Smelling the aroma of bath salts, Ding Zhengtao felt the water gushing from various comfortable angles, the alcohol stimulating all kinds of nerves, and the almost soft body sprouted certain impulses. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ding Zhengtao is very useful for this complex and somewhat contradictory feeling, and for him, it is the best way to assist thinking.

But tonight his brain was more complex and contradictory than that.

Since the conference set the date for the official competition, in just two days, people from the Onitsuka faction in the island country and the Taiji sect in Goryeo have had accidents one after another.

Ding Zhengtao looked at the amber liquid shaking in the wine glass, and muttered to himself: "Could it be the ghost of Yiboer?" Or is it Zeng Yifan, the new Dao divination heir? ”

According to the reports of the eyes and ears of the Onitsuka faction, for nearly half a month, although the Onitsuka faction has stayed at home, it has been contacting the outside world through satellite phones that cannot be monitored, and just yesterday, these contacts were suddenly interrupted, and the entire Onitsuka faction was like a pool of stagnant water without movement.

It is worth noting that just yesterday, a hospital admitted a strange seriously injured patient, whose bones were broken to varying degrees, and under such serious injuries, the patient has not died.

It is reported that this patient is none other than Shinzo Fukuda of the Onizuka faction, judging from the known information, Fukuda is the ninja who is responsible for tracking and assassinating the mission of the Onizuka faction, and his skills are in the middle and upper rank, he will be seriously injured like this, and he must have met an unusual opponent.

In the face of such a crushing defeat for their subordinates, instead of formulating countermeasures, the Onizuka faction retreated, which was completely inconsistent with the consistent hard-line style of the Onizuka faction in the past.

Coincidentally, Goryeo's Eight Extremes Sect was also not spared.

Kim Chan-hee of the Goryeo Baji Sect is a guy who has always liked to be sensual and sexual, and regularly goes to high-end nightclubs and PUB to find some good-looking women to hang out. Just the day before yesterday, Jin Canxi chartered a VIP room in a high-end nightclub, and after being introduced by his mother Sang, he selected two young ladies to drink and flirt.

Maybe Jin Canxi's alcohol consumption was too good, or maybe the two young ladies' drinking was too bad, and not long after, the two young ladies covered their mouths and ran to the bathroom to vomit. But when they went, they never returned. The subordinate who was responsible for protecting Jin Canxi felt that something was wrong, and when he broke into the room, he saw that Jin Canxi was already lying unconscious on the sofa, only out of breath and no air in.

After some rescue, Jin Canxi finally picked up a life, and before he could catch his first breath after waking up, bad news followed, and the Eight Extremes Sect's subordinates and eyeliners arranged all over China died overnight, and the time of the incident happened to be the time when he was admitted to the hospital for rescue.

After learning this series of news, Ding Zhengtao was also scared for a while, although the results of the immediate trigram did not show any bad signs, but Ding Zhengtao faintly felt that there must be some kind of related connection between all this.

"The fact that there is no bad omen does not mean that everything is peaceful, and there may be masters who are secretly disrupting the divination." Based on this idea of being cautious, Ding Zhengtao told all his subordinates to be more careful everywhere, and at the same time strengthened the security work of the organizing committee of the competition.

While thinking about it, the doorbell rang, Ding Zhengtao didn't pay attention to this, and the guards at the entrance would naturally deal with it.

But the doorbell kept ringing.

At this time, Ding Zhengtao had to be vigilant. He climbed out of the bathtub, wrapped himself in a bath towel, and quietly walked to a decorative bracket in the living room, pressing the alarm button hidden under the Qing Dynasty vase on the bracket.

The doorbell continued to ring stubbornly, and Ding Zhengtao walked carefully to the entrance. Sure enough, the two men in charge of the guard were gone! There was a knock on the heavy door.

"Mr. Ding, Mr. Ding, are you okay?!" Xiao Jia's cry came from outside the door, this was Ding Zhengtao's subordinate, Ding Zhengtao breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to open the door.

But the door didn't open in response, as if it was stuck in something.

Ding Zhengtao subconsciously pulled with all his strength, and suddenly felt light in his hand, and the whole person almost fell.

actually asked him to open the door in person, and he was so embarrassed, Ding Zhengtao stood firm and was about to rush to the people outside the door, but he was greeted by a weird smile.

It was a woman's face, so beautiful that it was a little bewitching, with a slight sense of innocence, and half of her face was half covered by a long head. He is also familiar with the owner of that face - Thai Wubu Wolana.

This woman's results in the last session were second only to Yibol, her appearance and emotional intelligence are very high, and she uses divination at any cost. Her smile is always fascinating.

But this is ......

Ding Zhengtao was so frightened that he couldn't even scream, and sat on the ground with his back and back.

Vorana's face still maintained that weird smile, but it was not seducing Ding Zhengtao, that smile had been fixed on her face.

Of course, all Ding Zhengtao could see was this face.

Because the body is ...... It's gone.

If you see a bodyless head outside your door, it usually means you're in trouble. If the owner of this head happens to be an acquaintance of yours, you're in big trouble. If a few more police officers come in after hearing the news, the trouble escalates to a noun "murder suspect".

But whenever something like this happens, most people will sigh that they are unlucky, but Ding Zhengtao has no time to complain, he is thinking about the benefits and losses caused by this incident.

Before opening the door just now, I obviously heard Xiao Jia's voice, but at this moment, except for Vorana's head, there was not even a shadow of a living person outside the door.

As soon as he was able to stand up, Ding Zhengtao rushed into the living room and dialed a few phone calls, informing all the subordinates who could be transferred.

Interestingly, it was three policemen who arrived first, five minutes earlier than the panting Xiao Jia and the others.

"A nearby astronomy enthusiast reported to us that there had been a murder here." One of the policemen at the head looked at the only light in the corridor and said lightly, "Has the light in this corridor always been only one on?" ”

"It's a matter of property, and we're not responsible for that." Xiao Jia replied arrogantly, "You police are handling cases, not urban management, and you still have the right to inspect the city?!" ”

"Then we police always have the right to check your ID cards, right?" The policeman was not angry, and stretched out his hand at Ding Zhengtao and the others, "Excuse me, please show your ID card." ”

Ding Zhengtao glared at Xiao Jia fiercely with his eyes, cooperatively took the ID card from the house, and signaled his subordinates to hand over the ID card to the policeman obediently.

The policeman glanced at Ding Zhengtao's ID card: "The ID address is different from here, are you a permanent resident or a temporary resident?" ”

"Stay for the time being." Ding Zhengtao still had a frightened expression on his face, and his hands and feet were deliberately trembling, "My newly bought house." ”

He had already figured out a long list of troubles in his head, and now it was best to get rid of these cops as soon as possible, and the simpler the answer, the less likely it would be to get out of trouble.