"You walking dead killers, born criminals, have a lot of philosophies in life, the road to riches, the rich rival country, the rules of survival, business conspiracy, let's play first. ”

The fat girl arranged it, and Satan sat quietly on the sofa, like a Zen master, exuding some kind of unique mystery, but what he was thinking about was something else.

At this time, Fang Tianyu was the same as that day.

He had suspected that this time, similar to the last time, was a trap set by the Dark Skull criminal syndicate.

It's just that the plot is completely different.

This time, he hated it even more: since he reformed the deaf and mute Qi Lin, the police certificate was lost and recovered, and from then on, he instantly relaxed his vigilance.

He is also a normal person, physically and mentally exhausted to the extreme, not to mention ambitious, now he wants to find a safe and warm place to stay, as long as there is no danger, even if it is a kennel.

The storm was flying in front of me, the weather was gloomy, and the fog was vast.

Occasionally, a few cars and some pedestrians passed, he hesitated a few times, wanting to wave, but before he could make a decision, his hand had been put down heavily, and a voice floated in his heart,

"Trap, trap, trap for sure......"

Someone on the right is coming.

Vaguely, the man was wearing a jacket and holding a black umbrella, and he looked in a hurry.

Umbrellas and people were blown along.

About a dozen meters away, if it weren't for this bad ghost weather, he would definitely be able to see it clearly, but now he can only see the general appearance.

Suddenly, he said in a speechless voice,

"Da Chengzi, Cheng Fei. ”

That's right. The man was tall, slightly thin, about 1.8 meters tall, and he walked with great strides and walked very fast.

This is not the dead Cheng Fei, who else can there be.

After shouting, the other party didn't listen, and he immediately shut up.

His eyes widened and rounded, his eyeballs bulged, and his face almost froze.

It's a pity that the man walked to the mouth of an alley in front of him, as if he had walked a little, and slowly turned east, and was already behind the street kiosk.

"Impossible, Da Chengzi is dead, sacrificed ......" he slapped his thigh, screaming to remind himself that this was an illusion.

This trick still works.

He was much more conscious, and looked intently towards the pavilion, but nothing came to him.

"Da Chengzi" walked over from the merchant pavilion and came out over there, a few seconds were enough, but there was no figure.

"Hell it, definitely hell it's going to go. ”

He muttered to himself in exasperation, clutching his knees.

Time passed little by little, and fever, headache, and fear hit him hard,

Let him be more and more fragile in his psychological defenses.

"Dark Skeleton, this is going to torture me alive,

It's not enough to kill my brother, I want to continue to torture Lao Huang lying on the bed,

Cut off all my retreats......"

After a while, he gritted his teeth and thought angrily.

It's not that he didn't think that he could call the police and call Director Li Meng to come over for support, but isn't this the case with the Internet café tragedy, the reinforcements are right in front of him, and the near water can't quench the thirst at all.

Also, he thought about it, and based on his relationship with Director Li Meng, he could see that these front-line law enforcement officers rarely had contact with high-tech cases.

Even if they do, they may not be able to handle it.

For example, an ordinary doctor encounters a rare serious illness and treats it as a cold.

He also thought about rushing out of here desperately, but now his body seemed to be drained, and it was difficult to stand up, and he didn't even have the strength to draw a gun just now.

"Sleep, it's all fish on someone else's board anyway, let him go." ”

He curled up there, his head in his hands, tightly clinging together.

Slowly, the wind and rain became much less, and the roaring movement of the typhoon in the sky weakened.

Passing by the previous trolley, pedestrians and pedestrians were riding and walking, all hurrying in the storm, and even if they were curious, they only looked at him strangely.

It's no wonder that Fang Tianyu was originally wearing civilian clothes, and he was already dirty and no different from a beggar.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, I saw that there were more and more people in front of me, and there were many cars.

"Come home, come home, it's time. ”

Between the two arms, his squinting eyes were revealed.

No one would have noticed that his gun was already in his hand.

The bullet had already been loaded.

As long as there is trouble, he will definitely fire a warning shot, or even directly injure the suspect.

Being forced to do this by the other party, he can't do anything.

I saw another dilapidated tricycle appear in front of me, this time with a cab.

"Open the door. Without warning, he jerked to his feet and rushed towards the car.

When he arrived, he slammed the car door, and the person shrank back into the seat.

The driver was an old man in his fifties.

The beard was unshaven, and when he saw his appearance, he was about to shout in panic, but when he saw Fang Tianyu leaning on the back like death, his mouth was drooling, and he said with difficulty,

"Tell someone to beat it, it's no good, police community, my family ......"

Miwa stopped abruptly on the side of the road.

The old driver took out the phone and prepared to dial 110, but it was all broadcast to double digits, and he gave up again.

He saw it clearly, Fang Tianyu's hair and clothes were stuck to his body, like an embarrassed dead dog.

"In, that, stop......" He stopped, as if he couldn't bear to report this guy directly, said hesitantly, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes a few times.

As a result, this scarred guy didn't react at all.

Of course, he didn't have a dagger, axe, machete or anything like that.

Seeing that he didn't react, looking a little upright, the old driver tried to touch his forehead, feeling hot and hot, and said to himself,

"I'm sick, I'm feverish. ”

While talking, he saw that something fell on Fang Tianyu's body, it was black and heavy, and it fell on the car with a pop.

"Gun, gun, gun......" The old man glanced at it and saw the holster and the gun.

Fortunately, there was a warning badge on it, and even so, it took him half a day to close his mouth wide open, and he muttered,

"Really, it scared me to death, I've seen this thing on TV, and I can't put it in my car. ”

He identified the next direction and drove towards the police yard community.

Although the car was not driving fast, the old man was like pulling a cart of explosives, avoiding the traffic police, avoiding the crowd, and turning around in the alley, for fear that this person and the gun would bring bad luck to him.

When he arrived at the gate of the community, he found that Fang Tianyu was still asleep, but he had moved a few times.

He gently pulled Fang Tianyu, picked up a broken fat man with spirits, unscrewed the lid, and coaxed,

"Lad, take a few sips and go chill. ”

Fang Tianyu got up in a daze, rubbed his eyes and saw his face clearly, smiled effortlessly, took the bottle and drank it with a clatter.

"Boy, there's just no food. The old man joked.

"Uncle, suffering is the best dish, let's cheer up after drinking. Fang Tianyu glanced at him and said.