Walking in the Dark Night [Bo Jun Yi Xiao]

No, he was knocked out directly.

The three went up to the third floor together.When I opened the door, I knew I was late.

The bedroom was full of blood and traces of the struggle. Three women died not far from the door. Wang Yibo squatted down to check and found that their neck bones were crushed.

One-hit kill, simply and neatly.

Feng Yunxi's hands were tied with ropes and hung from the ceiling. The cause of death is unknown.

Han Chen looked at the paradoxical scene in front of him and was speechless. It took him a long time to remember to inform the people staying outside: "Hey, the target mission has died. Notify the backup and immediately block the scene. No one can enter or leave at will."

Wang Yibo looked at Feng Yunxi, and felt that he was indescribably strange.His facial features were swollen, and he had obviously fought with someone before his death. There were some very special yellow mucus under his feet.

Xiao Zhan knelt down and dipped some with his hands, put it under his nose and smelled it, and asked in surprise, "What is this?"

Wang Yibo sniffed his hand, frowned, and told him: "This is gastric juice."

He took a fruit knife from the coffee table and unbuttoned Feng Yunxi's shirt.

Xiao Zhan saw him staring at Feng Yunxi's stomach for a while, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Wang Yibo: "Carefully verify a bold conjecture."

After finishing speaking, he plunged the words into Feng Yunxi's belly, and cut a hole from top to bottom.A pungent stench from the inner cavity rushed towards his face, Xiao Zhan held his nose and walked a little further away.

Han Chen didn't notice their movements at first, but now when he looked back, he was out of his wits and said, "Old Qin, you...you are destroying the scene."

Wang Yibo said softly, "Shh."

I saw a lot of internal organs falling out of that wound one after another, the white large intestine slipped out from the abdomen, and the red flesh foam fell to the ground with a "click".

Still steaming.

Afterwards, a strange-looking species fell out of Feng Yunxi's stomach, it was a mass of bloody and blurred flesh.

Hands and feet could be vaguely seen, and in the next second, an eye opened from them.

Han Chen: "Ah!"

His originally compressed limbs began to stretch out, only the sound of bones colliding was heard, the highly curved spine and thighs were separated, and the glued five fingers returned to their original shape.

In the end, what actually appeared in front of them was a living and normal person.

His body was covered in sticky blood foam and minced flesh, which were obviously not his own.

Who would have thought that the murderer could curl up in the belly of the deceased like a baby.

Xiao Zhan was completely stunned.

Wang Yibo pulled him behind. The three of them lurk in without a gun. He said to the bug in his mouth: "Wang Zhuocheng, come in quickly and call for backup. The murderer has appeared."

The man grinned at them, stretched out his hand to clean up the dirt on his face, Xiao Zhan recognized him: "Are you Ye Jiatong?"

Ye Jiatong let out a long sigh of relief and looked at him

Almost instantly, he had already shot.One kick swept away like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.Wang Yibo kicked back, and immediately felt as if he had kicked an iron plate. He had never felt this kind of feeling before in his life. The person opposite him was simply terrifyingly powerful.

For a time, the atmosphere was tense.

Cold sweat dripped from Han Chen's forehead. Watching Ye Jiatong and Wang Yibo confront each other, he grabbed the chair next to him and rushed up while Ye Jiatong was not paying attention.

Ye Jiatong smashed the chair with one punch, and grabbed the back of Han Chen's neck with his hands with unstoppable force. Xiao Zhan's heart jumped to his throat instantly. For human beings, once a fragile neck is handed over to an opponent Here, is the Achilles' heel.

Wang Yibo rushed up immediately, Ye Jiatong bent his knees and stepped forward, but Wang Yibo interrupted when his knee was about to smash Han Chen's nasal bone.Han Chen was thrown out and rolled to the ground before he managed to stabilize himself.

Wang Yibo was barely able to confront Ye Jiatong for a few rounds, and shouted: "Hurry up!"

Han Chen and Xiao Zhan subconsciously said, "No."

With Ye Jiatong's skills, leaving Wang Yibo alone may not be able to support the arrival of backup, and he will have to offer incense to him today next year.

Xiao Zhan understands that he basically helps if he doesn't make trouble.

Han Chen strengthened his courage, picked up the fruit knife on the ground and rushed over.

Ye Jiatong turned around and grabbed the knife, then twisted it back, and the knife had been taken away by him.

In the next second, the fruit knife turned around and slashed towards Han Chen's neck. Wang Yibo could only kick Han Chen out, and the tip of the knife barely cut through his uniform.

Bare hands are enough to kill, and now you can also send the enemy a cold weapon by the way.

Wang Yibo panted, and said, "If you don't leave, the three of you really need to go underground to worship."

At this moment, Ye Jiatong was like a god of death, approaching everyone with a sharp sickle.

At the critical moment, Wang Zhuocheng and others had already arrived.

Wang Yibo said: "The target is very dangerous, shoot directly!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ye Jiatong ran out of the window with two run-ups.Wang Yibo followed up subconsciously, Xiao Zhan looked at his back, remembered something was wrong, and stopped him quickly: "Wait a minute..."

A group of people ran to the window to see that Captain Wang was lucky enough to be caught by the parasol on the second floor, but Ye Jiatong had already disappeared.

As a result, Wang Yibo broke his leg.

When Wang Yibo woke up in the hospital, the first thing he saw was Xiao Zhan.

Wang Yibo watched him sitting lightly and self-confidently sitting on the edge reading a book, with his head lowered and his legs crossed, his calves forming a small arc tightly under the wrapping of his jeans, he was suddenly moved: "You just sat here and took care of me one night?"

Xiao Zhan raised his head when he heard the voice, and exposed the truth cruelly: "I just arrived, it's just that I woke up 5 minutes earlier than you."

Wang Yibo: "..."

The boxed meals for wounded patients in the hospital were not to Master Qin’s liking. Xiao Zhan found a Cantonese restaurant near the hospital, ordered a special fish maw soup, and then told the boss: “Don’t put chopped green onion.”

When he went upstairs with the insulation box, he happened to bump into Father Wang, who was followed by a young man. Xiao Zhan saw the thick calluses on the man's hand.

Father Wang's official career has been very smooth in recent years. When he was young, he was the "Yizhihua" of the police force, and when he was old, he became the "Wu Xiubo" of the police force.

Now that the position is high and powerful, if Wang Yibo wants to see him during his rest time, he has to make an appointment with his secretary. No one else can do this.

Although the two knew each other, they just walked into the same ward silently, as if they were air.

Wang Yibo lay on the hospital bed and drank milk tea leisurely, unaware of the coming storm, the cabinet next to him was full of fruits and snacks brought by Li Chun and the others when they came to visit.Hearing footsteps at the door, he thought it was Xiao Zhan, and coquettishly complained: "Go downstairs to buy a meal, why are you so slow?"

Looking back, it was my father's majestic face, and the milk tea in his mouth spit out on the bed.

"Team Wang, do we still spit milk at our age?" Xiao Zhan, who belongs to the front and rear legs, put the insulated box on the dining table.

Father Wang's eyes moved from the bandaged leg to Wang Yibo's mentally retarded face at the moment, and then back to his leg.

He probably suppressed his anger. He had practiced his warm condolences all the way in the car, but was swallowed up by this sip of milk tea. He immediately looked serious: "Go and write a [-]-word self-criticism."

Wang Yibo complained incessantly when he heard the words, as if he had returned to the time when he started copying words with tens of thousands of characters: "Dad, what kind of self-criticism did you ask me to write in the hospital?"

Father Wang remembered how nervous he was when he almost had a heart attack when he received the news that his son was hospitalized, and he became angry from embarrassment: "Otherwise your thoughts will not be enlightened enough, your impression will not be deep enough, and you will not be able to learn from this crazy behavior. How about it, you dictate .”

After all, writing is really a waste of time, Wang Yibo said procrastinatingly: "I thank God, thank you..."

Father Wang interrupted: "You should thank me, thank Xiao Zhan, and thank that the floor was not high enough at that time!"

At this time, someone knocked on the door suddenly.The king's father's anger subsided all of a sudden.

The person outside knocked twice and opened the door and walked in. Han Chen didn't expect that the person in the ward would be Father Wang. He had heard a little about the father-son relationship between Wang Yibo and Father Wang, but he didn't expect that there would be an old father visiting him. As soon as the illness came out, I was a little embarrassed and couldn't move forward or retreat.

Fortunately, secretary Li Wen rescued him at this time. Li Wen first looked at his watch, then coughed slightly, bowed his head to Father Wang's ear and whispered, "Sir, the meeting in the city will start in about half an hour."

Every time before Wang Yibo was about to be beaten, Li Wen would perform this set of movements. Every time Wang Yibo felt that Li Wen's movements of putting his palms against the corners of his mouth were too pretentious.

"Hmph, let me take care of myself." Father Wang raised his leg and walked away like the wind was blowing under his feet.

The three of them automatically understood that sentence in their hearts: take care of yourself.

Next victim

Han Chen put the snacks he brought with him to the side, and secretly took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket and handed them to Wang Yibo.

Xiao Zhan: "..."

Wang Yibo hid the cigarettes privately and asked, "Where's Ye Jiatong?"

Han Chen: "Let him run away, he is wanted."

Wang Yibo recalled the situation at that time: "He is a master, I really want to fight him again."

Xiao Zhan poured cold water: "The entire detachment together may not be able to beat him."

Wang Yibo dismissed this: "A real warrior dares to face the bleak life and see the dripping blood. All reactionaries are paper tigers. I don't believe that two people can't beat one."

Xiao Zhan remembered the serious matter, and said: "This time, a kind of microbe was found on the corpse, and it looks like a bug. This kind of thing