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After talking to the fat man, the sky was completely dark.

Since returning to Hong Kong, Zhang Meng's work and rest time has been very regular, and a call with Lady Na during the day has made Zhang Meng's brain a little groggy, and finally, Zhang Meng finally fell asleep on the sofa.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Meng felt that something touched him, and the habit of going to the tomb over the years made Zhang Meng wake up immediately!

In a trance, Zhang Meng opened his eyes and found a figure standing in front of him.

Zhang Meng instinctively wanted to open his mouth to shout, but before he could be born, he was covered by the figure with his hand, and the other party was so powerful that he almost suffocated Zhang Meng.

After a few seconds, the hand was released, and Zhang Meng didn't care about anything else, just gasping for air. It wasn't until his breathing stabilized that Zhang Meng looked up to find the person just now, only to find that the figure was gone.

Who was that person just now?

Did he want to kill me? Zhang Meng thought so.

But that's not right! If the other party really wants to suffocate himself, he won't let go in the end.

But if not, what is the purpose of the other party sneaking into this mansion late at night?

Zhang Meng couldn't figure it out, but he still pushed open the door as fast as he could and chased out.

At this time, it was already pitch black outside.

The moon hid in the dark clouds, and there was nothing but starlight in the whole street, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, not even the sound of insects.

Zhang Meng chased all the way until he felt that he couldn't catch up, and then he noticed the surrounding environment. Looking at the long dark alley in front of him, Zhang Meng suddenly became a little scared. It was as if in this long alley, there was a demon with a cloak of disheveled head.

Zhang Meng hesitated for a moment, and was about to go back to wake up the fat man.

But as soon as he took a step or two back, he heard the sound of a fight in the darkness.

Zhang Meng was suddenly frightened, and subconsciously put his back on the wall, and when he found that the voice was not coming towards him, he carefully identified the sound.

Judging from the sound, the fight is very intense, but it doesn't look like a group fight, and both sides of the battle are surprisingly quiet, like those peerless masters in costume dramas.

Holding back the tension in his heart, Zhang Meng planned to go over to take a look, he carefully tiptoed and followed the voice.

Sure enough, in the dark moonlight, Zhang Meng vaguely saw that in an old-fashioned house, two people were fighting quickly. Because the distance was too far and the night was too dark, Zhang Meng couldn't see who these two people were at all, so he had to take a few steps forward.

The old mansion that suddenly appeared in front of me was very peculiar, the style was very simple, and the area was also very large, not a modern high-rise building, but more like an old-fashioned bungalow. There are two stone lions standing at the main entrance, a bit like the courtyard houses of old Beijing.

There seems to be a plaque on the house, but because of the light, Zhang Meng can't see what is written on the plaque at all. Zhang Meng wondered when there was such an old house in Hong Kong, a place where every inch of land is valuable? However, Zhang Meng didn't care too much about the old mansion in front of him, his mind was now all on the two people fighting in the house.

While the two were fighting, Zhang Meng took the opportunity to sneak into a corner.

Just when Zhang Meng thought that he would not be discovered by the other party, he found that the two people who were fighting suddenly stopped and rushed towards him at the same time. Zhang Meng was suddenly frightened, but at this time, it was too late for him to run, so he could only look at the two people who were getting closer and closer.

Just when Zhang Meng thought that he would definitely be exposed, another hand suddenly stretched out behind him, and that hand covered Zhang Meng's mouth.

The temperature of the palm Zhang Meng is very familiar, it is the hand in his sleep just now, Zhang Meng wants to break free, but he can't break free, so he can only let the other party cover his mouth.

"Don't make a sound, watch carefully!"

The voice was familiar, but Zhang Meng couldn't remember it for a while. Seeing that the other party didn't mean to harm himself, Zhang Meng stopped struggling and watched silently.

In front of me, the scene of the fight is already very clear.

Zhang Meng could even clearly see that one of them was wearing a Mao suit, his body was very thin, covering the lower half of his face, and he looked about forty years old. The person who fought him was wearing a beautiful Hua Dan costume with wide sleeves, a woman's pink dress painted on his face, and an oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

When Zhang Meng saw the appearance of these two people clearly, the whole person was stunned for a moment.

The outfits of these two men were all too familiar to him.

...... of tunics And the guy in the costume......

Zhang Meng's mind was like a flood that opened the floodgates, and bursts of familiar but extremely unfamiliar memories swept in. At that moment, it seemed that all the childhood memories he couldn't recall before were unsealed!

The one wearing the costume is the sixth of the six doors, the little matchmaker.

And this eccentric mansion is not a building in Hong Kong, but the six doors of old Beijing.

I actually returned to the six doors of more than ten years ago?

Is this a dream?

Before Zhang Meng could understand what was going on, the tunic suddenly stretched out his right hand, revealing the cross crossbow hidden in his sleeve!

Although the little matchmaker in front of her is not low in skills among the six doors, second only to the monk and the military brother, she is already covered with wounds at the moment. Although he fought back and saw the crossbow that suddenly appeared, no matter how he dodged, the cold crossbow arrow still pierced his neck in an instant, and suddenly a blood line slid into the air.

Zhang Meng screamed in a lost voice: "No! ”

As if he didn't see Zhang Meng, the tunic lightly pulled out the dagger on his waist, and then raised the knife in his hand and cut off the head of the little matchmaker. He passed by Zhang Meng so grandly, and he was still holding the head of the little matchmaker.

Zhang Meng was crazy and had to chase after the tunics, and when he reached the yard, the tunics stopped.

The tunic threw the little matchmaker's head to the ground, then took out a white handkerchief and wiped the blood from his fingers.

Before Zhang Meng had time to scold the man in front of him, he found that there were five other human heads scattered on the ground, those people Zhang Meng knew, they were monks, Chen Cripple, Zhao San, sick ghosts, and military brothers! plus the little matchmaker, a whole six doors, all heads to the ground.

And the murderer is the familiar stranger in front of him.

At this moment, Zhang Meng was completely dumbfounded, and he almost used all his strength to roar!

"Ah......h

A terrible roar resounded in the middle of the night, and immediately attracted several state security officers on duty in the villa, who kicked open the door, turned on the light, raised their pistols one by one, and asked in surprise: "What's wrong?" ”

The dazzling light suddenly woke up Zhang Meng, who was still in a dream. r1148

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