4 The Death of the Little Lotus Lady (II)

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The car bombing must have been the work of manpower, and the shadow of Li Tian flashed through my mind. Except for him, no one dares to come to the police's tiger whiskers at present. What should I do without Miz's support?

The little lady walked to the southeast corner of the hall, put the purple candle on the ground, and took out a piccolo and put it across her mouth, gently blowing a flute sound similar to the chirping of insects on a summer night. The scorpions began to flutter as the purple flames jumped, eventually crawling towards the candles, desperately scrambling to feed the fire.

There was a lot of skin and meat in the air, and the smell of burnt meat was terrible.

I held the phone and subconsciously chased the little lady's every move.

The scorpion's squeaky wail continued to mingle with the sound of her flute. A few minutes later, the poisonous scorpions were all burned to death, and every corner of the hall was filled with a foul smell.

Gu refiners never ended well, maybe they knew they were on a path of no return from the first day they joined this industry. Even if the little lady of Lotus has deliberately stayed away from this weird industry, in the end, people will still die in the sky, and there is no second choice.

"Goodbye, eagle. She beckoned to me, and a mist of blood rose up and down her body. The blood mist shrouded the candle, and the flame of the candle suddenly increased several times, like a torch in the dark night.

I waved silently as if I were at the station bidding farewell to an old friend who was about to leave for a long time. The blood mist lasted for more than two minutes, and the candle's flame was so powerful that it burst out and then suddenly extinguished. The hall suddenly darkened a lot, and in the haze, the body of the little lotus lady exploded like a firecracker with the most perfect craftsmanship, shattered into hundreds of pieces, and shattered and disappeared.

Death is the easiest, the little lady of the lotus has experienced the death of the old class in a few days, the determination of revenge, the fear of the future until she has to die, and the generosity of death, all the changes in thinking are born around the mysterious events of the Moonlight Hotel. Or rather, it revolves around the appearance and disappearance of the dragon elephant woman.

A copper clasp made a perfect arc past me, and I reached out to catch it, and it seemed that there was still residual warmth on her body.

"Goodbye friends. This sentence was also silently said to the old class in my heart at that time, and now it can only be given to the little lady Lotus in the same way.

It was still cold, hard concrete under my feet, and even if I stood here for 10,000 years, it would be useless, and I would need to find more helpers. I also deeply regret the incident where the police officer was badly injured, but I can't do anything for Meez.

The LCD screen in the elevator room lit up, and the stainless steel door also "ding", and the left and right sides were separated, and it was Hammerson standing inside.

I was ten paces away from the elevator, and I watched him stagger, take a step forward, and then slowly fall down, and before he could touch the ground, he had already split into a dozen pieces of his own accord, and scattered along with the clothes on his body. The elevator doors tried to close automatically, but were blocked by a part of his body, constantly expanding and retracting.

The thrilling death of the little lady of the lotus has numbed my nerves, and Hammerson's death is nothing more than an embellishment that has nothing to do with the big picture. I went upstairs through the stairs and entered the lobby, and after I didn't bother to look for Mitz, I directly used the phone on the counter to call the police, and briefly explained what happened on the third basement floor.

The female police officer who answered the phone asked my name one by one, but I didn't want to pay attention to her, snapped the phone, and walked out of the door with a vague step, walking aimlessly down a diagonal street to the east of the hotel.

I don't seem to have suffered such a serious setback since I broke into the rivers and lakes, and my friends, acquaintances, and policemen fell one by one, but I couldn't do anything about it, but I was helpless to face death again and again. Now I have to admit that in front of the Dragon Elephant Girl, my martial arts are not used at all, and I can't guess her next move.

The little lady of the lotus did not ask me to take good care of her children before she died, maybe she was really intimidated by the enemy, and completely lost the courage to resist the impending danger. Lao Ben's death had made her angry, but when she died, she was physically and mentally exhausted, and died mentally and physically, with indescribable depression.

"What can I do for them?" I sighed, looking up at the sky, two lines of salty liquid running through the corners of my mouth.

This is an unanswered question, my friend came for me, and I died before me, but I couldn't even give a decent explanation.

In the bright lights is a bar that still looks lively in the early hours of the morning, and the glare of colored paper on the revolving door reflects the colorful lights.

I pushed the door open and entered, and a cacophony of electronic music immediately hit me.

Two young hostesses bowed to me, "Which girl is you looking for?" The heavy makeup on their faces gave me the illusion of a living hell on earth, and the men and women on the stage writhing wildly to the music made me feel dizzy.

I pushed them away and walked straight to the bar and asked for a big glass of whiskey on the rocks, which I poured down my throat.

The soothing effect of alcohol made me feel a little better, but I couldn't forget the terrible wound under the little lady Lotus's ribs. Once upon a time, I had the ability and confidence to avenge my friends, but all the regrets they regretted after they died with hatred. Now I know I can't do it.

The people in the rivers and lakes are the most particular about "sticking a knife in the ribs for their friends", and Lao Ban and the little lady Lotus really did this, but what about me? So in the end, I took Leng Hannan's ashes and returned to Hong Kong Island without doing anything to experience the biggest setback of my life.

"No, that's not the end of the story?" I shook the ice cubes floating on top of the wine with a second glass of wine, and sneered to myself, "Chen Ying's rivers and lakes never have the word 'failure', right?"

I asked for another bottle of wine, and walked alone to the innermost dimly lit corner on the right, holding the glass in my hand to my chin, watching coldly at the young men writhing like snakes. This group of people seems carefree, as if everyone has a great tomorrow and a lot of youth to waste.

The black singer on stage shouted hoarsely: "The world is ours, the world is ours, ......"

I sneered in the dark: "The person who wrote the song must be crazy, this world does not belong to anyone, only to the strong for this second, and the strong will not be strong for a hundred years, and there will always be a time when you are disappointed and defeated." ”

The electronic music was lowered to the point of recess between the two dances.

When there was a bang, the Emperor's bell in the bar was struck heavily, and when the sound stopped, it was obvious that the man who rang the bell was already eight points drunk.

"Every table tonight is mine, do you know who I am?" shouted the bell-ringer in English.

Some people who joined in the excitement responded: "If you ring the emperor's bell, you are the emperor tonight, you are the emperor......"

The man jumped onto the counter and waved violently: "No, no, I'm not the emperor, I'm the king of thieves in the world." You guys...... You guys have to recognize me, you have to recognize me, and come back to everyone's wallet hahaha-"

He unbuttoned his tight leather jacket and dozens of purses of various brands landed on the counter with a clatter.

This scene stunned everyone at the scene, and they were dumbfounded for a moment, only the sound system on the side of the stage played another prelude to a slow rocking song.

I gradually saw that the man's face was indeed a drunken Sikong Xing, and the sides of his cheeks, nose, and forehead were covered with blood-red lip prints.

He really went too far by playing the game of stealing wallets here. After all, there are underworld thugs in the bar who watch the scene, and they will definitely cause a big mess. I wandered around, trying to find the shadow of Cai Xiaofo, but between the crowds, men and women of all colors were crowded together, and my eyes were all dazzled, and I didn't find the Buddha who was inseparable from the stars.

"Guys, please get your wallets back, I'm just playing a little joke with you. Next, everyone let go of their bellies, eat and drink, and I will take care of which lady you like, and I will cover all the bills, hahahahaha......" Sikong Xingxing laughed presumptuously, really regarded himself as a high emperor, and comically twisted his ass on the counter and danced the South American hula.

The people crowded in front of the counter suddenly burst into loud curses, and several tall men rushed over to grab Sikong Xingxing's feet, which he deftly avoided, and by the way, he flew left and right, and kicked two of them in the forehead.

The "thump" sound of the glass bottle smashing on the table was heard one after another, which was the best weapon in the bar fight, and the enraged drunks did not know the depth of the shot, and they could do anything to vent their anger.

"I'm afraid I'll have to hang flowers again this time, what do you say?" a lazy voice rang out from under the table in front of me.

"Buddha, is it you?" I don't know whether to laugh or thunder and rage, and the two living treasures finally appeared at the same time.

Cai Xiaofo carried a beer bottle and shook it out, lay down on the sand weakly, and moved his feet up by the way.

"It's still up to you to save the eagle, but please hurry up, the thugs in this bar are arrogant, and they will kill at any moment. I'm sorry, I slept for a while first, and after drinking all day, I'm really tired. He dropped the bottle, turned over comfortably, buried his head in the crook of his arm, and soon fell asleep.

Sikong Xingxing was still jumping around the counter, and at this time, the drunks who were watching were all pushed away, leaving only seven or eight burly young men to surround him.

"Haha, who would dare to come up, watch me kick him in the head!" he was so drunk that he couldn't see that anyone had already started pulling out a gun.

I got up and walked out, and saw me from afar, and shouted, "Hey, Eagle, I'm here, I'm here—" If he wasn't drunk, he could have jumped in the air to join me, but several pistols appeared at the same time and pointed at him at close range.

"There's something to say, there's something to say. I slid down on my tiptoes on a bar stool, and I had already jumped to Sikong Xingxing's side, reaching out and holding his shoulder. Sikong picked up the stars, sat down staggeredly, with a smirk on his face, and lay down on the spot, like Cai Xiaofo, and fell asleep.

These two people have always been in trouble like this, and when I got into a fight, they immediately lay down and pretended to be dead, and threw all the mess to me to deal with. This is true on Hong Kong Island, and it is still true in Cairo.

"Friends, my brother has drunk too much, and the purpose of making a joke with everyone is just to remind everyone to beware of thieves. Now the wallet is here, please take it back for yourself, add another bottle of good wine to each table tonight, and record it in my account, please give me a face, okay?"

As long as it can be done with money, it is not a big deal, and I hope that it will be able to calm things down and not expand the situation.

"Who are you?" asked a young man with a mustache on his lips viciously.

I dragged Sikong Xingxing and jumped off the counter together, and replied casually: "My surname is Chen." ”

The other man's pistol was pointed straight up to my temple, and the other hand reached for my waist, searching for a weapon.

As soon as my right arm flipped over the gun, I slammed the guy out of the way and knocked over a large row of barstools.

"Don't just put a gun at someone's head, be careful that it will go off. I let go of my hand, and the pistol with the safety open clicked and landed on the counter.

The underworld has the rules of the underworld, sometimes guns are just things to scare people, and no one dares to shoot and kill people casually. Besides, how could these people kill me? I just don't know anything like this little person.