trick revival

Chapter 26 Painting and Pupils (Come and see qaq~)

In the box, the copper-masked man who was about to leave froze.

A groan.

Paper swords were inserted into his joints.

Faceless paper figurines appeared around him one after another.

Immediately afterwards, on the shoulder of the copper-masked man, a small paper figure stood up, and an indistinguishable voice came out:
"Where is Li Jia?" Zuo Dao asked.

These paper figurines were naturally cast by leftist paper-cutting techniques.

In the past week, he has not been idle in these aspects besides studying the affairs of the "General Affairs Bureau". After seeing the other party's face lost in the mask battle, he knew that he was a "detachment" member of Li Jia's department.

"I don't know what you're talking about, who are you?" Duan Qiang's heart sank, knowing that he couldn't help himself, he was still struggling.

At this moment, Duan Qiang only heard the paper figurine chuckle beside his ear, and said calmly:
"You can pretend to be stupid, then you are useless to me."

As soon as these words came out, the copper-masked man's heart twitched.

If it is harsh or cold questioning, or torture, there will be no disturbances in that strong, because it means that you have value and you can always find some opportunities.

But the indifference to life and death in the other party's words made him feel cold.

This is an absolute killer.

He dared to use his years of experience in facing criminals as a guarantee.

"In his hands, it is impossible to survive!" He thought so.

Immediately, his face became ruthless, as if he had forced the fat man to death before, never thought that the retribution would come so quickly.

An invisible force was advancing among the copper-masked people, and the paper people seemed to sense something was wrong, so they wanted to kill them fiercely.

"Ritual Overclocking · Close Rotation—"

With a thought in his mind, the figure of the copper-masked man disappeared without a trace, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground, a completely lifeless and withered arm, and the paper sword that had been inserted into the opponent's joints floated out of thin air, but the target had already been lost.

With a click, the figure of Zuo Dao himself walked out of the bathroom in the box. He looked at the traces on the ground and touched his chin.

"Isn't it that the ceremony is difficult? I feel that everyone has it." Zuo Dao used the paper spirit to pick up his withered arm to observe Xiangxiang.

"Is this the price of the ceremony?"

Over the past few days, Zuodao has learned that the ceremony is not only dangerous in the early stage, but at critical times, if it is hindered or stimulated by "overclocking", it will have different costs.

For example, the state of the fat man after forcibly breaking through the interference of the copper-masked man, and the escape price of the copper-masked man after being subdued by the heretics.

Thinking of this, Zuodao took a picture of the scene of the crime and sent it to Tong Yan, and briefly described the matter. He only said that after the other party's transaction was completed, the copper-masked man had a conflict with the host and disappeared, and he was at the scene. Being "robbed" led to the loss of money and goods, and finally came here to observe the scene after the incident.

Afterwards, a situation similar to a space transfer occurred to the inside of the bar, and now I want to leave first to ensure safety, Zuo Dao said "elaborately described", and the tone of the text chatting with Tong Yan was full of "frustration".

Zuo Dao never mentioned that he forced the copper-masked man into such a situation, and said that he was going to go back to rest and suppress the shock first. The reason for coming here will be reported later. Let him think about how to edit it.

He was not afraid that others would find out that this "report" would be flawed. At that time, only he, Fatty and Duan Qiang were in the group, and he was not present when Fatty fought Duan Qiang.

Zuodao also has a little bit of confidence. If the other party has not found his paper spirit, then even if the General Affairs Bureau finds these two people later, he will have a natural alibi.

At this time, Tong Yan replied, asking Zuodao to leave first, expressing his approval of his ideas, and leaving the rest to colleagues to deal with, and she would also help respond to Zuodao's "loss" of money.

So far, temporarily come to an end.

As for the copper-masked man's escape, Zuo Dao didn't seem to be bothered by the presence of the old god. He left the box as if nothing had happened, and found that the nightclub was operating normally, and nothing happened.

"Either Fatty gave up here completely, or he is very confident in the foundation of the nightclub, and he can't find anything here."

While thinking, he walked to the box that led him to the dark room before.

After entering, according to his memory, he checked the wall where the fat man was, and found that there was no mechanism, and it was all solid.

"Sure enough, it's like entering the Peach Blossom Land. Since he entered here, he has secretly started a ritual and led everyone to the trading venue at an unknown location.

"However, from the analysis of their words when they fought before, this ceremony must have great limitations, and its ability is limited. Otherwise, such a strange ability, even if it has a little attack method, let alone kill a copper-masked man, this fat man can definitely Hairy people and goods every day.

"Well, maybe that's the case. Fatty will maintain a "fair" attitude, and he couldn't help thinking about it until today, but why? What is more worthy of Fatty breaking his own rules in this person?

"The reward point of view is untenable. The current arrest of Li Jia's family is an internal pursuit, and there is no actual reward amount. There is no reason for Fatty to take such a big risk to do such a thing, unless Fatty may follow the general People from the bureau have been contacted.

"It's a pity that I didn't attach a paper spirit to Fatty, otherwise I really want to catch him and ask him."

Zuodao, who is touching his chin, is very interested in research and analysis.

At this time, his spiritual sense moved, and a signal came from a certain direction.

Zuo Dao outlined a little smile:
"Where are you going, young man?"

Late at night, old town.

This is an old-fashioned building complex in Huacheng City. Due to various reasons, this area has not been able to be developed.

Also because of various reasons, this place has become the first choice for those who are drifting abroad.

It is also full of fireworks.

There was a figure who stumbled and walked quickly in the alley extending in all directions, turned left and right, and stopped in front of an old-fashioned single-story courtyard. He raised his hand with difficulty and clapped.

The courtyard door creaked open, and the old man inside vigilantly used the light of his mobile phone to illuminate the people coming in front of the door.

He is the bronze-masked man, Duan Qiang, who escaped from the left hand.

At this time, he was wearing a coat, his dark face was pale, and his lips were even more chapped.

Seeing this, the face of the old man changed: "Come in!"

He pushed open the courtyard door, and the bronze-masked figure stepped in. The old man looked around in the dark vigilantly, and closed the courtyard door directly when he saw nothing unusual.

The old man was even more surprised when he turned around. He saw that the man with the copper mask casually left the coat on the ground, one of his arms disappeared without a trace, and there were wounds on many parts of his body. The wound was extremely dry, which is why the copper-masked man did not bleed to death. Obviously, Duan Qiang did special treatment.

"Deacon Duan, what happened?" The old man was a little shocked.

The copper-masked man called Deacon Duan shook his head without explaining:

"It's not the time to talk about this, take me to that place."

The old man led the copper-masked man to the room of the old house quickly. He opened the door respectfully, reached inside, touched the switch, and turned on the light bulb. The weak yellow light brought some light to the inside. , he watched the bronze-masked man enter while he stayed outside.

The room is only the size of a single room, and there is no other arrangement except for the desk table at the front.

Duan Qiang stepped forward to the table, on which there were neatly arranged candles, flowers and fruits, and a mobile phone.

He looked up at the wall, where there was a painting hanging on it.

In the painting, under the gloomy atmosphere, there is a big eye overlooking it.

He looked at the painting, a little dazed, with 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 table, and dialed.

The phone was connected, and there was no sound.

"Captain, it's me. Something happened." Duan Qiang spoke first, his voice lowered.

"What's the matter, Ah Qiang, how is your health?" On the other end of the phone, a middle-aged voice said.

Duan Qiang looked at his broken arm from the corner of his eye, feeling a little ashamed:
"I broke an arm. I wanted to go to a place to produce something. I didn't expect that there would be very powerful people one after another. I almost fell. Now I am in a weak period and I can't use my ability in a short time."

There was a moment of silence on the communication side:

"Is the ceremony overclocked?"

"Um"

"Leave, the final step hasn't started yet, you still have a choice."

Duan Qiang's face twitched:
"I don't want to, Captain, I still have combat power, and I... still lack a lot of things." He was vague.

"I'll give you an address. You go there to pick up something and then transfer it. I'll call you when we meet later." On the other end, the middle-aged voice thought for a moment.

"Okay." Duan Qiang seemed relieved and regained his spirit.

"If you give up this stronghold, your old colleagues will find you sooner or later."

"Yes, Captain."

outside the room.

The old man heard the sound of the doorknob being opened, and he looked over with anticipation in his eyes.

"Have you spoken to the elder?"

Duan Qiang nodded expressionlessly:

"The elder said that I have to go to another place for important matters. You are doing everything as usual. He said that you are doing very well."

"Okay, okay, okay" the old man continued, and gestured excitedly:
"Then I will replace the communication equipment again, and may He inject forever into the world!"

"Agreed." Duan Qiang nodded, and also gestured with one hand, bowing his head, without any respect in his eyes.

Walking into the courtyard, he picked up the coat with one hand, and the old man hurriedly helped him put it on.

The figure of Duan Qiang who stepped out of the courtyard stopped, and glanced at the energetic old man:

"Take care, don't come to this place."

Without saying anything or waiting for his response, his figure disappeared into the night.

On the street, Duan Qiang was hurrying 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 his head, a car suddenly drove up, and his eyes narrowed sharply.

boom--

Duanqiang hit the air and fell to the ground like a tattered puppet.

The speeding car that collided with it left without looking back.

Everything seems to be destined.

At this time, Duan Qiang fell down, and a small paper figurine climbed up.

It first took away all the goods that Duan Qiang had snatched from him and put them aside, then poked Duan Qiang's face unsteadily.

He scratched his head, very troubled.

　Abaaaba... Continue to shout, the big pots will raise ducks later qaq, come and have a look!
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