When we arrived at the funeral home, I carried Ji Canghai back to my dormitory.
I finally reached the third floor, and two sneaky figures hurriedly walked towards the other end of the corridor.
Due to the distance, I couldn't see their faces clearly.
On the entire third floor, only Liu Shan and I live, and basically no other employees live here.
The security guard's dormitory is behind the security booth.
The two of them walked further and further away, glancing back at me from time to time.
The evil look in his eyes could not be concealed.
I didn't say a word, but stepped forward towards him, and their footsteps also accelerated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
As my pace quickened, I could already see the wide open door of my dormitory.
Seeing that they discovered me, I stopped pretending, left Ji Canghai behind, and ran after him.
These two people scurried out like rabbits, with me chasing after them.
"Bang!"
The two of them went out along the fire escape, and the iron door slammed shut.
"Bang!"
I pushed the door with one foot and one foot. The chain lock rattled when it was hit, but the iron door didn't move at all.
I quickly took out my phone and asked the security guard to seal the door first.
At this time, a rush of footsteps, amplified several times by the empty corridor, sounded behind me.
I suddenly stopped my feet and looked back to see Ji Canghai dashing over at a sprinting speed.
In this state, he doesn't look like a drunkard at all.
Could it be that he was just pretending?
Ji Canghai raised his sword eyebrows and stared at the chain lock with sweat glistening under his slightly twitching nose.
"Hold!"
He turned around suddenly, picked up the fire extinguisher in the corridor, and smashed it against the door lock.
"Boom!"
After a while, the door made a clattering sound, slowly hitting the ground like a slow-motion movie.
This scene makes me stupid.
After being stunned for a moment, Ji Canghai threw away the fire extinguisher, took out the half of the rope from his pocket, and tied it to his hand with a cold expression.
The next second, he had already rushed out.
Ji Canghai held the railing with one hand, flipped sideways in the air, and landed directly on the stairwell on the second floor.
One movement was smooth and flowing, without any hesitation.
I don't have the same physical skills as him, so I can only run down three steps and two steps at a time.
Fortunately, I was better at speed and could barely catch up with him.
Rushing out of the corridor, I happened to see the security guard fighting with the two thieves.
Our security guards are all recruited from the public by the curator.
All of them are good street fighters, and their special skills are in showing off their ferocity.
However, for such a group of people, they were beaten by two people and were unable to fight back.
The two thieves held long knives in their hands and stood back to back. Of the more than ten security guards, few could stand up.
These two people don't seem like little thieves.
At this time, Ji Canghai was like a cat, with his back arched, his feet suddenly kicked off the ground, and he ran towards the two thieves.
I picked up a brick from the ground and followed him into the crowd.
I saw Ji Canghai leaping into the air, his arms spread like eagle wings, and his knees curled up almost at a right angle. Like a cannonball, he hit the thief right in the chest.
The thief flew several meters horizontally, twitched a few times on the ground, and stopped moving.
Ji Canghai's skills can no longer be called boxing and kicking skills, they should be called killing skills.
I don’t know much about Kung Fu like Muay Thai.
But I can see that his attack is a killer move, leaving absolutely no room for error.
He is stronger than I thought.
I looked at the bricks in my hand and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
This thing is really redundant.
The remaining thieves were about to chop with their swords, but Ji Canghai's fists were obviously faster.
point.
"Bang!"
After a muffled sound, the hand wielding the knife stopped in mid-air, and Ji Canghai's fist stayed on his jaw.
I couldn't help but feel sorry for these two thieves. They stole something and met a perverted person like Ji Canghai.
Is this someone's ancestral grave you were digging into in your previous life?
Seeing that there was no movement from the two of them, Ji Canghai pounced directly on them, firing his fists left and right.
"Why!"
I quickly pulled him away, punching someone with the power to punch a hole in a cabinet or kill someone.
Unexpectedly, Ji Canghai pushed me hard, turned around and punched me again.
The moment I fell to the ground, I realized that it was true that he was drunk, and it was also true that he was sick now!
But I have never encountered this kind of thing, and I don't know how to help him get out. I can only stop him with brute force.
I hugged him from behind, and he turned around with a ferocious look on his face and punched me, hitting me squarely in the cheek.
These things made my head buzz and I almost fainted.
Several security guards wanted to come up to help, so I stopped them.
"Don't come here!"
He is now in a state of madness, trying to avoid unnecessary injuries.
However, at this moment, the fierce look on Ji Canghai's face gradually faded away, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light in his pupils.
Ignoring the pain, I crawled and grabbed his hand: "Look at me."
Ji Canghai looked around blankly, then lowered his head to look at his fists, then turned back to look at the two people behind him.
"Snapped!"
Ji Canghai suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself in the face.
Obviously, he knew he was sick.
I could feel that he hated it and was trying very hard to control himself.
This silent effort makes people feel distressed just looking at it.
