"Boom!"

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground immediately alerted Morris and Ms. Guzawa, who were busy disposing of the hostages!

"What sound?"

"Maurice, be careful, maybe that murderer has come in!"

The two of them threw down their work in horror, and at the same time quarreled with the self-defense tools at hand with vigilance.

It had been a long time since the mysterious archer had been seen since he shot Butler Shibata in the banquet hall. But even so, Mr. Morris and Ms. Guzawa were always on the lookout for this dangerous fellow.

Maurice, see if you can put that thing on!

Lady Furuzawa scanned the room, and soon he spotted the Japanese-style carcass in front of the staircase in the hall on the first floor, and the katana that Mr. Morris was now holding in front of it.

"What...... You're making me wear this pile of rags!"

"What rags, this is the armor of a samurai, and you don't have to worry about the attack of a bow and arrow when you wear it. As long as the opponent is not using a powerful compound bow. Now leave those useless things alone, put this thing on for me, and then let's get out of this place together!"

Lady Guzawa ordered Mr. Morris impatiently, and then, ignoring Thirty-Seven Twenty-One, dragged him to the armor, and began to assist him in putting on this ridiculous but useful thing.

Because he is a Westerner, it is a bit difficult for the tall Mr. Morris to put on this armor, but the clever lady Guzawa is not so rigid, he just fastens most of this armor with ropes to key places such as Mr. Morris's chest, back and abdomen.

"Are we going to a masquerade?"

"No, it will save you from getting killed. Not to mention that it's useless to write, I remember that there was a similar carcass upstairs. You go up with me, help me put that armor on, and then we'll run down the nearby path down the hill in one go. ”

As she spoke, Ms. Guzawa took Mr. Morris and ran to the second floor. When Ms. Furuzawa had just turned around, she suddenly found that the door to a room in the hallway was actually open?

"What's going on?"

Madam Gurzawa was shocked, and hurriedly patted Mr. Morris on the shoulder, reminding him that something was wrong. Mr. Morris nodded to Ms. Furuzawa, then shifted in front of Ms. Furuzawa, then raised his katana and walked towards the house step by step.

When the two of them came to the house, an open window immediately caught their attention. Feeling that something bad was happening, Ms. Furusawa hurriedly came back to her senses and walked towards the room where Lin Xiuyi and Genzhizhu had fallen. As soon as they pushed the door open, they found the last thing they wanted to see.

"Those two cops ran away, they saw through our plan, they didn't drink the black tea I gave them!"

Ms. Guzawa said to Mr. Morris in a panic.

"Damn, damn it! we can't go now, no, we have to kill them!"

Morris raised his katana and slashed at the furniture in the room, and with a single slash, the originally sturdy bedpost was cut in two.

"Calm down Morris, it's broken, go down and see our hostages!"

After Ms. Guzawa's reminder, Mr. Morris immediately calmed down, and the two hurriedly ran downstairs, and as soon as they got downstairs, they saw something that made them even more unacceptable

The ruined "Love Letter" turned out to be only a frame.

"Bastard, get out of here!"

Maurice waved the steel knife in his hand and shouted loudly.

Seeing that the painting that the two had been searching for for so many years had been stolen under their noses, Mr. Morris almost had the heart to split himself in half with a knife.

"Leave the painting alone, go and see the hostage Morris!"

Ms. Furusawa reminded repeatedly, his words not only reminded Morris, but also reminded Lin Shuichi, who was trying to wake up Mr. Asai at this time.

Lin Xiuyi suddenly stopped what he was doing, and hurriedly walked towards the window, he walked to the window, and jumped out again in the direction he had just entered.

"I saw him, it's the policeman!"

"Don't let him run away, darling!"

Lin Xiuyi's speed was not good, and when his body just crossed out of the window, Mr. Morris chased after him, and the lucky Lin Xiu lowered his head consciously, only to feel a cold wind passing over his head.

With this knife, Mr. Morris exerted all his strength. It's a pity that he was only close to slashing Lin Xiuyi's head. But it was such a little distance that made Death and Lin Xiu pass by.

The impulsive Mr. Morris no longer cares about the danger at this time, and he subconsciously thinks that the painting is on Lin Xiuyi's body. So, he also propped up his body and wanted to jump out of the window to chase Lin Xiuyi, but at this moment, a cold arrow from nowhere suddenly shot at Morris's chest.

"Huh!"

"Huh!"

Two cold arrows slammed into the armor on Morris's chest one after the other. Then it fell to the ground. Lin Xiu heard something strange behind him, so he subconsciously turned around, but saw the originally murderous Morris suddenly stopped his steps.

"Huh!"

"Huh!"

Two more bows and arrows came straight for Maurice, and Maurice did not dare to be careless any longer, he hurriedly covered his vital point with his arm, and then jumped back into the house. Lin Xiuyi, who heard the sound behind him, was naturally frightened. He ran to the end of the wall, then turned and opened a wooden door, and returned to the interior of the house.

After entering the house, Lin Xiuyi tried hard to suppress his breathing, he ordered himself to calm down, and then, with the help of the weak light on the mobile phone, he began to observe the surrounding situation.

"Here...... It's the kitchen!"

Lin Xiuyi put the paper cutter back in his pocket, and then he gently opened a small iron door in the kitchen and carefully curled his body inside.

"It's ...... It turned out to be a food elevator leading upstairs!"

Just as Lin Xiuyi tightened the cabinet door, he suddenly found that he had actually found another passage to the second floor. Delighted, he hurriedly pressed the ascending button, and with a slight shaking, the elevator began to slowly rise.

Lin Xiuyi squeezed his hands a little nervously, and then he tried to observe the signal on his mobile phone, and seeing that the mobile phone was still displayed as unable to connect, Lin Xiuyi couldn't help but urge in his heart.

"Yuan Zhizhu, this guy, you're faster!"