In the box, the bronze-faced man who was about to leave stiffened.
A muffled groan.
Paper swords were inserted into his joints.
One after another faceless paper figures appeared around him.
Immediately afterwards, on the shoulder of the copper-faced man, a small paper man stood up and heard an indistinguishable voice:
"Where is Li Jia?" Zuo Dao asked.
These paper figures were naturally made using the art of paper cutting.
In the past week, in addition to studying the affairs of the General Affairs Bureau, he has not been idle in these aspects. After seeing the opponent's face lost in the mask battle, he knew that he was a "breakaway" member of Li Jia's family.
"I don't know what you are talking about. Who are you?" Li Jia's heart sank. He knew that he could not do better, but he still struggled.
At this time, Duan Qiang could only hear the paper man laughing softly next to his ear, and said softly:
"You can play dumb, but then you're of no use to me."
As soon as these words came out, the copper-faced man's heart twitched.
If it is a harsh or cold question, or a severe torture, the strong period will not cause any disturbance, because it means that you have value and you can always find some opportunities.
But the indifference to life and death in the other person's words made him feel cold.
This is an absolute killer.
He dared to use his many years of experience in facing criminals as a guarantee.
"It's impossible to survive in his hands!" he thought.
Immediately, his expression became stern, as if he had forced the fat man to death before. He never thought that retribution would come so quickly.
An invisible force moved among the bronze-faced men, and the paper-faced men seemed to sense something was wrong, and they wanted to kill them.
"Ritual overclocking·Secret turns——"
With a thought in his mind, the figure of the copper-faced man disappeared without a trace, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground, a completely dead and withered arm, and the paper sword that was originally inserted into the opponent's joints floated out of thin air, but the target was lost.
With a click, the figure of Zuo Dao walked out of the bathroom in the private room. He looked at the traces on the ground and touched his chin.
"Isn't it said that the ceremony is difficult? Why do I feel that everyone has it?" Zuo Dao used the paper spirit to pick up the withered arm and observe the auspiciousness.
"Is this the price of the ceremony?"
Over the past few days, Zuo Dao has learned that the ritual is not only dangerous in the early stage, but also has different costs at critical moments, such as being hindered or triggered by "overclocking".
For example, the state after the fat man forcibly broke through the interference of the copper-masked man, and the cost of escaping after the copper-masked man was subdued by Zuo Dao.
With this in mind, Zuo Dao took a photo of the crime scene and sent it to Tong Yan, and briefly described the incident. He only said that he was with the other party. After the transaction was completed, the copper-faced man had a conflict with the host of the venue and disappeared, while he was in the room. After being "robbed" and losing both money and goods, I finally came here to observe the aftermath.
Later, a situation similar to space transfer occurred and I arrived inside the bar. Now I want to leave first to ensure safety. Zuo Dao said "carefully described", and the tone of the text chatting with Tong Yan was 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 first to calm down his shock. The reason why he came here would be submitted later... and he would also let himself think about how to compile it.
He was not afraid that others would find flaws in this "report". At that time, he, Fatty and Li Jia were the only ones in the group. Fatty was not online when he was fighting Li Jia. Zuo Dao also had a little confidence, but the other party did not. After discovering his paper spirit, even if the people from the General Affairs Bureau find these two people later, they will have a natural alibi.
At this time, Tong Yan replied, asking Zuo Dao to leave first and expressing her approval of his idea. As for the rest, she would leave it to her colleagues to deal with, and she would also help respond to Zuo Dao's "loss" of money.
At this point, it comes to an end for now.
As for the copper-faced man's escape, Zuo Dao didn't seem to be bothered by the old god's presence. He left the box as if nothing had happened and found that everything in the nightclub was operating normally and nothing happened.
"Either the fat man has given up on this place completely, or he is very confident in the foundation of the nightclub, and nothing can be found here."
While thinking, he walked to the box that led him to the dark room before.
After entering, he checked the wall where the fat man was based on his memory, and found that there was no mechanism and it was all solid.
"Sure enough, it was like entering a peach blossom garden. From the moment he entered here, he secretly started the ritual and led everyone to the trading venue in an unknown location.
"But judging from their previous words during the fight, this ritual must have great limitations and limited abilities. Otherwise, with such a strange ability, even if there are some attack methods, let alone killing a copper-faced man, this fat man can definitely Hairy people and goods every day.
"Hmm... maybe that's why the fat man maintains a "fair" attitude. He couldn't help but think about it until today, but why? What is there in this person that is more worthy of the fat man breaking his own rules?
"The reward angle alone is untenable. The current arrests of Li Jia's family are internal pursuits, and there is no actual reward amount. There is no reason for the fat man to take such a big risk to do such a thing, unless the fat man may be involved with the gang. Contact the people in the affairs bureau.
"It's a pity that I didn't attach a paper spirit to the fat man, otherwise I really wanted to arrest him and question him."
Zuo Dao, who was touching his chin, was very interested in research and analysis.
At this time, his spiritual sense stirred, and a signal came from a certain direction.
Zuo Dao sketched a smile:
"Where to run, young man..."
...
Late night, old town.
This is a group of old-fashioned buildings in Huacheng City. Due to various reasons, this area has never been developed.
Due to various reasons, this place has become the preferred habitat for people from all three religions and nine streams.
It is also full of human fireworks.
There was a figure who seemed to be stumbling quickly as he walked in the alley that extended in all directions. He turned left and right and stopped in front of an old-fashioned single-story courtyard. He raised his hand with difficulty and clapped it.
The courtyard door creaked open, and the old man inside used the light of his mobile phone to illuminate the people in front of the door with a vigilant look.
He is Duan Qiang, the bronze-faced man who escaped from Zuo Dao.
At this time, he was wearing a coat, his dark face was pale, and his lips were chapped.
Seeing this, the old man's expression changed: "Come in quickly!"
He pushed open the courtyard door, and the copper-faced man stepped out. The old man looked at the dim surroundings warily, and closed the courtyard door directly when he saw nothing unusual.
The old man turned around and was even more surprised. He saw that the copper-faced man casually put the coat on his body and it was still on the ground. One of his arms disappeared without a trace, and there were wounds on many parts of his body. The old man hurried forward and found that the fracture was different from other parts. The wound was extremely dry, which was why the bronze-masked man did not bleed to death. Obviously, Duan Qiang took special treatment.
"Deacon Duan, what happened?" The old man was a little shocked.
The bronze-faced man named Deacon Duan shook his head without explaining:
"This is not the time to talk about this. Take me to that place."
The old man led the copper-faced man quickly to the first room of the old house. He opened the door with some respect, reached inside, touched the switch, and lit the light bulb. The dim yellow light brought some light inside. , he watched the copper-faced man enter and stayed outside.
The house is only the size of a single room, and apart from the desk at the front, there is no other layout.
Duan Qiang stepped forward and walked towards the table, which had neatly arranged candles, flowers and fruits, and a mobile phone.
He looked up at the wall, where a painting hung.
In the painting, under the gloomy atmosphere, there is a big eye looking down.
He looked at the painting, feeling a little dazed. There were complex emotions in his eyes, as well as a hint of warm expectation and entanglement.
Duan Qiang looked away, picked up the phone on the desk, and dialed.
The phone was connected and there was silence.
"Captain, it's me, something happened." Duan Qiang spoke first, his voice low.
"What happened, Aqiang? How is your health?" said a middle-aged voice on the other end of the phone.
Duan Qiang looked at his broken arm out of the corner of his eye, feeling a little ashamed:
"I broke my arm. I wanted to go somewhere to get something out, but I didn't expect that there were very powerful people one after another. I almost fell into trouble. Now I have entered a period of weakness and I won't be able to use my abilities in a short period of time."
There was silence for a moment on the communication side:
"Is the ceremony overclocked?"
"Um..."
"Are you leaving? The final steps haven't been started yet. You still have options."
Duan Qiang's face twitched:
"I don't want to, captain, I still have fighting strength, I... still lack many, many things..." He was vague.
"I'll give you an address. You go there to pick up something and transfer it. I'll call you when we meet later." On the other end, a middle-aged voice said after thinking for a moment.
"Okay." Duan Qiang seemed to be relieved and regained his energy.
"If you give up this stronghold, your old colleagues will come looking for you sooner or later."
"Yes, Captain."
outside the room.
The old man heard the sound of the door handle opening, and he looked over with a little anticipation in his eyes.
"You...have a phone call with the elder?"
Duan Qiang nodded expressionlessly:
"The elder said that he asked me to go to another place for important matters. You should continue to do everything as usual. He said that you have done a good job."
"Okay, okay, okay..." the old man continued, gesturing excitedly:
"Then I will replace the communication equipment, and may He be in the world forever!"
"Same wish." Duan Qiang nodded and made the same gesture with one hand. There was no respect in his eyes when he lowered his head.
When he walked into the courtyard, he picked up the coat with one hand, and the old man quickly helped him put it on him.
Duan Qiang's figure as he stepped out of the courtyard stopped and glanced at the energetic old man:
"Take care of yourself and stay away from this place."
Without saying anything or waiting for a response, his figure disappeared into the night.
...
On the street, Duan Qiang was walking with his head down, avoiding the camera area as much as possible along the way.
At this moment, he heard the wind and roar behind him.
Turning around, he saw a car approaching suddenly, and his eyes narrowed sharply.
boom--
After being knocked into the air, Duan Qiang fell to the ground like a rag doll.
The car that hit the speeding car left without looking back.
Everything seems to be destined.
But at this time,
A small paper figure climbed up from Duan Qiang's body.
It first took away all the goods that Duan Qiang had snatched from him, and then staggered and poked Duan Qiang in the face.
He scratched his head, very troubled.
