Zhou Chen didn't say a word to Yang Baiwen's husband, as for whether he will become more honest and responsible from now on, no one knows this.

The matter between husband and wife, the husband and wife solve it by themselves, and Zhou Chen believes that this is not his own business.

really told Yang Baiwen the truth, which led to their divorce, who dares to guarantee that Yang Baiwen can find a better man than her ex-husband?

Besides, their children are still so young......

Married life is too profound and complicated for Zhou Chen, a single man, and if he can't figure things out, he is not qualified to point fingers and influence others.

An hour later, Yang Baiwen finally looked forward to her drunken husband back at home. (He bought a bottle of liquor at the supermarket downstairs, poured himself a few sips, and sprinkled some more on his body)

"How did Zhou Chen find you?"

As soon as Yang Baiwen opened his mouth, he didn't realize that his attitude and tone towards her husband were like treating her employees in the unit, and she really lacked the thoughtfulness and gentleness that women should have.

"I don't know."

Her husband replied, "We were drinking, and he suddenly appeared and called me out, saying that you are looking for me everywhere and asking me to make a call......"

After explaining, he asked rhetorically: "Why did you let him find me, when did your relationship become so good?" ”

"Because Old Man Yang called me at noon today, I was very afraid, and I didn't know whether to call the police, so I could only let Zhou Chen find a way."

This time, it was Yang Baiwen's turn to explain: "At that time, my brain was quite messy, so I felt that he caused this incident, and it was right for him to find a way." ”

Her husband lowered his head and pondered: You can't find me, but he can. Could it be that he knows everything about our whereabouts? This person...... It's really scary.

Especially. Zhou Chen didn't say anything to him, the whole person looked quite eerie and mysterious, as if he could secretly control everything.

"What are you thinking?"

Yang Baiwen was worried that her husband was thinking nonsense, don't think that there is something wrong with him and Zhou Chen...... That's simply not possible!

"Don't offend him."

Her husband said with a solemn expression: "I'd rather offend Old Man Yang than offend him." ”

The reason why I said this was in addition to the mystery that Zhou Chen brought him. is even more because he has a handle in his hand. Although, he didn't mention it at all, and he didn't seem to care.

Alas, this is a ......

At the same time, Zhou Chen returned to the new capital on the waterfront, first went to Mu Xiaoye and Li Yuxuan to sit for a while, and chatted a few words about topics related to Yang Baiwen, but he would not reveal that her husband was having an affair. After all, we're not gossip people.

At nine o'clock, Zhou Chen returned to his residence, and when he opened the door, the ghost warned: "The line has fallen, and someone has entered." ”

Because of the existence of such an opponent as Jiang Shujie, every time Zhou Chen goes out, he will sandwich a small piece of transparent fishing line in the crack of his door, if someone takes advantage of his absence. Sneak in with your lockpicking skills, and the transparent fishing line will inevitably fall to the ground.

The line is very thin. Like a white hair, falling to the ground, it is difficult to find with Zhou Chen's eyesight, but it can't hide the detection of the ghost.

"There's no one inside, you can go in."

The Phantom was sure that there were no killers lurking in the house. Zhou Chen opened the door and went home with a calm expression.

After entering, Zhou Chen seemed to be doing everything normally, taking off his coat, washing his hands and wiping his face, and turning on his desktop computer......

During this period. The shadow has also been determined: the water dispenser has been drugged, and a pinhole probe with a wireless receiver has been placed in the fake flower in the living room.

Tema's is quite professional.

Of course, Zhou Chen could guess that at this moment, someone must be monitoring his every move through the pinhole probe.

Drink!

When you get home, you can't drink water.

Zhou Chen pretended not to know, and naturally took a glass of anesthetic mineral water, which seemed to be drunk into his stomach, but in fact he put it into the storage bracelet.

Then he sat in front of the computer and played a game, and according to the judgment of the ghost, after a few minutes, he could pretend that the effect of the drug had attacked, and then lay down on the table and pretended to be asleep.

A quarter of an hour later, the door of the house was left open outside, and the double security lock was useless.

Two men entered, and the stocky guy carried a black bag with a five-shot shotgun in it, and the bag was so thin that he didn't need to take it out to shoot.

The other man was also not tall, but he was the kind of sensitive type with fine flesh, he didn't carry a gun, only a short fighting knife hidden in his body.

Looking at his calm and calm expression, you can know that this guy is quite conceited, this kind of thing is commonplace for him, and there must be a lot of lives on his hands.

It can be seen that they didn't plan to shoot Zhou Chen immediately, but planned to pack up and take the people away, otherwise, Zhou Chen would have taken out a submachine gun and killed them into a honeycomb.

When the two of them approached, Zhou Chen didn't raise his head, and snatched his black bag from the stocky young man with a backhand.

The lean guy swooped back like an electric shock, and immediately opened a safe distance, but the stocky young man was stunned at this moment, and was suddenly stood up by Zhou Chen, hit the bridge of his nose with the butt of a gun, and then fainted.

The lean guy took out a short knife and pounced back, with the time difference he calculated, it was said that he could come over and stab a few times before Zhou Chen turned the muzzle, but he didn't know that Zhou Chen's fighting ability was no longer the level they knew.

Syllable!

Zhou Chen still used the butt of the gun to block the blade with great accuracy, and forced him back with a kick below, at this time, there was enough time to turn the muzzle of the gun and aim at him.

However, Zhou Chen threw the black bag to the ground, turned around slowly, and faced him empty-handed.

The lean young man was still quite calm, and nodded towards Zhou Chen, expressing his approval of his style of fair dueling: Very good, we are the same kind of people, don't we like to use guns?

He misunderstood, Zhou Chen didn't like to use guns, but he disliked the movement of shotguns was too loud, and it was not suitable to spray everywhere in his own home.

The lean young man was also exquisite, and seeing that Zhou Chen was empty-handed, he also signaled that he could throw away the short knife.

Zhou Chen shook his head, opened the drawer of the computer desk, and took out a wooden-handled hammer, more than a foot long, a carpentry hammer used to knock nails.

This is fine, it's quite handy.

Syllable!

The lean young man rushed over, and before he could show his superb knife skills, he was hit by a hammer on the back of his hand, although the short knife did not take off, under the severe pain, he could not hold it anymore.

His face was shocked, and he couldn't understand how he had been hit.

But now he doesn't care about studying too much, he can only change the knife to the left hand, it seems that the left-handed knife technique has also been practiced a lot, and it is slightly weaker than the right hand.

Syllable!

The two moved together, and the second time they touched, he consciously guarded against being hit by a hammer on his left hand again...... He did, and it was his right hand that was struck.

This time, the bone finger of the right hand must at least be a comminuted fracture, and for those who play with the knife, even if it can be healed, this hand is equivalent to being wasted.

His eyes turned into resentment, looked at Zhou Chen, and asked silently: Why can you be so fast?

"This hammer is much lighter than the one used to strike iron."

Zhou Chen can explain: "So when you use it, it feels good." ”

The tinkling of the day, the iron is not good, but the beating of people has the wonderful feeling of being one with a hammer...... Yes, he just caught up. (To be continued.) )