Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 465: 313. Night Attack and the Murderous Intent at the End of the Corridor_2

Moreover, if PCE Investigators later searched this house, they might discover the passage.

“Just now the life detector already showed no signs of life signals from within the room, let’s quickly find the passage,” someone said in the darkness, “Put the guns back, don’t let them go off, drawing the PCE Investigators to seal off the scene, that would ruin everything.”

In fact, it wasn’t just Qing Chen who was worried about attracting the attention of PCE Investigators.

The man in black turned on his flashlight and started to search the room quickly.

There were a total of four people entering the room this time, and they cooperated in tacit understanding. No matter how they searched, each one was always within another’s line of sight.

“There are seven mobile phones and seven car keys in the room,” a black-clad assassin whispered, “It looks like someone from the hillside estate is using this place to come and go, and the cars and keys are used to conceal identities. However, the phones are all modified and can’t be opened. It seems the cars must also be authenticated by voice and iris recognition.”

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“We’re not here for wealth,” one of them said coldly.

“What I mean is, if someone is coming and going through here, can we just wait in the room to catch a big fish?” an assassin suggested, “You all know that anyone capable of employing craftsmen to dig a passage to the hillside estate is no small fry.”

“Forget it,” another man, standing by the dining table, wiped the floating dust from the table with his hand, “This room hasn’t been visited by anyone for at least several years.”

At that moment, an assassin was tapping on the floor with the handle of his flashlight, little by little.

He tapped until he hit the section of the floor above the passage, and the collision between the flashlight and the floor immediately emitted a hollow sound.

“This is it, look for the mechanism around here,” the assassin instructed.

It didn’t take ten minutes before someone found the mechanism… a vase on the desk.

The person gently rotated the vase, and with a clack, the floor above the passage sunk down, forming the first step of the staircase leading down into the passage.

“Shall we go down?” asked an assassin

“No need to go down,” the leader said coldly, “We only came to check things out today. We’ll go back and report this to the boss, and let him decide when to infiltrate the hillside estate.”

However, just at that moment, an assassin’s flashlight beam swept toward the dining table, and he was shocked to discover several fresh fingerprints on the other side of the table.

He had just swept his fingers over the surface of the table to inspect the thickness of the dust.

But he was certain that these fingerprints weren’t left by him.

The fingerprints were fresh!

Someone else had recently been in the room!

“Be careful!” he warned in a low voice.

But just as his words fell, from the darkness five or six meters away, the sound of a flashlight dropped to the ground with a clang.

The man saw his companion slowly kneel down, tilting toward the floor.

Taken aback, the three other assassins directed their flashlight beams over but could only see their companion’s body and the blood gushing out.

They did not see who was doing the killing!

Eerie!

Exceptionally eerie!

At this time, Qing Chen had already darted into the darkness at the side before the flashlight beams could find him.

Nobody had located him at first!

Qing Chen was exploiting a common mental inertia: when there is a disturbance in the darkness, someone holding a flashlight will subconsciously aim the light toward the source of the noise, thereby ignoring other places.

The interplay of light and shadow created a contrast where the dark areas became even darker.

The assassins felt as if they had trespassed into a ghost house where a spectre was murdering them.

“Something’s wrong,” the assassins reacted swiftly, sweeping their flashlights to the side.

However, by the time the three men caught on, it was too late.

In an instant, Qing Chen forcefully flicked his wrist and three sharp playing cards flew out from between his fingers, slicing through the light and darkness of the room.

Time seemed to slow down as the images of spades A, hearts A, and diamonds A spun incessantly on the cards.

The assassins tried to reach for their guns at their waists, but the three playing cards slashed across their throats, leaving a fine trail of blood.

They felt their strength being rapidly drained from their bodies.

Their ability to think was swiftly ebbing away.

In fact, the initial harm from severing a carotid artery was not blood loss, but oxygen deprivation.

The brain would rapidly react in the first second of oxygen shortage.

This was different from holding one’s breath. When you hold your breath after a deep inhale, your alveoli still infuse oxygen into your blood, which is then transported to the brain.

So, some people can hold their breath for a long time.

However, having your carotid artery completely clamped off is entirely different, and deadly.

In the darkness, Qing Chen calmly crouched down, searching the corpses for any items in the dark.

However, there was nothing that could prove the identities of the deceased.

Qing Chen summarised the brief battle of the night.

Firstly, these men were not true experts. Their reflexes alone made it clear they were warriors but not masters.

If one were to define their identities, they should be scouts sent first to examine the situation inside the house.

At this time, who would want to infiltrate the hillside estate? Jindai and Deer Island were the most suspicious.

The entire hillside estate had been secured by the elder son of Li’s Big Room so tightly that the outside world had no way of knowing what was happening inside, nor the condition of the old Li family patriarch.

Sending someone inside to observe would be a logical step.