"What the hell is he ...... How did you find mine? ”

The artist touched his pretty face, his eyes full of puzzlement.

She glanced at the camera on the street and shook her head again.

She's been here for two months, and she's completely figured out the place, and the escape routes are all in the dead corners of the camera, and each disguise is in a confined space, and it shouldn't be detected.

If she couldn't figure it out, she simply didn't want to.

With time running out, the artist quickly launched a second project.

She raced into the neighboring mall and headed straight for the underground parking lot.

A punch pierced the wall of the maintenance room, and she slammed headfirst into the wide sewer.

Regardless of the stench of flowing water, the artist plunges into it as a set of smooth butterfly strokes.

When she came ashore, her body changed again, and she took on the form of a child.

He swallowed a pill and swept away the stench from his body.

This is a pill he has researched for the ability to track smells, and even the smell of the human body itself can be removed, making it as pure as air.

Changing into a cheap overalls, he got into a pipe. Four tiny hezi sticks out from behind his waist and crawls through the pipes instead of limbs, leaving the footprints of rats.

After crawling through the duct for about five minutes, the artist kicked open the window of the ventilation duct and jumped smoothly to the ground.

"Hey! Who are you! ”

A loud shout rang out, and a security guard raised his gun.

Sou!

The security guard only felt a flash in front of him, and was about to pull the trigger, but his finger was jammed by someone who came.

"Be quiet."

The artist's finger drew an illusory shadow in front of the security guard's eyes, and within two seconds, the security guard fell silent.

"Have the people inside open the door." The artist said calmly.

"Yes."

The security guard calmly let his companion open a thick door, and the dazzling golden light was as brilliant as the sun.

Over here......

It's the bank's vault!

"You're not going to be able to find me now, are you?"

The artist smiled slightly, and repeated the trick, controlling the two guards.

This is the hiding route he prepared when he entered Hagikai, and in addition to the insider's understanding, he even hacked the monitoring system. As soon as he pressed the controller in his hand, the real-time monitoring here was replaced with video.

Driving the two security guards out, the artist stood guard outside with loaded guns, and the artist closed the door to the vault.

This vault is opened from the inside, and cannot be opened from the outside. Although the gate is not as exaggerated as in the movie, the thickness of the steel plate is solid, and it is difficult for bombs to penetrate.

Even if Cheng Hai tracked it down in some way, he couldn't blow up the door of the bank vault, right?

At this time, there are still 3 minutes left before Cheng Hai starts to search!

In the silence of the chamber, only the sound of rhythmic breathing remained.

Time passed little by little, and somehow, the artist was a little nervous.

What did Cheng Hai rely on to dare to make such a bet?

Will he really be able to find it?

Zizi ......

The subtle burning sound caught the artist's attention.

At this point, the time spent hiding was over for only three minutes.

"Isn't it?"

A drop of sweat appeared on the artist's forehead, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

Finally, the voice stopped.

The small vault was quiet again.

Rumble!

A violent explosion blasted the steel door and knocked down piles of gold nuggets.

“FPI！ open the door!”

A large crowd poured in outside the door, all of whom were about to look at the artist stupidly.

What's going on?

？

Isn't it Huaguo who is meowing here?!

How can there be FPI?!

Just when the artist reacted from his bewilderment and was about to resist, a person walked out of the middle.

"I'm sorry, but I found you again."

The man lifted his mask, who was it not Cheng Hai?

"No, you? You, them? Why? ”

The artist was completely blindfolded, and his hands were in the air for a long time, unable to say a word.

What the hell is this TM unfolding?!

Cheng Hai smiled mysteriously, and the tiger teeth seemed to be a little sharper than usual, "I won the second game, and if you still lose the third game, you will have to die." ”

After speaking, Cheng Hai turned around and walked out.

"Wait!"

The artist stopped Cheng Hai, sweating profusely.

"Huh?"

Cheng Hai turned his head.

"I'm going to have twenty minutes this time!" The artist gritted his teeth.

Now is not the time for him to hold on, if he can't find a reason why Cheng Hai can catch up with him, he will really lose.

"Yes."

Cheng Hai smiled indifferently, looked at the people around him, and shouted angrily.

"Close!"

"Yes!"

Loud voice, uniform. Quickly and orderly retreated.

"What the hell is going on?"

The artist clutched his hair with both hands, puzzled.

"Why is my disguise useless? Why is he like a ghost?! ”

"Huh? Ghost-like? The artist couldn't help but be stunned.

Could it be that Cheng Hai is a ghost?

"Impossible!"

The artist immediately denied it.

He was investigating Cheng Hai, who had been so embarrassed by the powerful zombie that he had even been consumed by the fight against the fake artist last night. If it was a ghost, he would definitely be able to see it.

He's just a little wizard!

"Wizard ......"

The artist frowned, and examined his body again to see if there had been some kind of hidden tracking mark.

"Still can't find it!"

His face sank and he fell into deeper contemplation.

In terms of rigor, he admits that he has swept away all the tails.

During the first makeover, he even gave a layer of skin, how could there still be a mark?

He didn't believe it!

He has even seen the great witch of the gypsy, and Cheng Hai is not stronger than them.

There must be something else hidden here!

"Let's run first."

The artist stared at him and made a decision on the spot.

He has the body of a ghoul and runs almost three times faster than a human.

Even if Cheng Hai could know his location, he would have twenty minutes more to go. Moreover, no matter how strong the witchcraft is, he can't help the huge consumption when he is in a hurry, and he has a great advantage!

Wow!

The glass of the bank was smashed by a humanoid beast, and the artist turned into a hunting form and ran with all his might on the streets of Guliu Street.

Along the way, the screams of pedestrians were incessant, and the unresponsive vehicles lost control, leaving a huge obstacle.

Suddenly, the artist smelled a salty smell.

"The sea?"

The artist's eyes lit up and he reversed course.

Hagi City, Hagi City, that is, the city next to Hagi Sea.

Guliu Street, not far from Hagikai!

As ghouls, they also have an advantage.

The cardiopulmonary system is particularly strong, and artists who have undergone special training can easily hold their breath underwater for half an hour.

Can humans do it?

A fierce man plunged into the sea, and the artist's Katsuko turned into a spiral and pushed down rapidly.

After a while, the waterproof watch vibrated and the time to hide had passed.

Looking back, the artist could hardly see the light on the surface of the sea.

He had already dived 300 meters, and for humans, a 100 meter dive without equipment was almost the limit.

Three hundred meters, Cheng Hai can't get down!

The corners of the artist's mouth involuntarily raised.

Now, he can't afford to lose, right?

At this moment, a terrifying voice came from his ear.

"Ah, I found you."