These killers don't know that Gu Amei has a ghost bodyguard by her side, if there is really a killer or mercenary who chooses to kidnap Gu Amei.

Then Durin could only say one word silently, ask for more blessings.

Du Lin said that he would stay in the R&D center on the ground floor of Wang's Pharmaceutical Office Building.

But in reality, he did not leave his clinic for several days after that.

The hemolysis clinic had been closed for the rest of the year, and Durin was in his large study and bedroom on the third floor, observing the situation outside through several screens.

Across the street from the entrance of the clinic, there has suddenly been an old man selling roasted sweet potatoes these days.

On the top floor of a residential building diagonally opposite the clinic, the curtains were drawn all day, and if you looked closely, you could see that the lens of a telescope was poking out of the gap in the curtains.

A van with a local license plate is always hanging in front of the hemolysis clinic these days.

These big and small changes were all seen by Durin.

Although the old man who sold roasted sweet potatoes was full of dust and smoke, his hands were not very rough, but there was a thick layer of calluses on the tiger's mouth in his right hand, and he looked like a master with a knife.

The group that monitored Du Lin with binoculars should not be Huaxia people, because Du Lin noticed that the clerk of a nearby pizza shop would deliver food to that building every day, and it was impossible for Huaxia people to eat pizza every day.

And the van's camouflage is even more clumsy, with "XX moving" written on the compartment, who is the fool? How can it be so coincidental that there are people moving around here every day? And looking for the same moving company?

Although there are all kinds of fairy ghosts guarding the door of the hemolysis clinic all day long, staring at Du Lin's every move, there are not many who really dare to do it.

Some of them tried to poison Doolin's food, only to find out that Dorin's food never ordered takeout.

Some of them tried to shoot Durin from a distance with a sniper rifle, but the curtain on the third floor of the hemolysis clinic was never opened.

These killers are thinking about the question of why this target has not moved at all for several days.

Doesn't he go out? Doesn't he need to eat and drink Lazar?

If it weren't for the fact that the lights on the third floor would come on at the right time every day when it was dark and turn off at dawn, they really wondered if Dohrin wasn't in this clinic at all.

Finally, someone couldn't hold their breath anymore.

The old man selling roasted sweet potatoes knocked gently on the roller shutter door of the clinic one evening.

At the same time, the group of foreigners who were observing the hemolysis clinic with a telescope on the opposite floor quickly cheered up and looked nervously at the slowly rising roller shutter door.

I saw that the old man said something to the door, and then he bent down and entered the hemolysis clinic.

Then the roller shutter door slowly fell again.

Ten minutes later, Durin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took a glass of pure water from the water dispenser, and rinsed his mouth.

He scolded secretly: "Is the knife still stained with poison? If I hadn't been poisoned, I wouldn't have been killed by you after drinking a few mouthfuls of your blood?"

After saying that, he kicked the corpse of the old man lying in a pool of blood with hatred.

The old man selling sweet potatoes had round eyes, but there was no life in his pupils.

The old man had a blue-glowing dagger stuck in the side of his neck, which looked like it was poisonous.

Blood gushed out like a gushing fountain down the blood tank.

On the handle of the dagger, a scorpion with its tail pin raised high is engraved. And the old man's arm is also tattooed with the same pattern.

Durin made his way to a corner of the lab, flipped a switch on the wall, and one of the lab's cabinets slowly shifted to one side, revealing a staircase that stretched underground.

Durin dragged the old man's body with one hand and walked towards the basement.

This basement was dug out by Duhrin by himself, shovel by shovel, and it was the most secret place except for the third floor.

There isn't much to see here, but the most conspicuous thing is an incinerator in the middle.

Durin threw the old man's body into the incinerator, plugged it in, and poured half a barrel of gasoline into the fuel tank.

With the roar of the machine, the atomized gasoline and pure oxygen were injected into the crematorium together, and the ignition device was activated.

The smoke from the intense burning was sucked up by a high-powered blower, and the old man's body turned into a pile of gray-white ashes in ten minutes.

The foreigners on the opposite floor were still waiting to see when the old man would come out.

But to their strange thing, hours had passed, and the old man had not been heard from, and no one was alive or dead.

In the second half of the night, the moving company's van stopped in front of the old man's sweet potato stove. The stove for roasting sweet potatoes was carried into the carriage along with the cart, and he drove away with one foot on the accelerator and never appeared again.

That night, the power went out suddenly in the apartment where Gu Amei was renting.

She looked at the meter box, but it didn't trip, and leaned on the window to look at the neighbor's house.

When he found that the neighbor's house was still on, he put on a coat and opened the door to take a look at the distribution box in the corridor.

Unexpectedly, just after going out a few steps, a big hand with leather gloves stretched out from behind him and covered Gu Amei's mouth.

A grim voice came from the back of his head.

"Don't move, stab you to death again, follow me!"

After speaking, he shook a sharp knife in front of Gu Amei, and then put it on Gu Amei's neck.

Gu Amei nodded hurriedly, but in her heart, she was silently summoning his natal weapon ghost Shi Yunwen.

I saw a trace of black gas bubbling out from the Baihui acupoint above Gu Amei's head, and soon Shi Yunwen's spirit appeared beside Gu Amei.

Of course, all this, the killer who kidnapped Gu Amei is invisible.

As soon as Shi Yunwen came out, he saw Gu Amei being kidnapped by a man dressed in black.

There was no need to wait for Gu Amei's command, she reached out and pinched the hand of the man in black who held the knife. Breaking hard, only to hear a click, the man in black let out a miserable scream, the sharp knife in his hand fell to the ground, and the other hand held the severed hand, and the cold sweat of pain flowed.

"You little slut, you have a lot of strength."

The man thought that Gu Amei had broken his hand, and he couldn't take care of it in a hurry, so he took out a pistol from his waist with that intact hand and aimed it at Gu Amei.

Shi Yunwen sneered, stretched out his palm and slapped the man in black on the nose, and the man in black burst into tears and had a nosebleed.

He didn't see clearly how his hand was broken just now, so he thought it was Gu Amei's hand.

But this time, Goa Mei was at least two meters away from him, and there was no one around him, but he was hit like this on his nose.

borrowed 10,000 brains from him, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

I could only raise my gun in a panic and aim around.

"Who? Who's sneaking up on Lao Tzu?

Of course, Shi Yunwen wouldn't talk nonsense with him, so he walked around behind the man in black and slapped him the back of the head.