A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity appeared in front of Ouyang Fu's eyes, and he quietly took a step back, and now he was standing in a straight line side by side with the Japanese guard, only three steps away from Masao Takahashi.

Ouyang Fu made a lightning move, he raised his right hand and slammed his palm on the temple of the Japanese guard, and the guy only snorted slightly in his mouth before collapsing to the ground.

Just this mosquito-like snort has already provided a dangerous signal to Masao Takahashi's highly alert consciousness, he subconsciously straightened up, and before he could turn back, there was a breeze in the back of his head, Ouyang Fu's iron arm had firmly controlled his head, and with a wave of his right hand, the sharp tip of the jade wrench on his thumb stabbed his carotid artery accurately, and before he could figure out what was going on, Masao Takahashi was already dying.

In less than a minute, Ouyang Fu simply and neatly eliminated the two people in the room. The next minute his hand had been strangled Jean. Louis put his arm over his mouth and whispered in his ear, "Don't make a sound, I won't hurt you." ”

Let. Louis nodded in fright, and Ouyang Fu slowly let go of his hands and let go of him.

The Frenchman was panting with his unconscious head on his back and his mouth wide open, almost stupefiably stupefied that he didn't even understand what was going on.

Ouyang Fu pressed him down on the chair, grabbed the embroidered coaster on the table, stuffed it into his mouth, ripped off the blood-soaked tie around Masao Takahashi's neck, and tied his hands behind the back of the chair.

Let. Louis's eyes widened in fright, and a faint mumping sound came out of his mouth.

Ouyang Fu made a "don't make a sound" gesture at him, and the sound stopped immediately.

Ouyang Fu walked to the door gently, stood behind the door, and stretched out his hand to pull the door open halfway.

The Japanese guards outside the door saw that the door was slowly opened, but no one came out, and leaned into half of his body a little strangely, saying that it was too late and that it was fast, Ouyang Fu's arms hit his head at a lightning speed, and with a wrong force, the Japanese guard's cervical vertebrae made a slight click, and fell silently into Ouyang Fu's hands.

Ouyang Fu dragged the Japanese corpse into the house, closed the door, and walked to Jean. Louis approached, stretched out his hand and pulled out the coaster stuffed in his mouth, and said with a pleasant face: "Monsieur Louis, in order not to let the Japanese suspect you, I can only temporarily wronged you." ”

Louis looked at him in amazement and stammered, "I understand, I understand." ”

Ouyang Fu nodded, stuffed the coaster into his mouth again, and instructed: "If the Japanese ask you what you know, tell them something, don't deliberately hide it." ”

The Frenchman nodded gratefully.

Ouyang Fu stretched out his hand and took off the picture of "Plum Bamboo" on the wall, rolled it up again and put it back in the cylinder, pinned it to his waist, then took off the black coat of the Japanese guard and put it on himself, walked to the door again, slowly opened the door a thin slit, listened to the movement outside, and flashed out of the study.

The corridor was quiet, and I faintly heard the sound of a mixture of male and female sopranos coming from the direction of the living room.

He looked towards the end of the corridor, only a little more than ten meters away from the window, he closed the door of the study with his hand, walked to the window as if nothing had happened, opened the window gently, leaned upward, and disappeared into the dark night.