate.”
……
Looking at the comments that kept appearing,
Smith laughed out loud.
Jon leaned over to take a look.
He also smiled.
"Bartender, bring me some wine!"
Smith shouted again.
An hour later.
Smith was drunk.
He couldn't tell north, south, east, and west at all. The world in his eyes was spinning.
Jon didn't drink much.
Smith drank it up close.
Seeing that he was drunk, she said,
"Alright, alright, it's almost time. I'll send you home.”
"Drink…drink…"
Smith was still shouting, confused.
John had no choice but to help Smith up.
He walked out of the bar and hailed a taxi.
He drove the two of them to Smith's house.
When they arrived at Smith's house,
It was Smith's wife, Ruth, who opened the door.
When he saw Smith's limp body, his eyes revealed a hint of disgust.
He frowned and said,"
"Drinking again? Drinking every day, drinking every day, sooner or later, he would drink to death.”
Then, he helped Jon carry Smith into the bedroom.
She pushed him onto the bed.
Before she could take off her shoes,
Smith snored loudly.
"Smith, Smith?"
Ruth shouted her husband's name and pushed him hard.
But why was Smith so drunk that he was unconscious?
How could he still hear his wife's voice?
"Smith, I'm leaving!”
Jon also leaned against Smith's ear and shouted,
He shouted several times and shook Smith's head.
However, Smith did not react at all.
He was sleeping soundly.
"Completely drunk!"
said Ruth, shaking her head.
"Isn't this the effect you wanted?"
Jon smiled and hugged Ruth.
He strode towards another room.
……
In a daze,
Smith felt like there was a fire burning in his throat.
It woke him up.
It was simply unbearable.
"Water…water…"
He muttered,
However, after shouting for a long time, no one paid attention to him at all.
He had no choice but to open his eyes.
When she looked, she realized that she hadn't taken off her clothes or shoes.
She was lying on the bed without a blanket.
"This…this damned Ruth, isn't she afraid that I'll…catch a cold?”
He thought angrily,
She wanted to continue sleeping.
However, her throat felt uncomfortable.
She could only struggle to get up, open the door, and get herself a glass of water.
However, as soon as she opened the door, she heard some noises in the room.
It sounded like it was coming from next door.
After listening for a while,
Smith looked confused.
Was…someone injured?
It sounded like his wife's voice.
Could it be that a thief had entered?
Thinking of this,
Smith sobered up quite a bit.
He quickly staggered back to his room.
He took out a pistol from the drawer.
He followed the direction of the sound.
As he got closer, the voice became clearer.
And it came from the other bedroom.
Smith felt that something was wrong.
He lowered his footsteps.
She walked over quietly.
The door was ajar.
Through the crack in the door,
He saw a scene that made his scalp explode.
……
Smith was stunned.
It took him a long time to recover.
When he finally reacted,
He instantly felt a surge of anger rush to his head.
F * ck!
Smith instantly felt like he was about to explode.
"F * ck!"
He kicked the door open and rushed in.
" You two... these two were born..."
He was so angry that he was incoherent.
The two people inside were having fun.
Smith suddenly rushed in.
She was shocked silly.
"F * ck, Smith, listen to me, I'll explain!”
John looked at the gun in Smith's hand.
Scared like Muggles,
Ruth was also frightened and shrank back.
"Explain what? I…I'll kill you!”
One was his wife, and the other was his good friend.
Smith, who had been betrayed, was furious.
He pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The loud gunshot shook the dust off the wall.
He heard gunshots.
Jon's vision went black.
He thought to himself that he was finished! He was finished.
But then, he looked.
Eh?
He was actually fine?
He missed.
It turned out that Smith had drunk too much wine.
She was still dizzy.
This shot was not aimed at all and missed.
Just as he was about to fire the second shot,
Jon looked at it.
He couldn't just sit there and wait for death.
So a hungry tiger pounced on a sheep,
He pressed Smith under his body.
The gun fell to the side.
The two of them began to fight over the pistol.
Ruth screamed in fear.
She rushed over and wanted to pull the two of them apart.
However, she was a woman with such little strength.
How could he pull it open?
In the chaos,
Jon reached for his pistol.
He did not have time to think and pulled the trigger.
Bang, bang, bang!
At this moment, his mind was blank.
Shooting was almost a subconscious action.
His fingers kept moving.
He emptied the magazine in a few seconds.
The gunshots disappeared.
The room fell silent.
Jon panted heavily.
After a long time, he came back to his senses.
He looked down.
He was stunned.
Smith and Ruth were lying together.
There were bullet holes all over his body, and blood flowed all over the ground.
He was long dead.
"I…I…"
Jon started to tremble.
After being stunned for a while, she covered her face and cried bitterly.
He did not expect this to happen.
Really,
He didn't want this to happen.
But now…
Everything was over, everything was over!!
A long time passed.
Only then did he stop crying.
Running was useless.
The police will catch it soon.
Therefore, he was prepared to turn himself in.
He threw away the pistol.
He took a deep breath, took out his phone, and prepared to call 911 to turn himself in.
However, when he turned on his phone,
For some reason, he entered Tete's interface.
And above it…
The first message that appeared was the one Smith had sent earlier:
"What should we do? I was cursed by the Necromancer of the Dragon Country. He said that I would meet my wife in 6 hours. I'm waiting online. I'm anxious!”
The time of the post was 12 noon.
Jon subconsciously looked at the watch on his wrist.
He was stunned!
On his watch,
The hour hand and minute hand formed a vertical line.
One pointed to 6, and the other pointed to 12.
It was exactly six o'clock.
……
An hour later.
Bruno's local news network posted an announcement:
At 6:00 p. m. local time, Mr. Smith, the oil pipeline manager, and his wife were killed in their home.
It is reported that the murderer is Mr. Smith's colleague and good friend, Jon.
The reason is suspected to be caused by Smith's encounter with the two men.
For more information, please wait for our follow-up report.
……
As soon as this report came out,
Soon, there were netizens commenting below.
"D * mn, what a shocking news.”
"Pfft, haha, I found out about the affair and killed someone out of embarrassment.”
"Jon doesn't look like a bad person.”
"What else could there be? The officials said that he surrendered.”
"What a pity. No matter what, Smith is still a good executive.”
"That's right. Let's go. We'll pay our respects to him.”
"Let's go and mourn together. After all, he's a senior executive of the oil pipeline.”
"Okay, let's go!"
Hence, the netizens went to Smith's Tate.
But when they opened Smith's homepage,
I haven't had time to leave a message to mourn.
He saw a pinned post:
"What should we do? I was cursed by the necromancer of the Dragon Country. He said that I would meet my wife in 6 hours. I'm waiting online. I'm anxious!”
Hmm?
The netizens who came to mourn were a little stunned.
What was going on?
They subconsciously looked at the time of the post.
Twelve o'clock sharp.
"Twelve o'clock, to six o'clock…"
The netizens widened their eyes.
"F * ck, twelve to six is exactly six hours, not a minute different.”
"No…No way, is it that strange?”
"My God, why do I feel that this is so terrifying?”
The netizens were a little shocked.
At this moment,
Smith's fans realized that something was wrong.
"What's wrong with you guys? What happened?"
"Yeah, you're talking weird. What exactly six hours?”
"Pfft, are you talking about this post? It was a curse from a guy who called himself grandfather. It was hilarious.”
Smith's fans said.
However, after they finished speaking, they felt that the atmosphere was a little off.
Because those netizens all sent the same emoji:
Fear!
"What's wrong? Why are you all sending this emoji?”
Smith's fans asked in confusion.
"You…you guys still don't know? F * ck, this is too scary."
"Smith…he's already dead.”
A netizen who rushed over explained.
……
"What? F * ck, dead? How did he die?"
Smith's fans were dumbfounded.
"He was shot dead by Jon at the same time, along with his wife, Ruth.”
The netizens explained in fear.
"And the time of death happened to be six in the afternoon.”
……
"What?"
Smith's fans gasped.
"This…this is impossible, right? At three o'clock in the morning, he was still posting on Weibo, saying that he was drinking.”
"That's right. Are you guys joking?”
"Are you kidding me? Go and take a look for yourself.”
News?
Yes, yes, yes.
Hence, Smith's fans swarmed out to search for news about Bruno.
Very soon,
They found it.
And then…
"F * ck, I'm numb. If I really die, his wife is dead too.”
"D * mn, it can't be.”
"It's Jon or something. F * ck, this melon is so big.”
……
At this moment, a fan said,"
"D * mn, that necromancer from the Dragon Country was right. It's terrifying!”
As soon as he said this,
Everyone was stunned at first.
Then, he felt a huge chill surge into his heart.
It was hair-raising!
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