Chapter 368 Undercurrent
Chapter 369 Appears
All hell breaks loose.
The entire Yecheng was completely in chaos.
The shadow of death hangs over everyone.
The clouds gradually blocked the sunshine, and the city became gloomy.
Yecheng has never been a peaceful city.
Bizarre murder cases, strange urban legends, and dangerous criminal organizations are all hidden in its bustling traffic and neon lights.
Today is a disaster for the common man.
But for others, it’s a feast!
Occasionally, a few wild cats pass by in secluded areas of the narrow streets.
A few crows flew under the low eaves, adding a bit of danger and weirdness.
Solitaire's dangerous speech drives residents out of their houses in search of a group of nine.
This street is an extremely poor neighborhood in Yecheng. Both sides of the street are filthy. But now, neatly dressed residents and ragged homeless people gather together to "hug together for warmth."
However... there are also some sneaky people who are hunched over, hiding in the darkness, and their eyes are scanning everyone dangerously.
At this time, a tall man wearing a black trench coat walked slowly from the depths of the alley with a strange but elegant posture.
He was very thin, with long, slightly curly hair scattered on his back. His body leaned forward slightly, and his shoulders trembled slightly as he moved forward, as if he was coughing.
The person hiding in the dark with ulterior motives accidentally caught a glimpse of the man's face, his face turned pale, and he did not dare to look further.
At this time, nine people gathered together behind a curtain door on the street.
The dim orange light illuminated the long black iron table, with a blueprint placed on it.
All eight people's eyes fell on the only sitting man.
Only the person sitting was wearing a decent suit.
"This is an opportunity." The man in the suit looked at the people around him seriously. "No matter who the person on the TV is, for the nine of us, this is a great thing. Yecheng is basically paralyzed now, and we There is only one goal, go to the bank, get the money, and leave. Do you understand? ”
All the men in the suit responded in unison: "Understood!"
"Boom——"
Almost at the same time as they answered, the rolling shutter door burst open with a loud bang.
The dim skylight reflected the visitor's back.
A thin, slender man with a slightly forward body raised his right hand to hold the rolling shutter door.
"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."
A slight cough came from his throat, and his long, slightly curly hair trembled with his cough.
"Who!"
The complexion of the leading man in a suit changed and he stood up suddenly!
The eight people around them immediately took out their pistols and pointed them at the rolling shutter door.
"Ahem..."
The man released his hand holding the rolling shutter door and walked from the door into the orange light.
At this moment, everyone could clearly see the face of the thin man in front of them.
So white...without a trace of blood!
What's even weirder is that his mouth is strangely red, as if... it was smeared with blood.
Under the orange light, the man slowly raised his head.
In a pair of bloodshot eyes... half calm, half crazy!
After catching a glimpse of the nervousness and seriousness of the group, he smiled, licked his already bright red lips, and whispered: "Shoot?"
His voice was very clear, but his tone was full of weirdness. Coupled with his pale complexion and creepy temperament, this group of people did not dare to act rashly.
"You think I don't dare?"
The leading man in a suit was not frightened. He immediately loaded the gun and walked directly in front of the man, pointing the gun directly between his eyebrows.
However, the man turned a blind eye to his threat and actually grabbed the drawings on the table and glanced at them.
"Robbing a bank?"
He seemed to be asking, but before waiting for the other party to answer, he laughed twice: "What a pitiful ambition."
"Damn——"
The whole room was filled with rage, and all the bullets were loaded on the man.
"Believe it or not, if you keep pretending to be a ghost, I will beat you to death today!"
"Really?"
The man raised his eyes and glanced at the man in the suit. He seemed to feel a little uncomfortable. He pushed forward, which actually caused the gun in front of his forehead to recoil.
"You..."
The man in the suit stared, and was about to say something, suddenly! All he saw was blurry eyes, and a sharp pain came from his wrist!
The hand holding the gun instantly lost strength.
However, the sound of the gun falling to the ground did not sound. When the man in the suit came to his senses, his gun was pressed against his own forehead.
The man holding the gun turned into the long-haired man opposite.
"Let him go!"
"Son of a bitch..."
"Put the gun down!"
The man in the suit's men panicked.
"Who gave you the picture?"
The long-haired man didn't pay attention to their meaning at all and said to himself.
"I...I don't know what you are talking about..."
With the gun pressed against his head, the man in the suit suddenly started to sweat.
"And...these guns," the long-haired man casually pointed the gun at the man in the suit's head, "You idiots don't look like people who know how to use guns."
"Boss! I must kill him!"
"Damn, this grandson..."
"Shut up!"
The man in the suit yelled, and the room fell silent.
"A low-level crime dominated by emotions," the man looked at the man in the suit with pity, "it's really sad."
"Who are you? Detective?"
The man in the suit was ridiculed like this, and his face was already filled with anger.
"Me?" The man raised his head, his eyes, half calm and half crazy, scanning everyone's faces.
"A living dead."
The man in the suit had a sarcastic smile on his face and said: "It turns out he is a madman."
"Shit, you suddenly got in and pretended to be a ghost, go to hell!"
Next to him, a strong man suddenly stared.
However, before he could make an attack, he clutched his throat and fell to the ground.
"Ho-save-save me-"
The strong man clutched his throat desperately, his eyes were full of fear, and blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, and he fell to the ground crookedly.
Everyone looked at the long-haired man in horror. He quickly stretched out his left hand and crushed the strong man's Adam's apple with three fingers in an instant...
"Do you understand what I mean?"
The long-haired man spoke again.
Although his tone was still calm, the man in the suit had goosebumps all over his body.
"It's...a young man gave it to me...he wanted me to create a case and cause riots in Yecheng..."
"Looks."
"I don't know...he's wearing a mask..."
"Why do you know he is a young man?" the long-haired man continued to ask.
"I saw his hands... His hands are very young... By the way!" The man in the suit wiped the sweat from his head, "He is a doctor, probably a surgeon!"
"The reason."
"There are traces of long-term sutures on his fingers, and there are knife wounds on his hands..."
"Very good."
The long-haired man smiled and slowly retreated towards the door.
"I'm very satisfied. Next, continue your low-level criminal behavior."
After saying that, he threw the gun away, and the man in the suit hurriedly caught it. The group of people were about to shoot, but found that there was no one at the door.
……
At the end of the dark and narrow corridor, Yang Wanlong stood there quietly.
With his last hope, he wanted to find Bai Yanren to find a solution.
However...he discovered when he entered the dark room.
The door closed to Bai Yanren has been opened.
But there was no one in the house.
(End of chapter)