() Leng Shuang felt afraid. The stick just now was obviously aimed at his back, and if he was hit by a powerful blow, his spine would be severely damaged in the best case, and in serious cases, he would be paralyzed.

Lu Buming was still calm, he quickly dodged He Qiuye, the shot just now was a deterrent, but at this moment, he unexpectedly withdrew his pistol, rushed sideways towards Leng Shuang, grabbed her hand and ran towards the corridor.

Leng Shuang couldn't figure out what was going on, and He Qiuye's almost crazy laughter hurried over with his footsteps.

"Why didn't you shoot?" Leng Shuang gasped, He Qiuye waved the iron pipe and rushed towards her, she was tired just to deal with it, Lu Buming's face was not good-looking, so she asked incomprehensibly.

Lu Buming looked at the gun in his hand, threw it back to Leng Shuang, and said, "It's a poor person, find a way to control her." ”

Leng Shuang held the gun thrown by Lu Buping with both hands, and there was still residual warmth from Lu Buming's palm on the metal gun, she glanced at Lu Buming in a daze, in her eyes, this Lu Buming was like two people just now.

The iron pipe in He Qiuye's hand was waved by her to make a sound of breaking the wind, but the action was very monotonous, and it was not difficult for Leng Shuang to dodge, and with Lu Buming's help, he might be able to control this woman.

Leng Shuang's eyes are bright, like a cat at night.

She saw an opportunity, and at the moment when He Qiuye staggered and threw out a stick, and even his body lost its center of gravity, Leng Shuang took decisive action. She took a step sideways, her right wrist pressed against He Qiuye's lower ribs like a flower, the back of her hand buckled heavily on her armpit, and her left palm was like a knife, holding the knife between He Qiuye's big and small arms.

The crisp voice sounded, He Qiuye's face was shocked, his arm hurt, and he took off the iron pipe. Leng Shuang exhaled, it seems that this He Qiuye is inexperienced in hand-to-hand combat, and he just swings it with strength and instinct. restrained He Qiuye for a moment, Leng Shuang wiped the sweat on his forehead, but his body suddenly became furious.

"Ahh Leng Shuang turned his head, and a familiar face appeared in front of him. It's Huang Zixi.

It turned out that the two were forced to retreat into the corridor by He Qiuye, and the door behind him happened to be the room where Huang Zixi was, he pushed open the door and saw He Qiuye and Leng Shuang scuffling together, so he took out one of the weapons around him and smashed it towards Leng Shuang.

Leng Shuang couldn't figure it out, how could the two of them, who were originally good, be embarrassed at this time and openly attack the police?

The back was stiff, Leng Shuang felt a buzzing sensation in his head, the nerves on his hands and feet were stinging, cold air was coming out of his body, and cold sweat was rolling down his forehead.

Syllable.

Leng Shuang's fingers trembled violently, he couldn't hold the gun anymore, seeing the weapon fall to the ground, Leng Shuang bent his waist, his abdomen began to burn, and after sitting down, he thought that his back nerve was smashed by Huang Zixi and he lost consciousness for a while, and his body was almost difficult to control.

She turned around, and Huang Zixi's face was not the smug he should have after the attack, but frightened. He glanced at He Qiuye with great fanfare, the two looked at each other for a second, Huang Zixi's face became paler and paler, and then he looked at Leng Shuang's face and swallowed his saliva.

He gasped as he slammed the object in his hand to the ground, took a few desperate steps back, and stuck it on the corner, shaking his head and softening on the ground.

He Qiuye's expression was even more fierce, although he didn't say a word, Huang Zixi seemed to be under this aura, stood up, and slowly came to Leng Shuang's face.

He seemed to bow his head to Leng Shuang, who watched as Huang Zixi's trembling hand grabbed the gun on the ground, as if he didn't expect it

The cold texture and heaviness of the metal, nervous and trembling fingers could not hold it several times, he held the gun in his hand, and retracted into the room with both hands, and in the gloomy air, he was never seen again.

And at this time, He Qiuye on the side picked up the iron pipe and approached Leng Shuang step by step.

"Calm down." Leng Shuang's brain seemed to be wailing, she glanced at He Qiuye with difficulty, and said, "You know...... Do you know how many years you are sentenced to for assaulting a police officer? ”

He Qiuye was obviously shaken, she hesitated for a moment, and said, "I'm calm. Miss Policeman, I don't know how many years I'm going to be in, but it's the same inside and out, and I don't want to die here. ”

Leng Shuang's gaze began to spin, and the nausea of his internal organs penetrated through his entire body, and all his limbs began to feel pain.

There were still traces of Zhao Lao Wu on He Qiuye's clothes, and there was blood on her half-open chest and broken jagged long skirt, and she stood in front of Leng Shuang.

"I don't want to do that either...... But, but someone wants you to die. He Qiuye looked at Leng Shuang, with pity in his eyes.

Leng Shuang couldn't imagine that he would offend this seemingly harmless woman.

At this time, Leng Shuang's ears rang with the advice given to him by the seniors who didn't seem to be very reliable before he went on a mission. This sounds like nonsense, and if I hadn't insisted on coming, I'm afraid there would have been no such superfluous advice at all.

"There are ghosts in this place in Dongcheng."

Leng Shuang muttered, this sentence made a terrifying expression appear on He Qiuye's face, and then, her expression when she looked at Leng Shuang changed, as if she had seen a real ghost.

"What did you say?" He Qiuye slowly walked in front of Leng Shuang, the flesh of his cheeks under his cheekbones began to twitch and tremble, he raised the steel pipe in his hand, and looked at Leng Shuang's gaze getting colder and darker, almost unable to see through her true thoughts.

Leng Shuang tried to dodge this blow, but her body did not obey the call, she could easily dodge the attack, but now she is also unable to move, seeing that this stick is down, Leng Shuang has nowhere to hide.

"Let's go." At this time, Lu Buming deftly drilled back, grabbed Leng Shuang's wrist, and let He Qiuye swing a stick into the air.

Leng Shuang didn't know how, as soon as Lu Buming's hand grabbed it, she could also run two steps with it, and the two staggered to the opposite side of the corridor, He Qiuye was already looking at the two with a cruel smile.

"Tsk." Lu Buming took a step back, Leng Shuang covered the back of her neck, her body couldn't help trembling, obviously it was the injury just now that made her unable to move.

Leng Shuang glanced at Lu Buming's expression, her tongue was numb, and she even learned to say a few cool words.

"You, you're also bitter melon face. I thought you didn't have that expression. ”

Lu Buming did put on a stinky and hard bitter gourd face, at this time, it should be fun in the bitterness, or gloating, it always made his face bitter.

was forced into a desperate situation like this first, he Lu Buming actually had a bad life, it didn't matter, but if he dragged someone else who didn't deserve to die to go to hell with him, it would be a wrong.

Although Lu Buming didn't believe in any hellish ghosts, nor did he believe in karma, he couldn't think too much about it at this time, and he knew very well in his heart that he was not a good person at all, and he was dead for a hundred, but he was just ......

Lu Buming's eyes lit up, his palms clenched, and he was thinking about how to solve the situation in front of him.

"Don't look at me like this, I'm afraid of death." Lu Buming said.

Leng Shuang looked at the person in front of him who had been closed to the ghost gate several times with disdain, but what he thought in his heart was how much the two of them went back and forth

The tribulation has come down, and who will believe such a thing now?

Lu Buming is really afraid of death, and he is blocking the knife and the gun. Leng Shuang couldn't help laughing, and laughed out loud for a while, squeezing out a small dimple under her cheeks, and there was a touch of ruddy on her white skin.

"Oh, and you can laugh at me." He Qiuye in front of him held the steel pipe in his hand, came to the two of them, and took out a bunch of weapons in his hand.

There were fruit knives, pens, sharpened iron rulers, short sticks, and jagged fingers, none of which looked like very strong weapons, but they were somewhat moved, and in this room, there were weapons hidden in every corner that could kill people.

He Qiuye didn't seem to attack the two of them casually, the big bag and small pocket on her body were almost stuffed with all kinds of weapons, she slowly took them out one by one and put them in front of the two.

"Officer Leng, you can laugh again." Lu Buming just didn't see it, turned his face and looked at Leng Shuang.

Leng Shuang was very helpless, it was all at this juncture, this man still didn't have a stereotype, as if everything in the world was a toy to play with in his eyes.

Leng Shuang rolled her eyes, the injury on her back was slightly better, and she remembered the trick this man had used not long ago—maybe she could repeat the old trick.

Having made up his mind, Leng Shuangyi went against the norm, looked at Lu Buming, grinned, showed eight big white teeth, bent his mouth, and tried his best to show a big smile.

However, in Lu Buming's opinion, this face can be described as terrifying.

"How, how?" Leng Shuang almost felt that the muscles at the corners of his mouth were about to cramp, and said with his mouth open.

"Oh, oh!" What else can Lu Buming say? He could only squeeze out a smile, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

It wasn't until Leng Shuang finally put away his smiling face that Lu Buming patted her shoulder and said, "Work hard next time." ”

Leng Shuang was so angry that he wanted to open two holes in Lu Buming's waist, but now whether it is an angry or corrupt idea, or a sense of despair that has no way out, I don't know why, it doesn't work in He Qiuye's place.

She seemed to be immersed in her own world, her slender fingers pinching a sharp scimitar, the blade as smooth as a mirror, almost reflecting a human figure in the candlelight. Her fingers wrapped around the knife, and with a little force, a drop of blood rolled down.

The blood beads are crystal clear, and the fluorescence is really a bit enchanting.

"Is it over? I'm not a big fan of theater and I don't have the patience. He Qiuye blinked her big eyes and looked at the two of them, and from her countenance, she couldn't tell that this could be a bloodthirsty demon.

"We didn't plan to act either." Lu Buming blinked and said, "I just don't understand one thing. ”

"There's a lot you don't understand." He Qiuye seemed to be excited when she saw blood, and the half-pulled long sleeves and skirt on her body looked even more extraordinary, and the utensils and knives she placed on the ground were not excellent evidence of her impromptu intentions.

"That's why you're killing us." Lu Buming asked very seriously.

He Qiuye almost laughed.

"You still want to ask this?"

"Of course you have to ask." Lu Buming said: "Forget about me as an idle poor ghost, what level is this policeman?" What is the preparation? Which authority? You know what? If she is hard enough backstage and suddenly has no big cops, do you think they will let you go? ”

"Why are you taking this risk? I still can't figure it out. Lu Buming said.

He Qiuye listened, put down his weapon, looked at Lu Buming, and sighed.