10:50 a.m.

The door of the Ghost Dragon Kung Fu Gym was closed, and a sign was hung up for interior decoration and suspension of service.

In ten minutes, the assessment will officially begin.

The three killers who are ruthless and murderous without blinking an eye are about to officially start their actions.

Although he knew that it was just a drill and didn't care about real life and death, Mu Zixu was still very nervous, and felt that there was a strong aura of killing in the air.

Since the shadow coach finished his training just now, Wang Xiaotian brought all six people into a temporary training room, and they have not been released until now, so what happened in the hall during this time, who came in and who went out, Mu Zixu and the others didn't know anything.

Judging from the closed door now, the three killers have obviously entered the hall a long time ago.

Of course, there is also the possibility that they are already people in the museum, coaches, or students, or even aunts who are in charge of cleaning.

Mu Zixu and the others didn't know anything about the identity of the killers, and the three killers had already obtained all the identity photos of the six protectors before they acted, and they knew their situation well.

Three against six, the number of killers is small, but in the dark, and the number of protectors is large, but in the light.

So what the outcome of this showdown will be is really suspenseful.

There are a total of six protectors, there are three floors here, and the location of the hostages to be protected has also been announced: it is in the No. 2 lounge on the third floor, so the safest way is to gather all six people in the room where the hostages are located, and protect the hostages airtightly.

Of course, this is not allowed, because the voice of the shadow coach is heard in the headset.

"Rule 1: Within three meters of the hostage, only one protector is allowed to squat at most. Rule 2: Although the Kung Fu Gym has been closed to the outside world during the assessment period, its internal operations cannot be affected in any way, so both protectors and killers must keep a low profile. Rule 3, both sides will do their best in the duel, admit defeat or be subdued, it means that they are disqualified from continuing the game. Next, the assessment has officially begun. ”

At this time, it happened to be eleven o'clock in the morning.

Mu Zixu and the other six people were all standing outside the door of the No. 2 lounge at this moment, and the three killers were also hiding in a corner on the first floor, ready to attack at any time.

The assassination period is eight hours, and the killers can play as slowly as possible, so both sides will not only fight for skill and ability, but also for patience.

After some deliberation, the final six agreed to the following arrangement:

Han Fan, the best of the six, is responsible for the close protection of the hostages.

Then, one person each guards the two ends of the corridor on the third floor, and one person guards each end of the corridor on the second floor.

Mu Zixu, who has the most ghost ideas, the most flexible mind, and is the best at playing tricks, went to the first floor and started to screen from the bottom.

All six of them use Bluetooth headsets to communicate with each other about their situation, and if a certain location is in danger, the others immediately rush to support.

Obviously, Han Fan and Mu Zixu are the two people who are the easiest to "sacrifice" first.

Although Mu Zixu felt a little unfair about such an arrangement, this was obviously using himself as cannon fodder, but he also understood that Han Fan and the others let him do this because of their trust in themselves, and in terms of insight and prudence, he was indeed unmatched among their six protectors.

Then, cannon fodder is cannon fodder, and it won't really die anyway, at most it will just be beaten by Haibian.

Besides, the coach said that this time the three killers are in competition with each other, so there will be no cooperation between the killers, which also shows that he will only go head-to-head with one killer at most at a time.

Since it was a heads-up, Mu Zixu was not so worried, first, he was competitive, and he wanted to try the results of his training during this time. The second is that he knows the terrain in the hall well, and if he can't fight hard, he will rely on playing tricks to kill the other party, and he is quite confident in his ability to play tricks.

With that in mind, he took the elevator to the first floor.

At the moment he had a rubber rod in his hand, one in each of the protectors' hands, the only weapon they were equipped with.

Step out of the elevator and go to the lobby on the first floor.

The little girl in charge of reception at the front desk is playing with her mobile phone boringly, the cleaning aunt is mopping the floor, in the corner rest area, two little beauties are sitting at the coffee table wiping their sweat with towels, and on the wall leading to the stairs on the right, a person is standing on a ladder waving a paintbrush and making a hand-painted wall.

Mu Zixu's gaze scanned the entire hall, and quickly fixed on the painter who made the hand-painted wall.

He wears an earthy trench coat, white-washed blue jeans, long wavy shawl hair, a full beard, and oversized coffee-colored glasses.

This shape really has a bit of an artist's temperament.

However, Mu Zixu remembered very well that when he came in the morning, the hand-painted wall had not yet started, and this person had not appeared, and in the past few days, he had never heard of the news of construction here.

Look at the picture on the wall again, the pen is very brilliant, he painted a beautiful woman playing Tai Chi on the grass under the rising sun, the grass and the rising sun are full of color, full of three-dimensionality, the image of the beauty is only an outline, and the facial features are not outlined in detail.

Mu Zixu didn't know how to paint, so after watching it for a while, he just thought it was very good-looking, and he couldn't tell if it was professional.

At this moment, the painter on the ladder came down slowly, as if he was trying to get some tools.

Just when he went down to the ground and there were still four steps from the ground, he saw Mu Zixu on the ground, so he smiled slightly, and said in Shandong's dialect: "Brother, can you help hand me that bucket of paint?" ”

"Oh, of course!"

Mu Zixu said, picking up the paint from the ground and handing it to the painter.

"Thank you!"

The painter thanked him and went to pick up the paint bucket.

And at this moment, Mu Zixu suddenly raised his hand without warning and smashed the paint bucket towards the painter's front door!

He is basically very sure that this painter is one of the killers, because he is not a person in the museum, and this assessment needs to notify all the staff in the museum in advance to cooperate, this outsider is so calm and calm, as if he doesn't know what is being assessed, there is definitely a problem!

It is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to miss a single one, and now Mu Zixu wants to fully carry forward this cautious spirit.

And of course, the facts will prove that Mu Zixu's premonition is very accurate.

In desperation, the painter raised his arm to block the paint bucket, and at this time, Mu Zixu had already waved the rubber rod and swept the artist's legs.

The painter was still on the ladder at the moment, and there was nowhere to hide, so Mu Zixu was full of confidence in this raid.

But what he never expected was that the painter's reaction was quite fast, as if he had already understood his movements.

He grabbed the ladder with both hands, kicked out violently, and kicked it on Mu Zixu's wrist accurately, Mu Zixu screamed, and the rubber rod in his hand immediately flew out of his hand, and at the same time, the painter turned over from the ladder, and the brush in his hand flipped over, quickly hitting Mu Zixu's throat.

If it is a real fight, such a metal pen barrel can easily pierce the flesh and blood, and Mu Zixu will undoubtedly die.

"I'm sorry Lao Mu, you're hanging."

The painter smirked proudly while confiscating the Bluetooth headset from Mu Zixu's ear.

The voice......

Thinking of the action of kicking out and blocking the paint bucket just now, coupled with the sound at this moment, Mu Zixu suddenly closed his mouth in surprise, he pointed to the painter and asked incredulously: "You...... Pei Tianming?! ”

"Who else knows so much about your tricks besides me, hehe."

Pei Tianming smiled triumphantly.

became the first "garbage" to be eliminated so quickly, Mu Zixu felt like a balloon that had been pierced with a needle, and he boasted of his fiery eyes just now, but he didn't expect it to be planted in the hands of an acquaintance.

While annoyed, he asked curiously, "How did you become like this?"

"I'll talk about this slowly, now I'm going to complete the task first!" Pei Tianming said proudly, shook his wavy wig very stinky, and walked towards the stairs with a stagger.

Mu Zixu was now a dead man, so he couldn't inform Han Fan of their identity as a painter, so he could only watch Pei Tianming go to pit other protectors.

When did this kid learn so well?

Looking at Pei Tianming's back, Mu Zixu thought suspiciously.

Pei Tianming swaggered up to the second floor, and at the corner of the stairs met another protector blocking the end of the corridor.

"What are you doing?" The protector questioned cautiously.

Pei Tianming unhurriedly took out a business card from his pocket: "The contemptible person is from the Xingyi Art Studio, and I was invited by your shadow coach to come to make hand-painted walls for the hall on the first floor and the conference room on the third floor." ”

"Really......? How come I've never heard of it?"

The protector took the business card and quickly glanced at it, but found no flaws, but still asked suspiciously.

Pei Tianming shrugged: "You can call and ask your shadow coach to confirm...... If you don't mind, can you dodge, I'm busy, and I need to go to the conference room on the third floor. ”

The Protector immediately dialed the Shadow Coach to ask if there was really a painter to do the hand-painted wall, and quickly received a positive reply from the Shadow Coach.

"I'm sorry." The protector said, dodging the way.

In this way, Pei Tianming continued to walk to the third floor unimpeded......

"It's too bitter, isn't it...... It's even more bitter than Coptis chinensis! ”

At the same time, Yimeng, Paishanwang Village, and Pai Hongqiao finally grabbed all the medicines according to the prescription of Pai Banxian, and laboriously boiled out the first pair.

"Good medicine is bitter, right? Do you think that the medicine is as good as the nutrition express? Pai Banxian held his mouth disdainfully.

"The problem is that this thing is so bitter, how can Hua Niu be willing to drink it?" Pai Hongqiao said worriedly, "If it's a little sweeter, it may trick her into drinking it, it's hard for adults to swallow such bitterness...... Do you want one to break her mouth and the other to force her to pour it? ”

"Why can't you pour it? Drinking this herb is rarely a ...... that can be drunk by itself," Pai Banxian snorted coldly very professionally.