Conan: I'm really not the mastermind behind the scenes

New York, Brooklyn.

This is the most populous area in New York. Residential areas are arranged on both sides of bustling commercial streets. There are not many high-rise apartment buildings, and most of them are two-story buildings of different styles.

In one of the villas with a garden, the hostess Philo Lucas looked at the carefully repaired branches and leaves, put down the flower shears with satisfaction, and returned to the house.

She bent down and put on her slippers and stood up straight again. The loose clothes could not hide her obvious bulge. She checked the clock in the living room and turned to work in the kitchen.

The TV in the living room was playing boring programs, and there was a faint sound of dog barking in the room, but the dog did not run out.

The whole house was empty, she was alone, but her face was filled with a happy smile.

At half past five in the evening, the doorbell rang.

Philo's eyes lit up, he put down the steak he planned to grill for another five minutes, took off his gloves and hurriedly opened the door.

Sure enough, at the door was her husband, Aaron Lucas, who had just finished a long day at work. They had been married for many years, but they still hugged each other at the door like newlyweds and kissed each other on the cheek.

Philo ended the kiss and his worried eyes fell on her husband's cheek: "What's wrong with your face?"

Aaron raised his hand and touched his cheek. His originally fair complexion was abnormally flushed and even slightly swollen.

"fine."

As he spoke, he took off his black gloves and thicker than ordinary coat, hung them on the hanger, and added to his wife with a smile:

"There was a small event in the morning, and I had to use some cosmetics. Now I have a skin allergy."

……

"I still have to go to my room to take care of some work."

"Okay, honey, do you want me to send dinner over?"

"No, soon, I'll have dinner with you."

The gentle husband explained to his wife and asked about her physical condition. She went for a pregnancy test today. Then he carried his briefcase and entered his own studio in the villa - the basement.

The basement is not big. There is a wooden bed in the center. The tabletop is covered with common tools such as sandpaper and tool boxes. A wind chime design drawing is pressed at the bottom. There are fourteen parts in total.

There are two freezers in the corner of the room, and a sink and an air dryer he made himself on the other side.

It was very cold in the room. Aaron shivered as soon as he came in. He quickly put on the clothes next to him that were thicker than the coat before and closed the door tightly.

He placed his briefcase on the wooden bed, walked to the air dryer, and carefully observed the hanging bones on it.

The bones were long and short, of different sizes, and swayed slightly under the action of the dryer.

——These, without exception, are all human bones.

Aaron stared at these white bones with a cold look in his eyes. If you look closely, you can see that the way he looks at these bones does not look like looking at the same kind at all, but more like a butcher looking at the ribs of livestock in the market.

……

Aaron (Alone) Lucas, male, thirty-six years old.

Living on 30th Street in Brooklyn, New York, he is Scottish-American, white, a bit racist, and hates other races, including Native Americans.

He immigrated to the United States from his grandfather's generation, and three generations of his family have worked for the underworld. He got married twelve years ago and got married, and now works as a bodyguard for a magic troupe in Brooklyn and occasionally does odd jobs.

His wife loves him very much. She knows about his past, but she doesn't mind at all. She always felt that it was her love that influenced him, and they now have a happy family.

He also loves her very much.

"It should be fine..." Aaron muttered to himself, removed one of the middle finger bones, turned around and walked to the wooden bed, picked up a piece of coarse sandpaper, wrapped it in it, and rubbed it carefully.

Whispering, rustling, rustling...

A slow and soft voice sounded in the room, like coaxing a child. Aaron's nerves, which had been tense since the morning due to the accident, finally got some rest.

He liked this kind of post-processing work very much. In his opinion, drying the bones, removing the unshaved skin on them, and then picking out the tiny tendons was a kind of artistic creation, which was far better than ordinary killing work. Later, It's just pure violence.

"Wow..."

At this time, Aaron suddenly heard a dog barking next to him.

He looked down and saw that it was their pet dog, Meade, who had slipped out from behind the freezer, barked at him, and wagged his tail at the bones on the dryer.

Aaron sighed, squatted down, touched the back of the running dog, raised his chin and pointed at the bones.

"Bad boy, you can't eat these."

He didn't like digging through the same parts of bones in a short period of time. One mistake was enough.

The erring pet dog whimpered and lowered its head.

After Aaron taught it, he was in a good mood and even started humming. He rubbed it, transferred the sandpaper to one hand, and with the other hand opened the briefcase and took out the laptop inside.

He has good use of both hands.

While his right hand continued to rub the bones with sandpaper, his left hand had already turned on the phone, opened a mysterious web page, and skillfully typed in a string of account passwords to log in.

【You did very well. 】

[This time the money has been transferred. 】

The latest contact box contained a message from someone fifteen minutes ago. Aaron switched the interface and clicked on the mysterious account. Sure enough, there was a large amount of money in it.

He was in a better mood.

This is his second job. Five years ago, he started looking for employers on the dark web to take on some "cleaning" work.

The dark web is highly confidential, can be anonymous, is difficult to trace, and does not require a direct meeting with the employer. Now, for some reason, he doesn't dare to step into the underworld openly, so he can only take orders quietly through the dark web.

He was responsible for the recent serial murders of the FBI, and his wife had no idea about this.

Looking at those numbers, Aaron remembered the necklace and ring that Philo mentioned not long ago.

Now he can buy all the jewelry stores she likes, he can also buy a bigger house, and even a helicopter and a yacht...

Aaron kept thinking, but soon, he seemed to remember something terrible, a chill ran down his back, and he calmed down instantly.

He asked from above: [Who else do you want to kill? 】

In fact, this employer is the strangest person he has encountered in the past five years.

For example, the method of death must be as given, but you are allowed to play a part; for example, the entire process must be videotaped, but only body wounds are allowed to be photographed, not the face; and for example, clues must be left at the place where the body was dumped, and words must be carved on the person's body. , deliberately provoking the official.

This kind of request is very strict and strange, and it will get you angry if you are not careful, but considering that the person who is killing is the FBI - Aaron is very disgusted with this group of people due to his past experience - and the employer gives too much. , he still accepted it.

If customers are God, money is the whip in their hands. Who can have trouble with a whip?

Aaron waited for a while, but the other party didn't reply. It may be offline, but the wolf-shaped avatar is always gray. (End of chapter)