Passers-by Ding and Xun Menglong slept in the back, especially passers-by, who seemed to be very unaccustomed to the daytime, only at night would they be radiant, and when it came to the day, they would languish, like a snake that had been pinched by someone for seven inches.

Last night, Xun Menglong slept in a room with passers-by, and was pulled by him to ask questions, and the toss was not light, so now he is also making up for sleep.

Zhang Mingming heard the cocoon's stupid laughter, only saw the back of his head, and he didn't know what this guy was crazy about, pulled down the brim of his hat, and closed his eyes.

There was no trace of sleepiness in the cocoon, and he still put his body in a very comfortable position and pretended to sleep, and various contents in the magic analysis appeared in his mind. From time to time, he went to "look" at the second script, but he still couldn't read the second script, but the cover had been lifted very high, revealing the "...... Illusory Solution".

For the second script, he didn't seem to be in a hurry to read it, for a period of time, he had been immersed in those combinations, and almost all of his time was spent on these combinations, except for the necessary internal force cultivation.

The three-three combination can already integrate two of them well, and as for the other combinations, Breaking the Cocoon didn't think about integrating too much. He discovered a very strange phenomenon, as long as he "looks" at the magic magic analysis every time, he can always experience new insights from it.

In the analysis of magic methods, we can very well understand the meaning of "learning from the old and learning the new".

When I arrived at the long-distance bus station in Changyuan City, it was almost twelve o'clock, and the drive of more than three hours made Zhang Mingming, who had slept for a while, radiant. Because he was going to play here for a few days, Zhang Mingming wanted to take a taxi to find a hotel first, but was stopped by a cocoon with a smile.

None of the four men had anything with them, each with a small backpack containing a few changes of clothes. Zhang Mingming didn't know what kind of arrangement he had for breaking the cocoon, and he didn't bother to ask when he saw him being mysterious, thinking that Guo Ganheng would arrange someone to come and pick up the four of them.

Passers-by Ding and Xun Menglong don't care at all, they don't care what they eat or where they live. Passerby Ding has spent a lot of time in the detention center or prison in Changyuan City, and he is also familiar with Changyuan City, since it seems that the cocoon has been arranged, he and Xun Menglong can only follow.

When the four young men walked out of the station, a lot of black car drivers came up and asked where they were going, if they wanted a car?

"Guo Genheng is coming to pick you up?" Zhang Mingming asked, and was about to light a cigarette, when he saw a young man wearing a red T-shirt and white cropped pants walking over quickly, walking directly to Broken Cocoon, and asked, "Are you Mr. Broken Cocoon?"

This man was very young, only eighteen or nineteen years old, with very short hair, and his expression was a little shy when he asked about breaking the cocoon.

"I am. Broken Cocoon nodded.

"Hello, my name is Peter Zhou, please go this way. Po Wu stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please, and with the broken cocoon, they walked towards the black business car on the other side.

Zhang Mingming saw the words "Yidong Psychological Crisis Intervention Club" printed on the body, glanced at the cocoon, and said, "Are you sure you are here to pick us up?

Breaking the cocoon ignored him, pulled the car door and got into the car first.

Xun Menglong put Zhang Mingming aside, pulled the car door by himself, and said with a smile: "Breaking the cocoon has already sold you, otherwise who will pay for eating, drinking and having fun these days?"

There were no Dabao and Lu Qiang in the car, but there was a person they all knew except for passers-by, the second Yang who had met in the Changfeng City Public Security Bureau.

Yang Lao Er's face still had no expression, he turned back from the passenger cab, his triangular eyes swept through the cocoon and glanced at the four people, and said coldly to the young man: "Drive." ”

Since the last time I saw Yang Lao Er, I knew that he was indifferent to anyone, and he didn't care, not to mention that he was still a friend of his son, so there was no need to care about his hot and cold.

It's just that he can't understand how Dabao could become friends with someone with such a cold temperament.

Passerby Ding stared at the back of half of Yang Laoer's head that appeared from his seat, and his eyes slowly became a little cold. He could feel that this triangular-eyed creature was very difficult to deal with, like a cold snake, curled up, and perhaps as long as he raised his head, he would bite his prey.

Lu Yaoding is familiar with this feeling. A few days ago he had been in the forest with demon hunters, himself a curled snake.

He didn't understand how Breaking Cocoon could know such a dangerous person. He had been in prison for a long time and had seen too many criminals, so he could see that the triangular eyes in front of him might be similar to his own in terms of character and personality.

It's just that he knows how to hide, but the triangular eye completely releases his anger, and he has obvious rejection and distrust of anyone. Judging from the degree of "enthusiasm" of the triangular eye for breaking the cocoon, passers-by have every reason to believe that they have not met a few times, or have had a gap.

He didn't give him any hints or alert actions when he saw through the cocoon, and he didn't want to cause more trouble. He believes that this triangular eye should not be able to defeat himself and join forces with Broken Cocoon.

Yang Lao Er didn't speak, and Peter Zhou, who was driving, didn't dare to say where to send them to break the cocoon, but he felt that the atmosphere in the car was very stuffy.

Zhang Mingming felt that if a few people didn't speak, the atmosphere would be a little gloomy, and decided to break the silence.

"Uncle, what about Zhang Laosan, why didn't you see him?" Zhang Mingming said without words.

After a while, when a few people were about to forget that Zhang Mingming had asked this sentence, Yang Lao Er said lightly: "He went back to Changfeng City." ”

Seeing that Yang Lao Er opened his mouth, Zhang Mingming opened the conversation box familiarly: "Uncle, you may not know that when we first met Zhang Lao San, he wanted to play poker with us, and he made a thousand, and he almost fell for him." When we were running away, we heard a driver say that he was very well-known in Changfeng City, and then he was pulled in by several plainclothes people......"

Zhang Mingming was still talking to himself when he was coldly interrupted by Yang Laoer, "How did you avoid Wu Jingren's chokeness?"

When Yang Lao Er asked this sentence, Ding Ding, a passer-by who had closed his eyes and recuperated, suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at the back of his head like a cat on top of his head.

"Choking", among high-level magicians and supernatural people, know this "technique".

Strictly speaking, the choke technique is just a very strong psychological suggestion, and it is not a fact that really exists, but it is much higher than the level of psychological suggestion such as hypnosis, and it already belongs to the category of special functions.

Yang Lao Er knows the details of Wu Jingren very well, and he knows that Wu Jingren's chokeness cannot cause death, but only pure psychological pain. But he also knew that if he was controlled by Wu Jingren with the choke technique, it would be difficult to counteract the past.