Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Chapter 1202: It's nothing! I'll protect you.

In the evening, in the Emir Hotel, a small town in Bursa, northwest Persia.

Built along the lake, this hotel has a long history. It is the most upscale and luxurious place in the city and was converted from the former palace of the Persian Shah.

Shah is the title of the ancient Persian emperor. In other words, the predecessor of this hotel was the emperor's palace.

Persia produces gold and advocates luxury, so the interior of the hotel is inlaid with gold and silver, giving it a strong sense of nouveau riche style.

At this moment, the hotel was booked by someone, and all the rooms were cleared out in an extremely determined and rude manner, and all the hotel service staff were also driven away.

All of them were fired at gunpoint by the ferocious field agents from Department 6, and they didn’t even get their room fees refunded.

At present, the entire hotel, including the three nearby blocks, is under military and police martial law.

Such a big fuss was made just to receive an extremely distinguished guest and his entourage.

"Du Da, I heard that you had a big fall in the ditch?"

In the middle suite on the top floor, Miss Hu kicked open the door with a loud kick. The sound came before she arrived.

"Hu Da, can't you keep your voice down a bit and give me some face?"

In the inner room of the suite, on the luxurious cedar wood and gold-covered bed, Du Weiguo sat up lazily, his expression full of helplessness.

It must be said that Reina was quite considerate. In order to give him the best rest environment, she not only cleared out the hotel but also the neighborhood.

He was the only one living on the entire top floor, and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

So, when Miss Hu just walked up the stairs, Du Weiguo was awakened by the sudden sound of approaching footsteps, even though the footsteps were so light that they were barely noticeable.

There's nothing he can do. After experiencing countless bloody scenes, vigilance has become his instinct.

Fortunately, after several hours of deep sleep, Du Weiguo's headache symptoms have been greatly relieved and he is basically fine.

"Tsk, what a shame, didn't you spread the news about your failure yourself?"

Miss Hu walked straight to the bed and sat down next to him.

"Where are Shota and the others?" Seeing the stunningly beautiful Miss Hu, Du Weiguo felt inexplicably relieved.

"They are all resting downstairs. I arranged for Rod to stay on the submarine, so he didn't come over."

While speaking, Miss Hu sniffed secretly and did not detect the scent of other women. A barely perceptible smile appeared on her pretty face.

It’s okay. This guy Du Da rarely behaved like a man and didn’t have any affairs.

Well, that big foreign girl Reina is quite sensible and didn't give me any trouble.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Du Weiguo twisted his neck and said in a sullen voice: "It's just broken, you already know it."

Miss Hu chuckled, her eyes moving: "Hey, what's up? Du, can you not leave me now?"

"Well, I really can't do without you, Hu Da. I was bullied badly this time. I have a splitting headache and my head is still buzzing."

Du Weiguo climbed up the pole and took advantage of the situation to lean on Miss Hu's shoulder, and like a child, he complained half-seriously.

"You deserve it! I told you not to wait for me. I heard from Hu Lao San that you guys met a tough opponent this time~Huh?"

Miss Hu suddenly shuddered all over and stopped talking abruptly.

Then she suddenly sat up straight, her brows tightly furrowed, her eyes emitting a dark red light, and she stared at Du Weiguo as if she was looking at a monster.

"What's wrong with you?"

Seeing her changes, Du Weiguo's heart skipped a beat and he had a bad feeling.

Miss Hu didn't say anything, but closed her eyes and slowly opened them after half a minute.

At this moment, her expression was extremely serious. She stared straight at Du Weiguo and spoke word by word.

"Du Da, your brain waves have disappeared!"

"What do you mean?"

Even though Du Weiguo was prepared, he still couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, but he looked confused.

As expected, the only one who could notice his change was Miss Hu. This vixen was so powerful that nothing could be hidden from her.

"Du Da, your brain waves have disappeared, just like your soul has been scattered, or it's like you don't exist in this world at all."

After saying this, Miss Hu shook her head again:

"No, your brain waves are still there, but they have become very weak. Let alone synchronization, I am even having a hard time sensing them now."

"Du Da, what on earth have you been through?"

There was a strong sense of doubt in Miss Hu's eyes, and she looked as if she wanted to lift up his skull and study him carefully.

Du Weiguo shrugged:

“I don’t know either. When I was on the mountain, I suffered a mental attack in the fog. It was like an indescribable monster suddenly broke into my consciousness.

Then everything went black and I passed out. I didn't know anything. When I woke up, the bastards who attacked me had already run away."

After pinching his slightly swollen temple, Du Weiguo continued:

"I was in a very bad state at the time. I had a splitting headache and blackness in front of my eyes. I didn't dare to continue chasing after you. I wanted to wait until you came."

Every word Du Weiguo said was true, but every paragraph was cut off from the beginning and the end, hiding the most crucial information.

Because it was the truth, even the shrewd Miss Hu couldn't hear the problem.

"This indescribable behemoth was able to force its way directly into your sea of ​​consciousness, Du Da. That's why you concluded that what they summoned was an alien being, a projection of the consciousness of a high-dimensional life form."

After hearing what Du Weiguo said, Miss Hu's face became extremely solemn.

"Yeah." Du Weiguo nodded, picked up the cigarette box on the bedside, lit two cigarettes, and handed one to Miss Hu.

After taking a few puffs of cigarette, Du Weiguo explained quietly:

"It is so powerful, so powerful that it is impossible to resist and indescribable. Hu Da, I have felt your mental power at full strength.

That’s why I’m sure that there is no such creature on Earth. If there is, it only needs a thought to rule the world.”

  Upon hearing this, Miss Hu's eyes flickered, she licked her lips subconsciously, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Compared to me, how strong is it?"

"Whoo~"

Du Weiguo exhaled slowly, leaning against the head of the bed. Under the mist of smoke, his eyes seemed a little distant and vague, and he did not answer.

"Du Da, you, tell me, I, I really want to know."

Miss Hu's voice was a little shaky and her body was shaking slightly, but her expression was firm, as if she had made some kind of decision.

Du Weiguo turned his head and looked at her, who nodded heavily.

“Sesame is to flatbread.”

Upon hearing this, Miss Hu was stunned and a look of loss and disappointment appeared on her face.

But after just a moment, the corners of her mouth curled up again, and a blazing fire burned in her eyes.

"Fortunately, it's not just a drop in the ocean. I'm still young and have potential. I was too lazy before, so I have to be more diligent in the future.

"Tsk, what's so great about a big pancake? At best, a pancake can only hold a few hundred sesame seeds."

  Miss Hu took a deep puff of cigarette, then slowly exhaled, patted Du Weiguo on the shoulder with a smile, and said in a heroic tone:

"Don't be afraid, Duda. This is nothing! I'll protect you."

"Uh~" Du Weiguo was speechless for a moment.

In fact, he really wanted to say that the description of sesame pancake was just his way of comforting Miss Hu. In fact, sesame seeds are still sesame seeds, but the pancake is probably bigger than the table top.

The most crucial thing is that what broke into Du Weiguo's consciousness was just a projection of the consciousness of that high-dimensional life form that spanned countless time and space. The original body should be countless times more powerful.

However, he has now developed a lot of cunning, so of course he will not tell the truth and dampen the enthusiasm of the big fox.

"Ha! That's great, Fairy Hu. From now on, I will rely on you for my protection. You must protect me."

Du Weiguo showed a bright smile on his face and made an expression of admiration.

Miss Hu is well-versed in worldly affairs and knows everything very well. She understands that Du Weiguo is definitely trying to coax her, but she won't ask any questions.

Some things just need to be tacitly understood by everyone; it would be wrong to expose them.

"Hehe~" She chuckled and raised her eyebrows, glancing at Du Weiguo: "That depends on your performance."

Du Weiguo asked with a smirk, "Perform? How do you perform?"

Two streams of white smoke came out of Hu Dagu's nostrils, and her mother had a proud expression: "Humph, if you want to ask me for help, you should at least give you the Four Treasures Incense that can lead you to heaven, right?" She was talking about the top-level items in the Ma family system.

Sibaoxiang is also called Chentan, Ambergris and Musk, which is just what it means literally. It is made from rare spices such as Chentan, Sandalwood, Ambergris and Musk using a secret method.

It is said that after being lit, the smoke can directly communicate with gods and ghosts, and its value is higher than gold.

As for Tongtian Hall, it is also the top hall in the Ma family. Not only the head of the hall must be extremely powerful, but there must be no less than eight deputy immortals guarding the sect.

It sounds easy, but it is not.

A horse disciple who can carry nine immortals at the same time is extremely rare and can only be found once in decades. The helping immortals and the natal immortals are not the same concept at all.

Hearing her request, Du Weiguo laughed:

"Hahaha, Sibaoxiang is easy to deal with. We are not short of money now. It's just that Hu Daxian Aunt, look at all the things I have, do you think I have the potential to be a spirit medium?"

Miss Hu rolled her eyes at him and angrily said, "Bullshit! You know nothing at all. You are just a piece of rotten wood that cannot be carved."

The secret of being a spirit medium is to gain the upper orifice, but now she can't even sense Du Weiguo's brain waves, let alone gain the upper orifice.

  "Hey~" Du Weiguo suddenly came over and put his arm around her shoulders, grinning:

"I am not talented enough to go out on a mission, but I have a unique skill that can help me serve the Great Immortal Lady Hu in other ways."

Miss Hu was a little curious: "Oh? What's your special skill?"

"I have been gifted since I was young, I have the ability to turn the wheel. Hey, I can pay with my body, fairy, don't worry, I will definitely have enough strength!"

Before he finished speaking, Du Weiguo's two dog paws had already climbed up Miss Hu's delicate body like a venomous snake.

"Ah!" Miss Hu trembled all over when her vital parts were suddenly attacked, her legs became weak, and she could not help but scream.

"Du Da, you stinky pervert! Do you want to die? What are you doing in broad daylight?"

Du Weiguo laughed frivolously: "Pay with your body. I'm a very particular person and I always pay first!"

"Get out of here!"

Although Miss Hu struggled as hard as she could, she could not withstand Du Weiguo's tremendous strength and swift speed, and her clothes were uncontrollably becoming less and less.

"Du Da, you bastard! What are you, you, doing? Hey, window, curtains, draw the curtains!"

  Miss Hu spoke in a shy and anxious voice:

"Shut up your ass! The surrounding three blocks are cleared, just come on!"

Du Weiguo grinned wickedly and pounced on Miss Hu, who had turned into a white sheep, like a hungry wolf.

The following words are omitted.

The next day, the sky was bright.

Du Weiguo worked in the fields for half the night and slept soundly for half the night. The symptoms of his headache completely disappeared and he felt refreshed.

However, he did not get up and still lay lazily in bed. Not only that, he did not let Miss Hu get up and held her tightly and refused to let go.

"Du Da, what do you mean? It's almost noon. If you don't get up, that foreign Marco will bring his men up here."

After struggling again in vain, Miss Hu gave up helplessly and could only try a gentler approach to persuade her.

The big foreign horse she was talking about was naturally Reina. At this moment, she was standing at the corner of the stairs with a few white people and had been waiting for a while.

"Tsk! They wouldn't dare to do that even if they had the guts."

Du Weiguo curled his lips, and a hint of uncontrollable annoyance appeared between his eyebrows.

He had X-ray vision and had actually seen Reina and the others early in the morning, as well as the few white people with her, all of whom were unfamiliar faces.

Judging from their positions and expressions, these guys are obviously not Reina's men.

Among them was a middle-aged man with a serious face and a look of deep hatred, most likely the head of MI5.

And those two men with curly beards who looked like they had lost their mothers should be officials from Persia.

It's normal to think about it. The governor and garrison commander of Istanbul were killed, and this matter should be the responsibility of the Fifth Bureau.

The biggest suspect is Du Weiguo's subordinate, and the evidence is almost irrefutable.

In order to avoid angering this god of death and causing unnecessary trouble, Reina had to be sent to mediate.

But now, Du Weiguo flatly denied it, and the real murderer was nowhere to be found alive or dead. Then several villages in Persia were massacred, thousands of people died, and a mountain was burned.

After all the twists and turns, it was the unlucky Persia that had to bear it all.

Two big shots and thousands of lives are involved. The current situation certainly cannot be brushed aside.

Whether it is England or Persia, Du Weiguo has to give people an explanation.

"Du Da, stop making trouble. Let's not talk about the two white pigs in England. After all, thousands of lives were lost in Persia, and they were all innocent people. You can't avoid this."

Miss Hu was a very smart person. She had guessed what Du Weiguo was thinking early on. She pushed him and advised him gently.

"No matter what, I have a headache, whatever you want." Du Weiguo buried his head in the plump chest of Miss Hu, his voice muffled.

"Headache? Really? Any other feelings?"

Upon hearing this, Miss Hu became serious.

Du Weiguo said in a dishonest tone, "Yes, really, I have a headache, waist pain, and back pain, Hu Da, my whole body hurts now."

"Hmm?" Miss Hu frowned, sat up suddenly, and reached out to feel his pulse.

"Neither floating nor sinking, slow and powerful, even rhythm, with heart, spirit and roots. Come on, stop pretending, Du Da, you are as strong as a bull!"

Du Weiguo couldn't pretend any longer, so he sat up unhappily and said with a specious argument:

"I don't believe it, Hu Da. I have severe back pain right now. It's sore and swollen. Don't think I don't know Chinese medicine. This is a symptom of kidney water depletion."

Pretending to hit his lower back, Du Weiguo continued to talk nonsense: "Last night, I was drained by a female demon. She kept shouting~"

"Du Da, shut up!" Miss Hu's face turned red and she covered his big mouth with her hand.

A moment later, Du Weiguo dressed neatly and finally walked out of the room. Hearing the door open, Reina and the others rushed over.

  "So, Mr. Wesley, you mean that the only clue about these unknown believers is that they may be related to the temple in Muscat?

They assassinated Governor Ingram and General Jeremy, and even murdered thousands of innocent villagers, all in order to summon unknown beings to deal with you. "

The person asking the question was a middle-aged Caucasian man with gray hair, a hooked nose, deep nasolabial folds, and a pair of narrow eyes that sparkled with brilliance.

His name is Gavin Freddie, the director of the first branch of MI5, the fourth-ranking person in the MI5, and also a big shot with his eyes wide open.

This guy's tone was sarcastic and there was a hint of questioning in his words.

  Du Weiguo's face darkened, but before he could lose his temper, Reina scolded him harshly:

"Gavin, watch your words! Mr. Wesley is a distinguished guest and consultant invited by our Sixth Department to help, not a suspect from your Five Departments."

Gavin retorted bluntly:

"Deputy Minister Reina, is there anything wrong with my words? I am just speaking the truth. Also, please be mindful of your position. We in England just lost a governor, and~"

"Shut up! Gavin, you idiot, if you don't want to die, shut up right now!"

Reina interrupted, cursing.

Du Weiguo glanced at her with a smile and put his hands back on the table. Reina seemed to be scolding Gavin, but in fact she was saving his life.

Du Weiguo just raised his hand, wanting to teach Gavin, the self-righteous and nagging man, a lesson.

Reina guessed his thoughts instantly, but she only knew that Du Weiguo was going to take action, and she couldn't guess the specific extent of his action.

She didn't want to and didn't dare to gamble that the fourth-in-command of MI5 was no less important than that dead governor.

Reina knew Du Weiguo. Given his personality, he would never be afraid of anything when taking action. As for Gavin's identity and status, it meant nothing to him.

Mikhail is a boastful person. As the head of the Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs, his status is much higher than Gavin, but Du Weiguo still doesn't care at all.

Gavin also saw Du Weiguo's actions and realized his intention belatedly. He was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat.

He knew that Du Weiguo was acting recklessly, but he didn't expect him to be so reckless that he was ready to attack him after just a few words.

A ball of anger suddenly rose in my chest, and I wanted to ask, but when I opened my mouth, no sound came out.

The instinct of survival took control of his vocal cords, hey.

"Excuse me, Mr. Wesley, how did thousands of our civilians die?"

Gavin was speechless, and a Persian man with a curly beard and a somewhat sloppy look opened his mouth.

This guy is also a big shot, the deputy director of the Persian intelligence agency, Mustafa.

"Uh~" Du Weiguo couldn't lose his temper in front of Mustafa because he felt guilty. Thousands of innocent civilians in Persia did suffer indirectly because of him.

(End of this chapter)