"Agent Locke, people in this world lose their lives every day for a variety of reasons. It's like a set of program codes. If someone is lucky enough to survive, then the person who destroyed the program will encounter another round of pursuit."

"Everyone who boarded that flight was on the death list of the Grim Reaper."

"That is to say, all of us passengers who were supposed to die in the plane crash will encounter assassination traps that seem to be coincidences but are actually carefully arranged by the God of Death..."

Cheng Long used the simplest and most straightforward words to explain the two accidents that happened to him and Claire. The two detectives understood it as soon as they heard it, but they just couldn't believe it.

"This is ridiculous, how could there be a god of death in the world?" Agent Locke's partner subconsciously questioned.

Hearing this, Claire sneered, "Then the surveillance footage you saw was all fake? Long helped me escape the pursuit of the Grim Reaper several times this afternoon, and even teleported from Chinatown to my home. How do you explain that?"

"..."

The two agents looked at each other. If it could be explained clearly, there would be no need for them to come and ask.

"Listen, this world is not as simple as you think. The Grim Reaper who made the death list is not a kind person. Accidents may happen to Alex, Todd, Carter and others at any time."

"Instead of asking me about this, you should hurry up and arrange for someone to protect the lives of the other six survivors."

Cheng Long had no interest in being a babysitter, so he could only leave the safety of Alex, Todd and others to the authorities.

Saving someone who is on the death list may not necessarily bring any merit.

This world is crazy. Even if you survive a disaster by chance, you will be hunted down by the god of death. We are just ordinary people. Is it necessary to pursue us relentlessly?
It’s totally unreasonable!
Perhaps it is because the Eastern Heaven and the Western Paradise no longer exist that the narrow-minded God of Death made a list of death and hunted down the lucky ones one by one.

I don’t know what the situation is like in China. If the Lord of the Underworld is the same, then he will have to consider changing to a kinder King Yama.

Anyway, I have already done it once in the world of Kung Fu King, so I am familiar with it.

"Agent Locke, Long is not joking. You'd better arrange the people, especially Todd, he..." Claire hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not express her hunch.

She is not Cheng Long, who has extraordinary abilities and can do whatever he wants. It is better to keep some things secret.

After all, she was just an eighteen-year-old high school girl who hadn't started college yet.

"It has been three days since the plane crash. Today is the fourth day. Except for you who were in a car accident, everyone else is safe..." Agent Locke's words were full of doubt, and he stared at Cheng Long and Claire.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you!"

Cheng Long picked up the coffee and acted as if he was seeing off a guest, but Locke and the other man did not know the oriental euphemism of serving tea to see off a guest.

According to the plot of the movie, Todd will die in his bathtub tonight. The means used by the god of death are extremely despicable. He actually poured lubricant on the floor, so that Todd had nowhere to gain leverage when he fell, and was strangled to death by the clothesline.

In fact, he thought this plot was full of loopholes. As an adult, Todd could use his hands to grab the clothesline behind him even if he had no leverage with his feet. Even if he didn't have enough strength to pull it off, he could still lift his body up to make room, so that he could twist his head and loosen the clothesline wrapped around his neck.

It's just a few turns, there's no possibility that it can't be solved.

At the very least, he could shout for help. Todd's parents were at home! If they heard the shouts, they would definitely rush in to save people.

But these are secondary. The main thing is that after the Grim Reaper killed a person, he even let the lubricant flow back into the sewer gap under the toilet like a guilty thief, just like a criminal cleaning up the traces of crime after succeeding.

"Mr. Long, we will discuss whether to arrange personnel to protect other survivors of the plane crash later. Please do not change the subject. I need to understand your abilities and...your purpose."

Agent Locke still used the tone of interrogation, which showed that he either regarded Cheng Long as a criminal or he was full of white arrogance.

"My purpose?" Cheng Long asked puzzledly.

"Yes, the reason you came to Citibank is very likely that you, a special person with supernatural powers, came from the official Dongda University. We even have every reason to suspect that Flight 180 three days ago and the car accident in Chinatown this afternoon were man-made disasters by you!"

As soon as Agent Locke's partner spoke, Cheng Long's eyes suddenly became sharp.

The next moment, the body of this rude federal agent floated upwards uncontrollably, his eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his breathing was extremely irregular.

"Fake!"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Just as Locke was about to draw his gun, his partner, who had just jumped into the air, suddenly fell from one meter above the ground and lay on the ground, coughing repeatedly.

Just for a moment, he felt like he was going to die. He was completely unable to breathe. It was as if he was thrown into the bottom of the deep sea, and every inch of his skin was being squeezed by the horrible gravity.

It felt like my body would be crushed in the next second!
"Agent Locke, I don't need to risk my life to kill someone. This is just a small warning. I won't do it again." Cheng Long's cold eyes made Agent Locke tremble in his heart. This man was too scary. He could control an adult's body with just a look and make the other person unable to breathe.

With this means, whether it is assassination or creating chaos, one can hide oneself very well, and there is really no need to put oneself in danger.

Claire didn't expect Cheng Long to suddenly lose his temper and almost kill an agent. However, considering the other party's identity as a wandering immortal and being suspected for no reason, it was understandable that he was angry, so she didn't say much.

No matter how a dragon treats others, just be gentle to yourself.

Dragon is a good guy!

She believed in her hunch!

after a while.

The relaxed agent looked at Cheng Long with eyes full of fear. There was no arrogance in his bones anymore. Only one emotion remained in his heart.

fear.

Fear like never before.

He really didn't want to go through what he just experienced a second time.

Locke glanced at his partner who had escaped death, and tried his best to remain calm. He asked, "You seem to know a lot about the God of Death. Can you tell us in detail?"

"In fact, I don't know much about the Grim Reaper. I only know that he is narrow-minded. Anyone who is on his death list must die. The Grim Reaper will kill people in order of death, one by one. During this process, if someone escapes by chance, then his name will automatically be moved to the back of the list."

Cheng Long originally wanted to tell the federal agents about the Grim Reaper's killing rules, so he naturally would not hide it. Whether Alex, Todd and others can survive depends on whether the police are willing to spend manpower and financial resources to protect them.

Claire in the movie can think of ways to protect herself. I don’t believe that the official organization with powerful power can’t protect a few survivors of the plane crash.

It depends on whether the authorities are willing to contribute.

"Long, do you mean that my name is now after Alex, Todd and the others?" Claire didn't know whether she should be happy or sad.

After experiencing two life-and-death crises within a few days, the God of Death was still unwilling to let him go. No wonder Long always said that the God of Death was narrow-minded. This guy is really stingy!
Cheng Long nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, before Alex and the others die, you can commit suicide and you will be safe. The god of death will protect you. He will only allow those on the list to die in his hands."

"This isn't some kind of god of death, he's clearly just a pervert!"

Claire now trusts Cheng Long unconditionally and will not question anything he says.

As for whether calling the Grim Reaper a pervert would offend the locals? He was already on the death list, so who would care about that? If the Grim Reaper dared to show up, Claire would slap him twice in the face, and if he didn't die, she would at least humiliate him severely.

"Mr. Long, are you the same type of person as the Grim Reaper?" Agent Locke suddenly asked.

"Of course not. I'm not as perverted as him, fiddling with the death list all day long." Cheng Long had actually guessed the intention of the Grim Reaper fiddling with the death list. Most likely, he was bored and wanted to do something.

If the God and Olympus gods in the Western mythology system were still around, the God of Death would definitely not be so bored. Now that he has no opponent for some unknown reason, it is easy for him to go crazy if he doesn't find some fun for himself.

It’s lonely at the top!

"Then can we understand that you have supernatural powers like the god of death? Even stronger than him!"

Agent Locke had obviously seen Cheng Long's disdainful attitude towards the god of death from his words and actions, and his fear of death inexplicably lessened a lot.

"I haven't met him, so it's hard to say."

Cheng Long smiled modestly.

In fact, when the Grim Reaper was doing his thing in the afternoon, he had already sensed the breath of the Grim Reaper, but this guy didn't have the courage to show up and only dared to hide in the dark and make his move.

The Grim Reaper is either used to playing dirty tricks or he finds himself not easy to mess with and dares not approach.

If it is the latter, then things will become very interesting. If it is the former, you may have to be careful and not to capsize in the ditch.

But he wasn't particularly worried.

After all, if you really encounter an enemy that you cannot defeat, you can return to the Hong Kong Variety Show world at any time and end this journey early.

Claire had no choice but to put her in a mental hospital to protect herself!

"..."

After a short silence, Agent Locke stood up and said, "Thank you for your answer, Mr. Long. Do you mind if I report your information to my superiors?"

"Just don't come and disturb me for no reason."

Cheng Long replied nonchalantly.

After Locke and the other man left.

Claire sat down next to the man and asked, "Long, if the FBI doesn't arrange police officers to protect Todd and his men, should we make some preparations?"

"How many people can live in your house?"

"In addition to the master bedroom on the second floor where we live, there are three guest rooms in total. If we squeeze in, quite a few people can stay there."

"Then notify them all and invite them to come live with us. Don't force them. If they don't want to, forget it."

Although Cheng Long didn't want to meddle in other people's business, he still felt a little reluctant when he thought that the people on the death list were all ordinary people. Whether they could survive or not depended on the choices made by Alex and the others.

"Okay, I'll call everyone right away."

Claire picked up the phone and called each number one by one.

As expected, no one was willing to move in.

Agent Locke's boss received the news but did not take any action, so the next morning, Cheng Long was still sleeping in bed with Claire's delicate body in his arms, when he was suddenly woken up by a phone call.

"Claire, Todd committed suicide last night!"

Alex's panicked voice came from the receiver.

Claire, who was in a daze, trembled when she heard this and said in astonishment: "Todd couldn't have committed suicide!"

"I don't believe it either, but the police said it was suicide. Todd's death was a coincidence."

"..."

Claire was silent for a moment, then said, "I told you last night that the god of death has not let us go. If you still want to live, you'd better move to my house. Brother Long will help you."

"This...Okay, I'll move."

Alex finally chose to give in. When Claire called them last night, she made it clear that Todd or one of them would have an accident that night.

Todd died, and the next victims were the remaining five.

About half an hour later.

Alex came to Claire's house carrying a package, and Agent Locke also came. Last night, Locke received the news of Todd's suicide, so he rushed to the scene directly with his partner and conducted the most thorough investigation.

The result was exactly the same as the police's, Todd died by coincidence...

"...According to the forensic examination, Todd must have accidentally scratched himself while shaving, causing bleeding. He was absent-minded when he turned on the water to take a shower, and accidentally slipped and fell. The cord of the shower curtain strangled his neck and he was strangled to death in the bathtub."

At this point, Locke changed the subject and continued, "Mr. Long, you told us yesterday that the Grim Reaper likes to kill people one by one. It may be based on the seating order. We have also checked it out."

"According to your guess, the order of the death list should be Todd, Terry, Teacher Liu Dun, Carter, Billy, Claire and Alex... But now Claire's death attack is before Todd's, why?"

Cheng Long glanced at Claire and smiled, "Maybe it was because of me that the car accident happened in Chinatown yesterday afternoon. The person that the Grim Reaper wanted to kill the most was actually me."

"Well, that's the only explanation."

Locke had been thinking about the order in which the Grim Reaper would kill last night. Claire had Cheng Long to take care of her, so there was no need to worry. They only needed to protect the remaining survivors of the plane crash.

Well, Alex moved here to seek asylum, so there is one less person to protect.

They only need to protect Terry, Billy, Carter and female teacher Liu Dun, and stop the Grim Reaper from killing people as much as possible.

Once the police and the FBI get serious, their efficiency is very high. Less than half an hour after Locke left Claire's house, there were three to five more police officers around Carter and his three companions.

only……

Man proposes, God disposes. Even though there were three armed policemen around Terry who were carefully watching her surroundings, when she went out to buy daily necessities, Terry was still crushed to death under a fully loaded bus traveling at high speed.

When Locke in the FBI received the news, he felt his scalp tingling. Once the killing program set by the god of death was activated, there would be murderous intent everywhere in life.

Terry was just two steps faster than the others and entered the intersection first, but she was run over by the bus.

The relevant personnel used a shovel to roughly collect Terry's body... (End of this chapter)