Not long after Gu An finished speaking, a violent scream broke out from the scene.

Because, they suddenly discovered that the dance instructor and her personal assistant who participated in this show suddenly died!

The dance instructor was still standing there before, and in the first time after the incident, he even raised his voice to organize everyone to calm down and discuss the countermeasures for leaving together.

But now, blood was left from the corner of her mouth, and a fatal wound appeared on her fair and slender neck.

A shallow layer, but she quickly lost her life in a short period of time.

She fell there quietly, with strands of pink hair scattered around her, and bright red rose petals scattered around her. The whole picture was as beautiful as she was shooting an MV for a song.

Beside her lay her personal assistant, and the two kept the same movements, quiet and beautiful.

But in fact, at this time, their breathing has stopped.

"How on earth did they die? There are ghosts! There are ghosts!"

The piercing screams almost broke through the ceiling, pushing the fear of the scene to a climax again.

For a time, everyone was in danger, and even for their closest companions, everyone had a hint of vigilance.

Before that, they never imagined that someone would silently die in front of them while everyone was still immersed in the new lyrics.

Whether it was the throat cut by the knife, or the rose petals scattered next to the corpse, it made people feel a creepy feeling from the bottom of their hearts.

Just now, the dance instructor was surrounded by only her own work team, but even under this circumstance, she was killed by a ghost!

What exactly is going on?

When did the opponent move his hand?

Huo Tingxiao stepped forward to check the bodies of the two and confirmed the cause of death: "The wound on her neck was injured by someone using a sickle."

The sickle is the weapon of Thanatos, the **** of death.

As the last verse of that lyric sings, Thanatos with a scythe will lead you to hell.

The members of the working team closest to the two deceased were panicking and hurried, and defended at a loss:

"Scythe? How is this possible? Mr. Huo, look at all of us standing here, how can we possibly fit a sickle on our bodies?"

The size of the sickle is very large, and there is no way to hide it on a person.

Of course, this is just normal logic.

But apart from the normal thinking, there is another way to do this easily.

Gu An pointed it out: "What if it is a new folding sickle?"

The smallest sickle can even be the size of a fingernail clipper if it is crafted properly enough.

Looking at a spy organization as big as the CIA in the United States, there are so many capable people under it, it is certainly not difficult to make such a sickle.

After the words fell, Huo Tingxiao immediately raised his hand and motioned for his subordinates to search forward.

Sure enough, a tool the size of a nail clipper was found on one of the girls in the group.

Gu An took it into his hand, studied it a little, and soon found a way to unfold it into the shape of a sickle.

Seeing this, there was an uproar at the scene.

At this moment, everyone's eyes are focused on the same person.

In the work team, someone raised his finger to the person and asked sternly:

"Meng Yiran, it's actually you? Sister Liu treats you so well, how can you do it? Honestly, did you kill all those who died before...?"