In the box, the copper-faced man who was about to leave stiffened.

A muffled snort.

A paper sword was inserted into his joint.

Around him appeared one after another faceless paper figures.

Immediately after, on the shoulder of the copper-faced man, a small paper figure stood up, and a voice that could not distinguish the features came out:

"Where is Li Jia?" Zuo Dao asked.

These paper figures are naturally cast by the left-hand paper cutting technique.

In the past week, in addition to paying close attention to studying the affairs of the 'Comprehensive Affairs Bureau', he has not been idle in these aspects, and after seeing the faces of the other party that were lost in battle, he knew that he was a "detached" member of Li Jia's family.

"I don't know what you're talking about, who are you?" Li Jia's heart sank, and he knew that he couldn't be good, but he still struggled.

At this time, Duan Qiang only heard the paper man in his ear chuckling, and said lightly:

"You can play dumb, then you won't be useful to me."

As soon as these words came out, the copper-faced people twitched.

If it is a ruthless or cold question, or a severe torture, then Duan Qiang will not make waves, because it means that he has the value of existence, and he can always find some opportunities.

But the indifference to life and death in the other party's words made him feel cold in his heart.

This is an absolute murderer.

He dared to use his years of experience in dealing with criminals as a guarantee.

"In his hands, it is impossible to live!" He thought so.

Immediately, his face turned ruthless, as if he had forced the fat man to death before, who would have thought that retribution would come so quickly.

An invisible force marched among the copper-faced people, and the paper people seemed to sense that something was wrong, and they wanted to kill them.

"Ritual Overclocking: Dense Rotation—"

With a thought in his heart, the figure of the copper-faced man disappeared without a trace, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground, a completely deactivated and dry arm, and the paper sword that was originally inserted into the joints of the other party floated out of thin air, but the target had been lost.

With a click, the figure of the left deity walked out of the bathroom in the box, and he looked at the traces on the ground and touched his chin.

"It's not that the ceremony is difficult, I don't think everyone has it." Zuo Dao used the paper spirit to pick up the dry arm and look at the auspicious.

"That's the price of the ritual?"

Over the past few days, Zuo Dao has learned that rituals are not only dangerous in the early stage, but also have different costs when it is hindered or "overclocked" at critical times.

For example, the state of the fat man after forcibly breaking through the interference of the copper-faced man, and the escape price of the copper-faced man after being subdued by the left road.

Thinking so, Zuo Dao took a photo of the crime scene and transmitted it to Tongyan, and briefly described the matter, only saying that after the other party's transaction was completed, the copper-faced man had a conflict with the host of the venue and disappeared, and he was "robbed" causing both money and goods to be lost, and finally came here to observe the scene afterwards.

After that, a similar situation occurred to the inside of the bar, and now I want to leave first to ensure safety, Zuo Dao said "carefully described", chatting with Tongyan, the tone of the text is full of "frustration".

Zuo Dao never mentioned that he had forced the copper-faced man into such a situation, and said that he was going to go back to rest and suppress the shock first, why did he come here and submit a report later...... Let yourself think about how to make it up.

He was not afraid that others would find out that there would be flaws in this "report", at that time, there were only him and Li Jia in the group, and he was not online when the fat man fought with Li Jia, and Zuo Dao also had a little confidence, the other party did not find his paper spirit, so even if the people of the Comprehensive Affairs Bureau found these two people in the future, they also had a natural alibi.

At this time, Tongyan replied, asking Zuo Dao to leave first, expressing her approval of his idea, and leaving the rest to her colleagues to deal with, and Zuo Dao's "loss" of money She will also help react.

At this point, it is over for the time being.

And the bronze-faced man fled, Zuo Dao didn't seem to be in the way of the old god, he left the box as if nothing happened, and found that the nightclub was running normally, and everything happened as if nothing happened.

"Either the fat man has completely given up here, or he is very confident in the foundation of the nightclub, and he can't find anything here."

As he pondered, he walked to the box that had led him to the dark room before.

After entering, according to his recollection, he checked the wall where the fat man was, and found that there was no mechanism, it was all solid.

Sure enough, it was like entering the Peach Blossom Spring, and from the moment he entered here, he secretly ran the ritual and led everyone to the trading venue in an unknown location.

"But from the analysis of their words when they fought before, this ritual must have great limitations, and the ability is limited, otherwise such a bizarre ability, even if there is a little means of attack, let alone killing a copper-faced man, this fat man can completely be hairy every day.

"Hmm... Perhaps, the fat man will maintain a "fair" attitude, and he can't help but move his mind until today, but why? What is more worthy of a fat man breaking his own rules in this person?

"The angle of the reward alone is untenable, and now the arrest of Li Jia and his family is an internal pursuit, and there is no actual reward amount, there is no reason for the fat man to take such a big risk to do this kind of thing, unless, the fat man may have some contact with the people in the Comprehensive Affairs Bureau.

"It's a pity that I didn't attach a paper spirit to the fat man, otherwise I really want to catch it and ask."

Touching his chin, Zuo Dao is very interested in research and analysis.

At this moment, his spiritual sense moved, and a signal came from a certain direction.

Zuo Dao sketched a little smile:

"Where to run, boy..."

......

Late at night, in the old town.

This is an old complex of buildings in the city of Huacheng, which has never been developed for various reasons.

For a variety of reasons, this place has become the preferred habitat for people who drift away.

It is also full of fireworks in the world.

There was a figure stumbling slightly and quickly walking in the alley that extended in all directions, turning left and right, and stopped in front of an old-fashioned single-story courtyard.

The courtyard door creaked open the door, and the old man inside looked vigilant and used the mobile phone light to illuminate the person in front of the door.

He is the copper-faced man who escaped from Zuo Dao's hands, Duan Qiang.

At this time, he was wearing an overcoat, his swarthy face was pale, and his lips were even more chapped.

Seeing this, the old man's face changed: "Come in!" ”

He pushed open the courtyard door, the figure of the copper-faced man drilled, the old man looked vigilantly around the dim surroundings, and when he saw that there was no abnormality, he closed the courtyard door directly.

The old man turned around and was even more surprised, only to see that after the copper-faced man casually put the coat on his body on the ground, one of his arms disappeared without a trace, and there were wounds on many parts of his body.

"Deacon Duan, what's going on?" The old man was a little shocked.

The bronze-faced man called Deacon Duan shook his head and did not explain:

"It's not the time to take me to that place."

The old man led the copper-faced man to a room in the old mansion quickly, he opened the door slightly respectfully, his hand poked in, felt the switch, lit the light bulb, the dim yellow and weak light brought some light source inside, he watched the copper-faced man enter, and he stayed outside.

The room is only the size of a single room, and there is no other decoration except for the table at the front.

Duan Qiang stepped forward and walked straight to the table, on which there were regular candles, flowers and fruits, and a mobile phone.

He looked up at the wall, where a painting hung on it.

In the painting, under the dark atmosphere, there is a big eye overlooking it.

He looked at the painting, a little in a trance, with mixed emotions in his eyes, but also a touch of warm expectation and entanglement.

Duan Qiang retracted his gaze, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed it.

The phone was connected, and there was silence.

"Captain, it's me, something happened." Duan Qiang was the first to speak, his voice lowered.

"What's wrong, Ah Qiang, how is his health?" On the other end of the phone, a middle-aged voice said.

Duan Qiang looked at his broken arm, a little ashamed:

"I broke my arm, I wanted to go to a place to do something, but I didn't expect that there would be very powerful people one after another, and I almost planted it, and now I have entered a period of weakness, and I can't use my ability again in a short time."

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the comm:

"Ritual overclocked?"

"Hmm..."

"Leave, the final steps haven't started yet, you still have a choice."

Duan Qiang's face twitched:

"I don't want to, Captain, I'm still in battle, I... There's many, many things missing—" he slurred.

"I'll give you an address, you go over there to pick up something and then transfer it, and I'll call you when we meet later." Over there, the middle-aged voice thought for a moment.

"Okay." Duan Qiang seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and regained his spirits.

"If you give up this stronghold, sooner or later you will be found by your old colleagues."

"Yes, Captain."

Outside the room.

The old man heard the doorknob open, and he looked over with a little anticipation in his eyes.

"You... Talking to an elder on the phone? ”

Duan Qiang nodded expressionlessly:

"The elder said that I had something important to do in another place, and you are doing business as usual, and he said that you are doing well."

"Good, good, good...", the old man replied, and drew a gesture excitedly:

"Then I will replace the communication equipment, may he be in the world forever!"

"Like." Duan Qiang nodded, and also made a gesture with one hand, bowing his head, without any respect in his eyes.

When he walked to the courtyard, he picked up his coat with one hand, and the old man hurriedly helped him put it on his body.

Duan Qiang's figure who stepped out of the hospital stopped and looked at the energetic old man:

"Take care, this place, come less."

Without saying a word or waiting for a response, his figure disappeared into the night.

......

On the street, Duan Qiang was hurrying with his head down, avoiding the camera area as much as possible along the way.

At that moment, he heard the wind and roar behind him.

Turning his head, a sedan suddenly drove up, and his eyes shrank sharply.

Bang –

Crashing into the air, Duan Qiang was like a rag puppet, planted on the ground.

The sedan that crashed at a gallop left without looking back.

Everything seemed like it was meant to be.

But at this point,

Duan Qiang's fallen body climbed up a small paper figure.

It first took all the goods that Duan Qiang snatched from him, and then staggered and poked Duan Qiang's face.

I scratched my head, very annoyed.