Cynical Master of the City

Chapter 1441 Knock on the door in the middle of the night

Regardless of his three sevens and twenty ones, Sikong Guan didn't care about that much anymore, he quickly kicked off his shoes, and ran out swiftly, even though he was always uncertain, the reality couldn't allow him to scribble even the slightest bit of ink.

After coming out, Sikong Dong only said one sentence: "Hurry up and take me to Sikong Feng's room."

Sikong Guan hurriedly nodded in agreement, and rushed to the front. A few minutes later, the two finally arrived at the door of Sikongfeng's room.

Seeing the white seals pasted crosswise in front of the door, Sikong Dong's heart also became heavy. Of course, his heavy heart was not in memory of Sikong Feng, but in thinking about whether he could find the result he wanted after entering the house. , if you don't find it, then your speculation will really be established.

Seeing Sikong Dong standing in front of the door with some hesitation, Sikong Guan didn't dare to say anything. He now has the feeling of a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and feels that if he doesn't pay attention, he may ruin himself, so he also decided. Say as little as you can, don't speak if you can, as long as you don't speak, you won't say the wrong thing, and if you don't say the wrong thing, you won't die.

A moment later, Sikong Dong slammed the door open, walked into the house without hesitation, and at this moment, he said to Sikong Guan behind him: "Turn on the light, and stand still at the door."

Sikong Guan hurriedly followed suit, and after turning on the light, he stood in front of the door like a sculpture, not even daring to breathe, for fear that the loud breathing would affect Sikong Dong.

After entering the house, Sikong Dong quickly rummaged through the room for what he wanted. At the beginning, Sikong Dong was a comprehensive search, checking the general objects in the room. When he found nothing, So I continued to search for the key fishing type, that is, to search in detail for places where items can be hidden, such as beds, cabinets, tables, etc. However, Sikong Dong was about to turn the room upside down. Couldn't find what he wanted.

Sikong Guan, who was watching from the sidelines, was also very anxious. He was considering whether he should step forward to help, although he also knew that Sikong Dong didn't let him go forward to help, so he had better be honest, but if it was because he didn't Helping and angering Sikong Dong, wouldn't he still have no good fruit to eat, so Sikong Guan started to struggle at this moment, and he didn't know what to do.

To put it plainly, sometimes people are cheap, and they always deliberately care about other people's opinions, so that their lives are very tiring. Sikong Guan is a good example. This kind of situation may not be changed in a lifetime , because it has been formed for a long time and has been deeply rooted, which is why some people will be useless all their lives.

"Here." When Sikong Dong was about to give up, he suddenly found a ball of toilet paper under the table, about the size of an egg, and his intuition told him that there might be something tricky in it.

"Help me take it out." Sikong Dong might be a little tired looking for it, or it might be because he didn't want to bend down to pick up things, so he ordered Sikong Guan to do everything.

Hearing this, Sikong Guan was actually happy, and he felt a sense of relief in his heart. He felt that Sikong Dong could arrange for him to do things, which must mean that he would be fine. It seems that a person's true thoughts are really too difficult After thinking about it, sometimes, I feel extremely ridiculous.

With a plop, Sikong Guan got under the table on his knees, crawling like a dog, ignoring his own image at all, after picking up the ball of paper, he quickly crawled out, ready to hand it to Sikong Dong respectfully.

"You open it." Sikong Dong is such a clean person, how can he open it himself, if Sikong Feng likes to do piston movements, then unpacking this ball of paper by himself will not dirty his hands.

Sikong Guan hurriedly followed suit, as if he had lost his brain, he would do whatever Sikong Dong said, I really couldn't figure out why such a cowardly person could be qualified as an embalmer in the Bingque Gate With a profession, could it be that with his character, he can only get the dignity he deserves in front of the dead?

Before Sikong Guan opened the paper ball completely, Sikong Dong had already seen a dark red inside.

Snatching it over, Sikong Dong didn't care about face issues anymore, because he felt that he could find the answer he wanted in this ball of paper.

Finally, Sikong Dong saw clearly everything contained in the ball of paper. That's right, it was a piece of paper that had been wiped with blood, and judging from its appearance, it must have been rolled into a ball after it was wiped off. Throwing it away casually, and judging from the cleanliness of the room, Sikong Feng is not a person who litters casually, which further shows that this blood-stained paper ball must have been made after Sikong Feng was agitated. Throw it away.

Sikong Dong's brain was constantly running, trying to make his speculations as logical as possible. Finally, he boldly assumed a process, that is, after Sikong Feng wrote the blood book, he wiped his hands with this ball of paper. After being killed by Feng Weile, someone came to this room and took the blood book away.

Besides, other assumptions are full of loopholes, but this situation is very consistent with the reality. At this moment, Sikong Dong knows that he can't waste any more time, and must rush back to the ice castle as soon as possible.

"Take care of this place." After saying these words, Sikong Dong disappeared immediately. However, Sikong Guan was out of trouble. He didn't know what Sikong Dong meant. He wanted him to clean up the room again. , or allow himself to stay here all the time, so Sikong Guan began to suffer intensely, as if suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder.

At this moment, Li Miao was still happily chatting with Sikong Bingxue. Good times always passed quickly. Li Miao and Sikong Bingxue had been chatting for an hour or two before they knew it, but it just seemed like they were chatting. Like a few minutes.

"Are you going to leave the Bingque Gate tomorrow?" Sikong Bingxue asked Li Miao seemingly inconsequentially, but in her voice, there was more reluctance, as if she didn't want Li Miao to go out tomorrow.

Li Miao smiled and said, "I need to do a lot of things. If I don't go tomorrow, I may really have no time in the future."

What he said is not false at all. What Li Miao wants to do the most is to buy a new mobile phone. It is not the most important thing at all. Rescuing Han Xiaoxiao earlier is what Li Miao wants to do the most. Li Miao couldn't bear the torment, this kind of physical and mental torture.

Sikong Bingxue nodded. As for what Li Miao was going to do, she didn't know, but she was very clear about one thing. Li Miao, who valued love and righteousness, definitely had more than just reissued a mobile phone.

At this moment, there was a hasty knock on the door. To be precise, it was not a knock, but a slamming door.