He hurried to the toilet and took out the device in a panic.
A small communicator.
When you press a number, there are all busy tones and nothing else.
Seeing this scene, Yao Fujiang suddenly felt his heart sink to the bottom. Unwilling to give up, he pressed other communication buttons one after another. The result was no difference, the signal was still busy, or no matter who he contacted, the communicator did not respond at all. There was no doubt that he was affected by the supernatural. Due to power interference, not only the mobile phone cannot be used, but even the communicator produced by the curse has its signal blocked.
(It would be great if He Fei was awake. The spiritual link that is completely uninterrupted by supernatural powers would be useful.)
After confirming that the communication was invalid, Yao Fujiang was sweating profusely and he was as confused as an ant on a hot pot.
(There is no signal and no one can be contacted. What should I do? What should I do? Damn it, damn it...)
………
The third day of the supernatural mission, Senyun Town, 10:07 am.
It was speculated that in this supernatural mission, the worms would only kill people in a regular order, and that the executor would be okay for the time being. After leaving the house, everyone dispersed and rushed to various locations to start collecting food.
A street in a small town.
Currently, Zhao Ping, Gao Jikun and Liu Dong who are following are here, standing in front of a private house with the door closed.
Seeing that the man with glasses was looking at him frequently, Gao Jikun, who was very eye-catching, moved to the side. Without waiting for the other party's instructions, he took the initiative to walk to the door, kicked the door open hard, and the three of them filed in.
The result was just as expected. As soon as they arrived at the door, a rancid smell hit their faces. The smell was so strong that it was beyond imagination. It choked the three of them on the spot. Liu Dong even had the urge to turn around and leave. , Of course, the impulse was just an impulse after all. Seeing that Zhao Ping continued to walk in with an expressionless face, General Manager Liu had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow in. In the end, the three of them found a pile of fragments in the corner of the living room. Disgusting corpses that have begun to grow maggots. Yes, if these small town residents were all killed the day before the executioners arrived, then as time passes and as time goes by, these people who are exposed to the sultry air The corpse has naturally begun to rot and stink. Compared with the fishy smell of the previous two days, the smell emitted by the corpse has become more pungent.
But so what?
In order not to starve to death due to lack of food, and to avoid the embarrassing situation of being starved to death instead of being killed by the hawks, the executors will naturally not give up collecting food because of the unpleasant smell, just like Zhao Ping at this moment. After looking at the body, he immediately walked into the kitchen expressionlessly.
"Well, there's no danger anyway. Why don't I collect it here, and you two go to the two houses next door. We can collect it separately, so it will be faster."
For some reason, just as Gao Jikun and Liu Dong were following Zhao Ping into the kitchen, Zhao Ping suddenly made a request and suggested that they collect the items separately before they could rummage around.
Um?
As soon as these words came out, both of them were stunned. Afterwards, the two reacted differently. After listening to the suggestion, Fatty was fine. Although he was a newcomer, he was still an executor. He did not dare to disobey the orders of the seniors. Only Liu Donglue He was obviously confused and didn't know how to answer for a moment. The man's reaction was actually quite understandable. First of all, you have to understand that he, Liu Dong, had been following Zhao Ping just for safety. But now the other party asked the three of them to collect separately. There is no need to be afraid of the men with glasses. , but for him, Liu Dong was an extremely bad arrangement, because he knew that the main target of killing was their group of white-collar workers. Once he separated from Zhao Ping, whom he regarded as a life-saving straw... God knows what would happen. What happened?
Thinking of this, the corner of the man's mouth twitched, and his confusion became more obvious.
It was obvious that General Manager Liu did not want to disperse, but unfortunately Zhao Ping's next words forced him to do so honestly.
"Mr. Liu, if my memory serves me correctly, you seemed to have promised before coming here that you would definitely follow my arrangements, right?"
What do you mean by shooting yourself in the foot? This was like shooting himself in the foot. Liu Dong never expected that the words and pleas he made in the living room would be used by the other party and became the perfect reason for the other party to defend himself. Finally, after hearing this, he saw the glasses again. The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and Liu Dong, who was unwilling to go back on his words, finally nodded in agreement, and then agreed again. Maybe he thought of something during this period. After nodding his head, the man tentatively asked: "Then Mr. Zhao, when we finish collecting separately, After the food…”
Although Liu Dong hadn't finished what he said later, how could Zhao Ping not understand what the other party meant? He nodded and reassured the man: "After collecting, naturally we will regroup outside this house, and then go to other houses to look for food. After all, it is always good to collect more food. Mr. Liu, do you have any objections?"
"Uh, no, no, then I'll go next door and have a look."
Half a minute later.
Through the window, I watched the frightened Liu Dong and Gao Jikun walk out of the house, and saw the two rushing to the left and right sides respectively. In the kitchen, Zhao Ping did not take out the sacks as expected, did not collect food, and did not even move. Move a little, just stare out the window silently, making no movement for a long time.
No one knows the reason for this, and no one knows why the man with glasses stood in front of the window for a long time and stared at the outside world. The only thing that is known is that the man is very patient and silent from beginning to end like an old monk in meditation.
until……
About a minute later, through the window, I saw a person running out of the house that I had just entered.
Da da da.
A rush of footsteps came from far and near, and within a moment, Gao Jikun had returned to the kitchen and returned to Zhao Ping.
What's even more weird is that when the fat man arrived in the kitchen and stood behind him in front of the window, Zhao Ping still didn't look back. He neither showed a strange look on his face nor looked back to observe the fat man who was returning. He didn't say a word, not even a trace. There was no reaction at all. As for Gao Jikun, he didn't say a word after realizing that the man's back was turned to him, and just stared at Zhao Ping's back with solemn eyes.
The scene was silent for a moment, and the atmosphere was strange.
The eerie silence lasted for about a minute. Then, the man with glasses moved and turned around first. While staring at the other person, he asked in a slightly playful tone: "Huh? Gao Jikun, didn't you go next door to collect food?" ?Why are you back again?"
Listening to the bespectacled man's question, the next moment, Gao Jikun raised the corners of his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and directly replied something that was not what the question was asked: "Hey, I admit that Mr. Zhao is a smart man, and a very smart one. Even so, but I'm not an idiot. As early as when you ordered me and Liu Dong, I noticed that your left little finger has been pointing at me deliberately. As expected...Mr. Zhao, do you want to push Liu Dong away and then be alone if you have any words? Tell me?"
After hearing Gao Jikun's answer, the man with glasses simply nodded.
"Mr. Zhao, let's not talk behind the scenes now. My biggest characteristic is that I see things thoroughly and have self-awareness, so I will never be so arrogant as to ask senior people to ensure my personal safety, and my real request is also Not too high. I just hope that Mr. Zhao will take care of me while ensuring his own safety and try his best to help me survive this mission. How about it? This is not too much to ask, right? If Mr. Zhao agrees, then I am willing to do anything for you. thing."
Zhao Ping nodded after a moment of silence and replied: "Well, the request is not too much. I agreed, but I can only say that I will do my best."
"Do your best? It's very rare to get such an uncertain guarantee from Mr. Zhao. Tell me, what does Mr. Zhao want me to do next?"
Yes, despite the fact that the conversation between Zhao Ping and Gao Jikun just sounded like a charade, and the words of both parties were unclear, it is actually very easy to understand. As Gao Jikun said, because people have always been shrewd and devoted to survival, he has been talking about it since he entered the house. Paying attention to Zhao Ping, he also discovered the other party's hint through observation, and discovered this hint that was difficult to detect. Some people may be confused after seeing this, wondering why he had to talk to the other party alone if he had something to say. Do you want to use small movements that are extremely difficult to detect to hint to the other party? .
how so? The reason is very simple. The reason is that the man with glasses has his own thoughts. To put it simply, it can be regarded as a test for Gao Jikun. If Gao Jikun can detect the hint, then his plan will proceed as scheduled, and once The fat man couldn't notice that if he simply collected food as instructed, he would change the plan temporarily. It's hard to say which of the two plans is better and which one is worse. The final result may even be the same. The truth seems to be like this, but what about Zhao Ping? I still had to test it, but the test came out unexpectedly. I didn't expect Gao Jikun to actually notice it.
Back to the topic, seeing Gao Jikun's words being so clear and straightforward, Zhao Ping stopped writing ink and playing riddles. As the fat man finished speaking, the man with glasses changed. His face that was calm just now turned cold and cold. He raised his feet solemnly and approached Gao Jikun, next...
He brought his mouth to his ear and whispered:
"Go and kill Zhang Zhiyong for me. Do it quickly and don't be discovered by anyone. It's best not to see anyone alive but not dead!"
………
It is true that the sound of the glasses is very low, so low that it is difficult to hear clearly when not close to the eyes, but it is precisely this subtle whisper that makes people shudder in Gao Jikun's ears!
The corners of his mouth began to twitch, his expression became complicated, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Gudu."
Swallowing, he turned his head and stared at Zhao Ping with surprise and confusion, and asked in a low voice to the man's cold face: "Mr. Zhao... you, what are you..."
Before the words ended, Zhao Ping said again before him: "Don't ask me why, I just need you to give me an accurate answer, yes or no."
After hearing this, Gao Jikun was entangled and hesitant for a moment, and at the same time, the beads of sweat on his forehead became more and more obvious at this moment.
In fact, it was normal for Gao Jikun to have such a reaction. Although he had just promised that he would do anything for the other party, he still did not expect that the other party would actually ask him to kill someone!
Killing, what is this concept? Although in the real world, Gao Jikun himself is not a good person, he is good at speculating and benefiting himself at the expense of others. Sometimes he even has some contacts with the underworld and even political agencies for the sake of business. Over the years, Gao Jikun has also learned about the dark nature of society. Quite profound, and at the same time, he also understands the nature of human nature much better than the average person, but, but, when it comes to killing, especially killing with his own hands...
Staring at Gao Jikun and the fat man's face that alternated between blue and white, Zhao Ping did not urge him, but just waited and observed silently.
Time passed by second by second, and the atmosphere became more and more depressing.
His breathing became heavier and he sweated more.
Then, Zhao Ping got an answer and got the answer.
"call!"
After a fierce ideological struggle, his expression was suddenly startled, and his eyes suddenly showed a cold light. He took a long breath and saw that the expression of Gao Jikun, who had just lowered his head in thought, changed. The fat man suddenly raised his head and stared. Zhao Ping said: "Okay, leave it to me. I promise to complete this matter according to Mr. Zhao's wishes."
After saying that, without waiting for Zhao Ping to answer, Gao Jikun kept a cold expression and reached out to hold a kitchen knife in his hand. He lifted up his clothes on his back and inserted the knife into his belt. Finally, he silently left the kitchen and walked out of the house, heading straight outside.
Yes, Zhao Ping didn't talk nonsense during the whole process, and Gao Jikun didn't talk nonsense. They didn't ask the man with glasses from the beginning to the end why he wanted to kill Zhang Zhiyong. First of all, he knew that even if he asked the other party, he wouldn't say anything about it. Moreover, at this moment, he also knew that there were some There was nothing for him to worry about, he only needed to complete the tasks assigned by Zhao Ping. In addition, through this matter, Fatty also came to a general inference, that is...
The bespectacled man surnamed Zhao seems to be at odds with the other senior members of the team.
The reason is not difficult to understand. Let’s not talk about how Zhao Ping’s killing of Zhang Zhiyong is related to the other party’s plan. It stands to reason that if killing Zhang Zhiyong will help Yu find a way out, then the best candidate to kill Zhang Zhiyong will not be Gao Jikun no matter what. The killer named Cheng Ying, the soldier named Peng Hu, or Chen Xiaoyao, any one of these three people has the ability to kill easily. Unexpectedly, Zhao Ping left the matter to him in the end. Obviously, From this point alone, we can guess that the other party's plan is a personal idea and has not been discussed with other senior people. Perhaps he is afraid that other senior people will object.
The steps moved and he pushed the door open.
Gao Jikun left with a cold expression on his face. Looking through the window at the fat man's retreating back, Zhao Ping slowly stretched out his hand, adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile.
………
"You Know I still Love You d it will never change. Oh yeah!"
At present, Chen Xiaoyao was relaxed and happy. He shook his head and saw that the young man was singing a foreign language song that he did not understand while rummaging around in the bedroom cabinet. Not far behind him, there were two piles of bloody flesh. Although the stench filled the air, he didn't care about the broken corpse at all with a shuddering expression on his face. He was still humming the song and still immersed in searching, rummaging through the scattered objects like a treasure hunt.
This scene was witnessed by someone, and Zhang Zhiyong, who just walked into the bedroom carrying half a sack of cabbage, looked at him.
Seeing this, the man suddenly felt angry, and an unknown evil fire arose spontaneously.
Perhaps due to the sudden increase in pressure due to recent encounters, or the sudden death of colleagues, Zhang Zhiyong's temper has changed. Since Zhang Qifeng's death, Zhang Zhiyong has become increasingly frightened and has gradually become suspicious of Zhao Ping's identity. He even scolded him in the living room not long ago. I yelled at the other party, and my anger was beyond words. Fortunately, Liu Dong's timely consolation had some effect. Of course, when I thought about it, Liu Dong's words were quite right. Anyway, the killing of the female wolf was unavoidable and there was no way to escape. In this case, it would be better to cling to Zhao Ping and his gang. After all, these people's identities are quite mysterious, and maybe they can really help them get through the difficulties.
Based on the above thoughts, coupled with the unwillingness to die at such a young age, and influenced by the slim hope, Zhang Zhiyong followed Liu Dong's instructions after calming down, followed by the self-proclaimed Taoist Chen Xiaoyao, and then rushed to nearby houses together. Searching for food in the room, influenced by movies and TV dramas, at first Zhang Zhiyong thought that since this guy was a Taoist priest, his performance should be as unpredictable as the impression of a Taoist master. At the worst, he should be calm and calm. However……
What surprised him was that Chen Xiaoyao not only had no image of a master along the way, but also talked nonsense with him all over the world. This guy first talked about how to use Street Fighter's special moves. He also talked to him about the symbol of beauty. Finally, faced with such reality, Zhang Zhiyong was shocked and gradually began to doubt the other person, wondering whether this person was a Taoist priest.
The matter was not over yet. If he was only doubtful along the way, then as he entered a private house, what happened next made him dumbfounded.
Because the purpose was to find food, Zhang Zhiyong rushed to the kitchen to fill the vegetables with the bag he took out. Unexpectedly, after finishing his work, he found that this guy named Chen Xiaoyao not only did not look for food like him, but instead hummed a ditty in the bedroom. Rummaging through boxes and cabinets!
"You...what are you doing? If you're not looking for food, what are you doing here?"
Listening to Zhang Zhiyong's angry words behind him, Chen Xiaoyao stopped humming casually, and immediately complained in an impatient tone without looking back: "Oh, you are so annoying. If you finish collecting the food, then sit in the living room and wait for me. Just a moment, didn’t you see that I’m busy now?”
"Busy? What are you busy with?" Seeing that the other party seemed to be rummaging endlessly, Zhang Zhiyong asked casually out of curiosity.
"Of course I'm looking for Cai Chenglin's concert album."
The scene was silent and there was no sound. Except for the young man who was still rummaging around, there was no sound in the bedroom.
At this moment, in addition to the blue veins gradually showing on his forehead, Zhang Zhiyong finally confirmed that the guy in front of him was definitely not a Taoist priest. He looked like a complete joke! Thinking about how he followed the other person and hoped to be protected before, looking back now, this idea is so ridiculous.
"Then you look for it slowly, I'm going back!"
After saying these words coldly, Zhang Zhiyong, who was full of anger, turned around and left without hesitation.
Needless to say, because he was too disappointed, the man refused to accompany him and was no longer willing to continue playing with him.
"etc."
However, just as Zhang Zhiyong was about to walk out of the room, a voice came from behind him. Looking back, he saw Chen Xiaoyao slowly turning his head, and then said something to the man in a calm tone, something inexplicable: "Are you going to Do you want to leave alone? If I were you, I would not leave. Instead, I would wait patiently and always stay with the Taoist priest in front of me. As the saying goes, a Taoist cannot be judged by his appearance, and the sea water cannot be measured. You cannot always look at things only by their appearance. Maybe this Maybe a Taoist priest can really protect you."
"snort!"
Although Chen Xiaoyao's tone was calm and pointed when he spoke, and his expression was more serious, unfortunately, it had no effect on Zhang Zhiyong who no longer believed in his identity as a Taoist priest. As expected, when Chen Xiaoyao finished speaking, Zhang Zhiyong snorted coldly. , did not answer, and still strode towards the door. In addition, he concluded that the other party was a fake Taoist priest. In this case, it would be better to return as soon as possible.
Turning a deaf ear, turning a blind eye, without any answer, he just snorted and walked away.
Soon, as Zhang Zhiyong left the door and drifted away, until the footsteps completely disappeared in the distance from the door, in the bedroom, Chen Xiaoyao shrugged, without any special reaction, just made a strange movement with his left hand and shook his head and sighed. He turned around and continued to look for things. This time he did not continue humming. He muttered to himself and read a passage in classical Chinese that was difficult to understand:
"It's hard to predict whether it's blessing or disaster. Success or failure comes back to the Spring and Autumn Period. Wisdom without fate is as far as the eye can see. Life and death are determined by one's own destiny."
"Infinite Heavenly Lord."
………
Da da da.
He kept walking and looking around. Currently, Peng Hu was walking alone on a silent street in a small town. He was observing as he walked. His bald head kept looking at the houses on both sides. He seemed to be hesitating about which collection house to enter. Food, however, due to the obstruction of the building, Peng Hu did not notice a person hiding next to a nearby house.
In the corner, squatted a slightly fat man. The man curled up cautiously and stayed still. If you look carefully, you will find that this man is Gao Jikun.
In fact, since he and Zhao Ping separated, Fatty has been running around, moving repeatedly in the small streets of the town, searching back and forth. In addition to looking for traces of Zhang Zhiyong, his brain has been running fast. First of all, he knows that the town It's so big, it's not difficult to find Zhang Zhiyong. What's really difficult is the opportunity. The opportunity to make a move. Originally, the fat man was thinking about it, but unexpectedly, he was only halfway through thinking when a burly figure turned the corner in front of him.
Seeing this, the fat man was startled and hurriedly ran to the corner of a private house and ducked down to avoid it.
As the saying goes, a thief has a guilty conscience. It was obvious that Gao Jikun didn't want the bald man to see him.
Opposite, after looking around for a long time, he seemed to have finally selected his target. Then, under the gaze of Gao Jikun, Peng Hu kicked open the door of a private house on the right, and then strode in.
It wasn't until the other party completely entered the house and disappeared that Gao Jikun slowly walked out from behind the wall, and soon began to move as before, running in a certain direction.
As mentioned above, Gao Jikun was very careful from beginning to end, but in fact...
There was always a pair of eyes staring at him silently from dozens of meters behind him...
