Under the drag of the locomotive, the train slowly fell towards the center of the river. At this time, the carriage began to tilt, and the crowd finally began to cry, and many people threw themselves at the windows, banging on the windows.

Ren Qiuling herself also fell into a freezing reaction, her hands and feet were numb, but a voice shouted in her head: "Jump out of the car, otherwise you will only die!" The carriage was turning to her side, and she grabbed the window and struggled to get up—her feet trembling so hard that she couldn't stand up straight! At this moment, a person behind her grabbed her arm and seemed to prevent her from jumping out of the car.

Ren Qiuling shook off the hand that grabbed her, but the man was very hard, and he refused to let go, and then one of them shouted in a low voice: "Fairy, it's me!" Come with me! "It's Yun Zhongyue who has teleported.

Ren Qiuling breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the baby in front of her shrinking into her mother's arms, looking at herself with a pair of innocent eyes wide. Her heart softened, and she stretched out her hand to the young mother, "Give him to me!" Ren Qiuling shouted.

Behind him, Yun Zhongyue shouted anxiously: "Quick!" It's too late! ”

Ren Qiuling stretched out her hand to the child, and was about to grab the child's clothes, "Quick, give him to me!" ”

The young mother hugged the child tighter, and even used her arm to block Ren Qiuling's hand holding the child.

"Let's go!" Yun Zhongyue roared.

"Hey!" Ren Qiuling saw that she couldn't save the child, so she screamed in frustration, and then as soon as her body loosened, she was immediately dragged out of the car window by Yun Zhongyue. The train passed by Ren Qiuling's side, with the sound of whistling wind. Countless people were screaming in countless car windows, and it was like hell.

Suddenly, Ren Qiuling's feet shook, and Yun Zhongyue had already flown to the back of the car with her, where the four foreigners were looking at the train that was about to fall into the river and laughing. One of them was the Arab that Ren Qiuling had seen on the train.

At this time, Yun Zhongyue pushed Ren Qiuling hard, and said in a cold voice: "Pay attention to your own safety, I will meet these scum." ”

By the railroad tracks, the foreigners turned cold, and then a strong man with a big waist and a muscular man, and a young man with a thin body and long hands and feet walked out.

Ren Qiuling was pushed by Yun Zhongyue and sat down on the railroad tracks, knowing in her heart that Yun Zhongyue was angry, and she didn't blame him. When he looked up, he saw Yun Zhongyue's right hand wrapped in a bandage and hanging from his neck—he had been injured in the previous case, and he was not completely healed yet.

The foreign man's gauntleted hands collided with each other, and sparks burst out of his fists with a "bang" impact - it turned out that his gloves were made of iron. The slender young man's hands arced as if performing magic, and Ren Qiuling recognized this as the opening move of a grab-type martial artist. These two people, one is powerful and powerful in attack, and the other is agile and good at grappling.

Yun Zhongyue's left hand and five fingers opened angrily, shouting: "Die!" A ball of thunder and fire burst out of his palm. With one hand in his hand, he held the thunder fire and fearlessly rushed towards the slender young man on his left. In a stroke of the thunder fire, the young man's upper body fell backwards, and he made a move, and with a little foot, he had already stepped on Yun Zhongyue's right knee.

At this time, the strong man punched the back of Yun Zhongyue's head. Yun Zhongyue lowered his head, let go of a punch, his mouth let out a roar like a beast, and his left palm slashed with thunder, burning towards the strong man's face.

The slender young man's body flicked, and his left hand stretched out like a snake, stretching out from under Yun Zhongyue's armpit, and actually wrapped around Yun Zhongyue's left arm.

Yun Zhongyue's left palm swiped in front of the strong man's face, and the sweat on the strong man's forehead was scared, but Yun Zhongyue was locked by the young man behind him, and he could no longer move forward at all.

The slender young man rubbed his body like a snake and moved forward, clinging to Yun Zhongyue's body, and slammed his right hand on Yun Zhongyue's injured right arm, and Yun Zhongyue screamed miserably. At this time, the strong man had already swung his fist at Yun Zhongyue's left cheek, "Bang! With a loud bang, Yun Zhongyue's neck bone made a crisp sound, his head tilted to the right, and the thunder fire in his palm suddenly went out.

The strong man rounded his thigh-thick arm, and an uppercut hit Yun Zhongyue's jaw - the young man had the right time to let go of Yun Zhongyue at this moment. Yun Zhongyue was hit like a kite, floating diagonally over Ren Qiuling's head, and then fell into the river.

Ren Qiuling shouted: "Yunzhongyue! "Lying on the side of the railroad tracks and looking into the river, I saw Yun Zhongyue fall into the river like a stone, splashing a small splash. Then the train slapped diagonally on the water like a cramped snake, "Boom! A wall of water gushed up, and the strong wind blew Ren Qiuling's hair fluttering.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! The villains laughed together, and laughter echoed across the river.

"Falk oil!" Ren Qiuling scolded, turned around and glared at the group of terrorists. Her heart was now filled with hatred, and she just wanted to rush up and fight to the death with these people.

"Chinese matchmaker, don't be angry," the Arab who didn't speak Chinese was good at walking towards Ren Qiuling, "Look at my eyes, I can kill you." ”

Ren Qiuling gritted her teeth and stood up, clenching her fists and looking directly into the Arab's eyes.

The Arabs said: "Yes! Relax! Ni Xian is standing on a piece of grass daddy, the sun hums, Ni feels very warm! ”

Ren Qiuling's eyes became confused, and her fists gradually loosened.

"First," said the Arab, "hand over what king, and say its Mimi!" ”

Ren Qiuling suddenly clenched her fists and rushed at the Arab, beating the bearded man with a punch. The Arabs were unsteady on their feet, took a few steps back, stepped into the air, and fell off the bridge.

The scoundrels panicked, and the slender young man immediately jumped off the bridge like a monkey, presumably to save the Arabs, and the others rushed to the side of the bridge, shouting and screaming.

Ren Qiuling seized the opportunity and ran away, "It's true, I can't even speak Chinese clearly, and I still learn what hypnosis people play!" She scolded the Arab as she ran. But now she knew that these people's target was the Shenmu Wang Ding in their purse - but it had only been about an hour since they got the Shenmu Wang Ding, how did they know?

At this time, the Binjiang Bridge was half broken, and at the intersection where Ren Qiuling ran, a young man who looked like a wrench worker held his mobile phone to take a photo, and Ren Qiuling also heard him say: "Tsk, if this is to be posted on Weibo, how many fans do you have to add?" Ren Qiuling waved her hand and shouted, "Run, run!" Dangerous! The young man held up his mobile phone and pressed the shutter on Ren Qiuling again and again.

Seeing the young man's motorcycle parked beside him, Ren Qiuling jumped into the car and turned around and shouted, "Run with me!" Just watch a sleeper volley hit the wrenchman's head, and with a bang, the young man fell in a pool of blood, his mobile phone stained with blood, lying quietly beside him - maybe he didn't have time to post on Weibo. On the bridge in the distance, an old monk in red stood solemnly behind the gang of bad guys, he was only half the height of a normal person, extremely thin and thin, but the expression on his face was very solemn. I saw that his mouth moved slightly, his hands were slightly raised, and more sleepers under the rails flew up and flew towards Ren Qiuling.

Ren Qiuling pedaled a few times, the motorcycle finally started, just left the intersection, and heard a sound of "bang" behind her, and the sleeper fell to the ground, horizontally and vertically.

"The other party is organized crime," Ren Qiuling analyzed as she drove, "There are two martial artists, a guy who can think of animals, and a person who can break the bridge by screaming, and a hypnotist." "To be honest, it's usually hard to see a person like this, but I didn't expect to be able to see so many at once today.

The Arab was a hypnotist, and he may have modified Ren Qiuling's memory, so Ren Qiuling would see the woman holding the child as him.

The other party is a ruthless person, and he didn't even blink an eyelid when he killed so many people. One can imagine what will happen to you if you fall into the hands of those people.

The goal of this criminal gang is very clear, that is, to get the Shenmu Wang Ding in Ren Qiuling's purse, but there are more suspicious points in the case. First of all, how did they know that Shenmu Wang Ding was in Ren Qiuling's hands? Zou Yan's handing over the Shenmu Wang Ding to Ren Qiuling was an accidental event.

Secondly, the choice to leave Binjiang was also extremely fortuitous. Binjiang is a city with roads, waterways, airlines and railways, so Ren Qiuling can choose four routes, and the reason why she took the train is also an accidental event. How could the other party know in advance?

Third, what do the hypnotists mean by the sketches they show themselves? On the surface, those sketches seem to be a prophecy of what will happen next.

"Prophecy!" Ren Qiuling suddenly caught the key to the case. If there is more than one of them in the other party's gang, will there be a soothsayer that exists in all legends? If that's the case, then your escape route must have been mastered by the enemy in advance.

This thought shocked Ren Qiuling, and now the motorcycle has driven to a very barren hillside. If there is a prophet, then this choice is not so difficult to guess: goats will instinctively choose to run up the hill when they are in danger, and people will choose to run up the hill when they are in danger - this seemingly random choice is actually instinctive.

Ren Qiuling grew up in Binjiang, so she naturally recognized this hillside as Wormwood Slope, and there were few people on the mountain. Only in the spring of each year do elementary school students come here for a picnic.

At this moment, the mobile phone on her waist rang again, and Ren Qiuling picked up the phone while driving: "Hey, thank you for your concern, I'm not dead yet!" "The call came from Lee Myung-bak.

The mountain wind blew slowly behind her, and she shook her head and parted the hair that was blocking her face: "I have already encountered the enemy...... " Suddenly, she was stunned and scolded: "Cut!" "She's already realized that something is wrong, if the motorcycle is going forward, then the wind should be blowing from the front, and now there is no wind in front of her, but there is wind behind her, what does that mean?

She jerked her head back to see a huge shadow hovering in the sky behind her, "What is this?" She asked.

Lee Myung-bak anxiously yelled into his phone: "What did you encounter? Yes? In order to protect Ren Qiuling, he sent a team of special service members to the Binjiang Bridge, only to get that the bridge was broken, the train fell into the river, and no information about the survivors was found. Fortunately, Ren Qiuling's mobile phone can get through.

"Where are you? Hurry up and speak! Lee Myung-bak yelled at his phone. There was a high-pitched, screeching sound of braking on the phone, followed by an explosion, and then no more sound.