The newsletter said that the date of May 8 was a suspenseful, fantastical, and thrilling short novel, and the content of the novel was familiar to me, and it was the only record of his grandfather's last record in the package that Ni Tian sent me before he visited me!

I looked at the reduced briefing that the old Russian man held in front of me in a demented state, and my mind was already in utter confusion. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Why was Grandpa Ni Tian's last note published in a newspaper by himself? Combined with the pictures that the old Russian man had shown me and the roar of the machine that I had heard on the phone, could it be that Ni Tian at that time was printing this newspaper in front of the printing equipment? So what exactly is his purpose? It can't be a complete transformation from a tomb robber with lofty ideals to a writer, right? Why did the Russians in front of me now take such a keen interest in him? Could it be that the fighting nations have also begun to advocate literary creation?

The wild thoughts gathered more and more in my mind, and the old headache began to faintly attack again, and I was tied with my hands behind my back, and it was no longer possible to rely on rubbing my forehead to relieve the pain, and in the blink of an eye, beads of sweat had faintly appeared on my forehead.

"Young man, don't be afraid, you just need to tell us where this man named Ni Tian is now." The old Russian man probably saw that I was sweating on my forehead and looked sluggish, thinking that I was a little frightened by the fact that they had just put a gun to the back of the head, and continued with a little smugness.

Where is Ni Tian? I smiled bitterly in my heart, where? I want to know where this beard is, sir? He still owes me an explanation, to know where he is, I will go to him as soon as possible.

I was extremely depressed in my heart, but I couldn't say it directly, if I really didn't know? That's probably the barrel of the gun waiting again. This group of people made it clear that I must know Ni Tian's whereabouts, otherwise why would they go around in a big circle and take such a big risk to kidnap me? I can't help but miss that heroic and slightly playful police officer, and hope that she can really be safe and sound, and quickly lead the police uncles of the brigade to rescue me from the sea of suffering.

Delaying as much time as possible is the judgment I have made in my heart now, and then I remembered the business card of "Associate Professor of Changsha National Institute of Archaeology and Cultural Relics" that Ni Tian once showed me, thought for a while, and then replied: "After separation, I don't know his specific whereabouts, but I guess he should go back to Changsha." ”

As soon as the words fell, a heavy punch hit my left cheek directly, and I felt dizzy for a while, and my face was also hot, followed by a sharp pain in my face.

it! An evil fire suddenly burst out, and I glared angrily, staring at the smug, smug-looking, toothless Russian who was smiling and smiling, how the fuck are you again! This Liangzi, I have written it down, master!

The gloomy voice of the old Russian man came to his ears again: "Hurry up, young man, and be honest, where is this person now, otherwise, you will be even more uncomfortable next." ”

I shook my head left and right, after this punch was hit, my head was not as painful as before, but this face is probably swollen and unpresentable, no matter how I think about it, it will be a loss.

Dog's mouth, full of a bloody smell, I did not shy away from spitting a mouthful of bloody phlegm on the ground, and then stared fiercely at the old Russian man who was sitting with a gloomy face, and squeezed out six words from between my teeth word by word: "Little, master, I, no, know, Dao!" ”

The old Russian man did not shy away from my angry gaze at all, squinted his eyes slightly and looked directly at me, but the gloom on his face also increased to the extreme, and the cold question in his mouth was still the same question: "Where is this person now??!! ”

Only this time, after the old Russian man's words came out, it was no longer a fist that greeted me, but the cold barrel of the gun against the back of my head......

I've already scolded the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of these Russians in my heart, where, where, where, where the do I know where he is, if I ask you where is the old king who sold you pancakes last month? Can you tell where he is? Then again, do Russians really like pancakes? Fucking I want to deviate again, anyway, this group of Russians is now recognized I must know Ni Tian's whereabouts, and I don't know where this confidence comes from, it seems that this time it is difficult to argue, and there is less luck.

Things have come to this point, and it is obvious that my previous calculation of going around in circles and delaying time with a sloppy eye has been completely lost. A deep burial ruffian and blood was stimulated, and I began to think about how to make a last stand.

Even though my hands are now tied to the chair, my legs can move freely, which means that if I strike first, I will drag the chair and pounce on one of them if they are caught off guard. And then, or keep smashing it with a headbutt? Or bite with your teeth? Or non-stop spitting? In short, I used all the means available to attack the person I knocked down, at least I could get one back before I finished playing, and it wasn't too much of a loss.

So should I go forward and pounce on the old Russian man on the other side? Or should I go backwards and drag that arrogant and missing Russian guy who makes me extremely unhappy to finish the game?

After hesitating again and again, I made up my mind, since ancient times, I captured the thief and captured the king first, old man, this is all forced by you, don't blame the young master, I bullied you in an old way, I pulled your back, although I am a loss in terms of age, but it is better than being killed by you in vain.

At that moment, my mood can be described as tragic, basically I have lost my mind, if people drill this kind of bull's horns, and are determined to die and are ready to fight hard, there is really nothing to scruple about.

I paid no attention to the barrel of the gun that was holding the back of my head, gritted my teeth, and began to secretly accumulate strength in my legs, staring at the old Russian man sitting in front of me, and ready to see the right moment, I jumped forward with all my strength and threw him down.

But with a tragic mood, when he was about to stare at the old Russian man sitting in front of him again, he suddenly found that his face had long since lost the previous haze, and was replaced by a distorted and indescribable horror......

it? Seeing his expression like this, the breath I was holding back desperately was suddenly deflated, this is really strange, this young master hasn't pounced yet, why is he scared of this virtue? After a closer look, I found that at some point, six or seven red points of light appeared on the body and head of this old Russian man at the same time, dangling and constantly wandering back and forth.

This red point of light is very familiar to me, and I clearly remember that it was the red point of light emitted by the laser scope used by the sniper rifle when I was a soldier in the army and trained in target shooting......

I, finally came, I hurriedly dispersed the strength on my legs, and my heart was full of emotion, life is really a big ups and downs, there are surprises and frightens everywhere, it seems that it has to be said that the people's police for the people, Officer Mu, you can be regarded as coming......