Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

Chapter 874 Missing

"Dean Greg, someone is looking for you." A doctor stopped Greg in the corridor.

Since Greg's assassination, the hospital has stepped up security. Anyone who wants to see Greg will be searched, and even some serious security guards patrol the corridors.

"That person is waiting for you in the office."

"it is good."

Greg responded and returned to his office.

And the person waiting for him in the office was actually the talented painter.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Greg. I should have come to see you earlier. But my parents were afraid that I would be in danger and didn't let me come. I sneaked out today." The painter scratched his head and said.

Because the painter didn't have a cell phone, Parker couldn't contact him. The painter didn't know that Greg had been replaced. He still regarded the current Greg as his good friend.

The painter had only seen the incident involving Greg on TV.

Greg smiled. Although the painter's behavior was nothing to others, Greg knew how rare it was for him to be able to do this.

The painter's parents are the kind of perverts with a strong desire for control. They want to tie their children to their side for life.

Allowing the painter to sign up for a club should also be a test for the painter's parents, to test whether their children can survive independently without them.

They thought their children would be weak and helpless without them.

But they didn't expect that their child would become cheerful after joining the club. He even showed signs of being separated from them. This made the two parents very anxious, and they forbade their son to travel.

It's just that today's painters have been deeply attracted to the outside world after seeing it. They are eager to meet new friends and see new scenery.

"Are you hungry? I'll cook you some noodles. And some turkey noodles." Greg said.

"Ah? How do you know I'm hungry?" The painter was a little puzzled.

"And what is turkey noodles? Is it noodles cooked with turkey?"

"It's a very delicious food, you'll know when you eat it." Greg smiled wickedly.

Soon, he cooked a bowl of fragrant noodles in his office. After adding the bright red sauce, Greg mixed it evenly and served it to the painter.

The painter looked at the food in front of him with a confused expression, but out of trust, he still ate the turkey noodles.

"Ah! So spicy! How can it be so spicy! But it tastes so good..." The painter cried while eating.

"My parents don't allow me to eat such heavy food... they would probably be unhappy if they knew."

"I'll take you out to play later," Greg said.

"Play? Do you want to draw?"

"Either drawing or playing. There's a good Internet cafe nearby, let's go there and play." Greg said.

"...Oh~"

After the painter finished his meal, Greg took him to a nearby Internet cafe to play.

Greg took out his wallet and went down to a private room on the second floor, then turned on two machines.

The games in this world were still in their very rudimentary stage. The painter looked at the colorful icons on the computer screen and didn't know which one to click.

Greg casually opened an online game. The crude graphics hurt his eyes, but the painter found it very interesting.

"How to play this?"

"Just follow me."

After the two created their accounts, they started messing around.

"I should be able to join the guild once I reach level 10. I'm almost there..."

"Okay, click this button and wait for them to review and approve it..."

"If you pass, you can communicate through text messages on the big screen."

"Here is a guild mission..."

Greg teaches the painter how to play the game step by step.

Although this game is boring, it is a game with strong social attributes. The painter has now started chatting with people in the guild.

Because the painter seemed very innocent, people on the other side thought he was a child and often teased him.

But the painter did not feel offended, instead he found it very interesting.

"These people are so interesting!" laughed the painter.

"Well, you play here first. I have a patient appointment." Greg said, looking at his watch.

"Okay." The painter nodded.

Greg handed him 200 yuan in cash and left.

Greg returned to the hospital again and two more people were waiting for him in his office.

The people who came this time were from the cult, and they brought Greg's promotion order.

"In order to compensate you, the church has promoted you. Now you are the youngest cardinal in the history of the church. You can even participate in the election of the Pope next year. Congratulations~"

The two messengers said with a smile on their faces.

But Greg's reaction was very calm. "How is the old dean?"

Talking about this, the two messengers' expressions froze.

"The old dean was sentenced to one year in prison."

"Oh~ So I was promoted because the big shot in the church didn't want me to continue pursuing him?" Greg asked.

"Greck, you were wrong first in this matter..."

"No need to say more, I understand what they mean. You two don't have to worry, I won't care about this matter anymore." Greg said.

"Haha~ That's good!" The two messengers laughed dryly.

"Also, Greg, as a cardinal, you need to complete your mission in the church,"

"What mission?"

"Earlier, the cult was planning to let you recruit more believers, but later, according to the cult's unanimous decision, they asked you to return to the headquarters as soon as possible. After all, your ability to come back to life this time made the bigwigs in the cult very curious." There was something slightly wrong in the eyes of the two messengers.

"I see. When do I leave?"

"The sooner the better. It would be best if we could reach the capital within three days."

"Yeah." Greg nodded.

The two messengers smiled, made a prayer gesture, and then turned and left the office.

They like people as obedient as Greg the most.

After the two messengers left, Greg lit a cigarette with a lighter and started smoking.

He looked at his watch and realized that the person he had an appointment with should be arriving soon.

Sure enough, not long after, there was another knock on his office door.

"Please come in~"

Greg stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray.

Then a haggard-looking man walked in.

This person is the illegitimate son of the old dean, who had previously participated in the assassination of Greg.

"Please sit down." Greg said with a smile.

"..." The dean's son sat down. He looked at Greg with a complicated look.

"It seems that you have really recovered... After talking to you, I... will turn myself in."

"No, just do me a favor." Greg stood up and made him a cup of coffee.

Looking at the coffee in front of him, the dean's son's eyes moved.

"What do you want from me?"

"Do what you are better at. The two emissaries from the cult are staying in the hotel next door. I want you to kill them."

“What…what!!” the dean’s son’s eyes widened instantly.

"Is there a problem? You can kill me but not them? Is there any difference between my life and theirs?" Greg asked doubtfully.

"Or are you worried that you can't kill them? Don't worry about that. Just take this and throw it into their room." Greg took out a strange spherical device with his right hand.

His right hand had skin transplanted due to burns and had no fingerprints, making it the perfect criminal hand.

"What is this?" the dean's son asked in surprise.

"An anesthetic drug that, in sufficient doses, will relax muscles. You are a medical student, so you should know its effects."

Upon hearing this, the dean's son clenched his hands tightly.

"I don't want to! I don't want to be stained with blood anymore!"

"Please don't joke. No matter you are a doctor or a killer, your hands should be stained with blood. Just do it, just think of it as giving the patient anesthesia."

Greg thrust the device into the hands of the dean's son.

The dean's son's pupils dilated slightly and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

The dean's son left in a daze. He did not go to assassinate the two messengers. He just returned to his rental house and activated the device.

A colorless and odorless gas escaped, and after he inhaled it, he suddenly felt difficulty breathing. His body fell limply on the bed.

He tried to breathe, but he had no strength. His tongue was stuck in his throat because of the gravity. He wanted to move his tongue, but he couldn't even do that.

He died silently...

But even if he committed suicide, he could not avoid the fate of being framed.

When the police found his body, two messengers who were staying near the hospital also died from the same device. The surveillance camera clearly captured the scene of him committing the crime.

"Mr. Greg, these three deceased people all passed through your office before they were alive."

"What is your relationship with them?" a policeman asked.

"These two poor people who died in the hotel were my colleagues who invited me to attend an academic seminar in the capital."

"As for this gentleman... he came to confess to me. Because it was he who led the assassination attempt on me."

"He said the assassination attempts against me would not stop. He was going to kill me this time. But he couldn't stand the torment in his heart. He started to confess to me."

"I chose to forgive him. He promised me that he would turn himself in. But I didn't expect that he would kill again..."

Greg gave a sad look.

"You mean he's a killer?"

"No, before that, he was actually one of my colleagues, he was a physician."

"So you're a doctor. No wonder you can get so much anesthetic!"

"Then do you know the relationship between this killer and the other two victims? Do they know each other? Are there any conflicts of interest?"

"I don't know about that." Greg shook his head.

"Well... in that case, our questioning is over. But Mr. Greg, why do so many people want to assassinate you?"

"Maybe my hospital has affected the interests of some people? But I think the doctors are really working too hard. I just want to help them get the rights they deserve." Greg said seriously.

The police officer questioning him showed a look of admiration.

"People like you deserve respect, but you should not go out casually recently."

"What about my academic exchange meeting? I have to rush to the capital within three days..."

"Cancel it! The police will send someone to protect you in the near future!"

"Well...thank you~" Greg smiled.

After the police left, Greg went to the Internet cafe, where the painter was still addicted to the game.

Greg ordered some food for the other party and left again.