Ling Shucheng curled up slightly, using the light and shadow caused by the concave and convex plants and the building itself, hanging like a gecko outside the window of the target location on the sixth floor.

His body temperature was only about twenty degrees at the moment, and the cool water dripping from the window fell on his shoulder, which actually made him feel vaguely warm. Under his deliberate control, the hypothermia caused by the soaking wet body is consciously magnified, making him look like a real ectothermic animal, even if someone in his hand has a "talent" as sharp as an infrared sensor, he will not be able to detect his existence. But the shortcomings of this ability are also obvious, the feeling of tiredness gradually becomes impossible to ignore, Ling Shucheng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and briefly relaxed his tense nerves.

In this building, he felt a total of twelve living people, eight of whom moved back and forth between the first and third floors, one person on each of the fourth and fifth floors, and two people in the target room on the sixth floor. If you add the four people who guarded the gate and the two groups of people who went out to hunt down and escape, this can be regarded as a small and large-scale stronghold.

The target room was less than three meters away from him in a straight line. As long as the opposite side is not blind, once he approaches the glass window and looks left and right a little, no cover measures can prevent him from being discovered. Even if it was an optimistic assumption that there was no communication device on the other side, one person left behind on the fourth and fifth floors would be able to deliver the news quickly, and then he would have to face at least a dozen opponents - two groups of people who had left here temporarily could return at any time.

A simple investigation of the scene and disposal of possible corpses...... He had to get at least two minutes to try not to be disturbed.

From this angle, Ling Shucheng could clearly see the smashed glass window on the sixth floor. Not far from him, there was a rusty, improvised rain collector.

There is no way to get nine out of ten, but there is one that is worth trying.

-

The loud crash, accompanied by the screeching sound of glass shattering, disturbed the old building for the second time today.

"Fuck, it's not really going to be another corpse!" Someone shouted.

It was like throwing a pebble into the quiet surface of the lake, and the orderly state of the building was briefly broken. In an instant, the sound of dull footsteps and noisy conversation merged.

"Quiet! Be quiet! I don't know if the gentleman is resting, what are you yelling about? The person in charge of the situation appeared quickly, and the voice was the one who had just assigned the task outside the door, "One person from each floor will go upstairs with me to take a look, don't mess up with trivial things." ”

At the same time, the discussion between the two people on the sixth floor has ended. They quickly determined that the direction of the sound was the room directly below them, and one of them immediately left downstairs and bumped into the fifth-floor guards who were also about to go downstairs to report the news.

"Why again...... What's going on? ”

"You didn't go check it out? In this case, I will take the people who have come up to the fifth floor, and you will deal with the place where the noise came from first. ”

"You still have one left to guard the sixth floor? Let him come down and come with me, and grasp it a little bigger. ”

"Do you want to be brave? The group on the sixth floor really can't cheat the corpses, but we still have to keep an eye on it. ”

The two hurriedly finished communicating and went their separate ways again.

Surprisingly smooth, almost everything was as guessed. When he realized that the two people who had just been at the door were passing the message orally, Ling Shucheng guessed that the other party might have tried his best not to send any signals, and adopted the most primitive communication method, so that he would set up a "contact person" on each floor.

But the remaining one person on the sixth floor is still a nuisance. Ling Shucheng raised his eyes, and his pupils were mottled shadows of vines.

-

Examining the bodies of the students who had moved here again, the slightly haggard man rubbed the stubble on his chin and whispered a "bah" twice.

Only five bodies remained, one of them still looking a little grim. "Little stubble" don't look at it and force yourself not to think too much. But he still couldn't help but think of his little treasure, which was also lying silently on the dusty floor in such a rainy and sunny day, and would never be warmed by the sun again.

The child's laughter seemed to echo in his ears, and the warmth of the small soft body in the crook of his arm seemed to have not faded.

His children lost the opportunity to grow, but he was not so sick as to be indifferent to the lives and deaths of other children.

"This is the price to pay......" he muttered to himself, without any sparkle in his eyes.

I don't know what the hell it is. He tried to divert his thoughts, and finally decided to go to the windowsill and see if he could lean down from here to investigate the situation downstairs.

Soon, however, without warning, he lost his balance and leaned limply against the shattered glass window of the morning.

Ling Shucheng deftly jumped in through the hole in the window, and looked at the dead man.

With his strength, the saber seemed to turn into a light hidden weapon, burrowing through the hole at a tricky angle, silently taking the other person's life.

It's an ordinary face, and even because of its well-groomed hair, it has an artist-like romantic temperament, and it's hard to associate it with a mob that kills students.

Of course, if you can really judge what a person thinks from their appearance, maybe their workload can be cut in half.

- It could also be that everything will be more troublesome.

Ling Shucheng pulled out the blade on the other party's forehead and wiped it on the curtain. The gentle sunlight shone obliquely on the middle-aged man's bloodstained face, which actually made his expression show a hint of irony and tranquility.

It's a pity that everything in the room doesn't make people feel the slightest guilt about this middle-aged man.

Four male students with hideous facial expressions were neatly stacked in a corner of the room like stacked goods, surrounded by large amounts of ice and dry ice to temporarily maintain the state of the corpses. Among them are the most important three team leaders, whose left wrist has been cut open and the implanted ID has been removed. Other than that, none of the four had any external injuries.

The fifth body, which contrasts strongly with the former, is the leader of the sixth group, a woman who was once known for being gentle and meticulous for her age. Out of respect and meaningless politeness, Ling Shucheng did not touch the woman's body. In fact, it was not necessary, and she was the only missing person who apparently died from her trauma. There were no less than five bullet holes clearly visible on her body, and blood spread wantonly on all her exposed skin, like small dark red snakes. And her slender hands, pale and bruised, clung tightly to a slender blade that pierced through her abdomen, almost pinning her to the side wall and squeezing the last of her blood. The sheer number of wounds made her body particularly horrifying, making it difficult to determine which of the fatal wounds was.

In addition, the furnishings in the room were a mess, with thin lines in many places, and all the places that could provide temporary shelter were riddled with bullet holes, and various bullet casings were scattered all over the floor. The lame desk was missing a matching chair, which should have fallen to the sixth floor. Except for pulling out the hair of a middle-aged man who had just died, Ling Shucheng found nothing else of value.

From all known information, it is inferred that after encountering a possible psychic attack, three members of the three unsuspecting groups died instantly. The next six group members, two of whom were women, unexpectedly fell into a state of "suspended animation" and were moved here along with the bodies of four classmates. After the two female members woke up, they didn't know what specific means they took, but in the end, they chose to directly smash the locked glass window, one of them jumped out of the window to escape, looking for the troops to report, and the other did not escape successfully, but did his best to cover his teammates, delaying the time and causing considerable trouble to the enemy.

Ling Shucheng stared at the weak and thin corpse in silence, bowing slightly.

If the leader of the sixth group and Yuan Sui both died here, Ling Shucheng might not be able to complete today's mission, and this location would not be discovered.

This sudden turn of events also greatly ruined the opponent's plan, so that the opponent had to divide his men to hunt down Yuan Sui and immediately start to transfer.

It can even be said that if he had come a few dozen minutes earlier, he could have witnessed how it all happened. How did two female members who were not outstanding on weekdays withstand the first mental attack, and suddenly counterattacked in a small room, escaped, and died.

He remembered the blood spilled on Yuan Sui's body and her eyes that had lost their light. Confused, helpless, angry.

-

Ling Shucheng threw all the incendiary bombs into all corners of the room in an orderly manner, and the sound of the flames burning the wooden floor and the footsteps going upstairs resounded. Unexpectedly, a sharp pain pierced Ling Shucheng's brain like a nail. The strong nausea, the vague suffocation, and the high-intensity mental attack were like 10,000 needles dancing in his brain. Combined with the scorching temperature in the fire, the pain sensation went straight from the trachea to the internal organs with every breath he had.

It was the one who could destroy the spirit who made the move. Ling Shucheng coughed heavily, retreated to the window, and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his slightly trembling hands. Such intensity, destroying the spirit of an unsuspecting person, is already more than enough.

What's more, he also felt the element of temptation from the other party's strength - the other party still has the strength to spare.

Such an adversary, not only for inexperienced students, but also for almost all of his colleagues, is too dangerous.

In the raging fire, Ling Shucheng felt cold hands and feet.

But that's about it.

Sweat made his half-dry shirt soaked again, Ling Shucheng took a few deep breaths hard, and all the small pieces of information hit his nerves again. Through the layers of noise, he clearly sensed the action of the seven people outside the door loading their bullets.

He leaned back against the window, counting the bullet slightly in the palm of his left hand, and his whole body looked like a taut bowstring.

The light of the fire had made it impossible for him to see where the children were. In an old building like this, burning is like an acute contagion.

Killing all of them may not be something that is completely impossible. Maybe.

"Ten minutes countdown." The ID of the left hand came out of a pre-set alarm at an inopportune time.

Ling Shucheng lowered his head, moved his knuckles slowly but forcefully, exhaled deeply, turned around and jumped off the windowsill.

-

The dangerous people have gone far. The man in the lead outside the door took a hard puff of cigarette and said easily: "Come on, what are you doing standing stupidly, fighting fires." ”

"But ......"

"Nothing. I'm going to talk to my husband. The man stomped the cigarette butt under his feet and turned away.

-

"People are gone?"

"Just left. The fire is so big that it can be burned down directly, so you should hurry up. The man said respectfully.

"Do you want to ask, knowing that there is going to be a tricky person, you still have to open the empty door to let him break in?"

"It's not. I know what you mean, in the face of this kind of person, no matter how many brothers guard it, it is just a sacrifice of more. ”

"yes." The person who spoke sighed faintly, and his voice was unexpectedly crisp and immature.

"You deliberately arranged for Old Dai to be there, right?"

After a pause, the young voice spoke again, "Quanlin, who do you think we are most afraid of?" ”

The man known as "Quanlin" shook his head and nodded again.

"If only you understood."

Quanlin looked out the window with the young man's gaze, and a few delicate small flowers bloomed on the vines outside the window, trembling in the sunlight.