Enchanter

Chapter [-]: Demons and sprites

Conan Doyle doesn't like this kind of place, so she shouldn't come here, right?Yin Hui thought so, but his feet unconsciously entered the range of the pedestrian street.Colorful men###passed by, and the smell of various perfumes filled the air, making Yin Hui a little addicted.

His feet seemed to be uncontrollable, and he slowly stepped in, becoming a member of these men ###, squeezing back and forth.The comatose mind still remembered the purpose of this trip, to find Conan Doyle.

Although he knew that the hope was slim, he really didn't know where to look for it other than here, so he had to look for it here.Hope to see Conan Doyle.

A series of beautiful figures are like shooting stars passing by his eyes, leaving behind a series of charming figures, but that is only a fleeting beauty, and Conan Doyle is the star that will always shine in his heart.

One end of the pedestrian street, inside a bustling bar.

The bar is bustling with bustle and bustle, and on a stage, strippers are dancing striptease enthusiastically.Below are rows of neat seats, men and men dyed red and yellow ### crazily twisting snake-like bodies, running around between the tables and chairs, the smell of wine and perfume mixed together, exaggerating the The music that seduces that person's most primitive desire,

A drunken woman with disheveled hair was lying on the bar counter of the bar, holding a wine glass in her hand, looking at the glass and giggling foolishly.

"Boss...give me...a glass of...wine..." Intermittent words came out of her mouth.

"Okay." The waiter didn't refuse to give her a drink because she was so drunk, but poured a glass of beer frantically.

The girl regained her energy, barely supported her body and stood up from the bar counter, muttered a few words like dreaming, then drank the wine in the transparent wine glass, and let out a silly laugh: "Fucking Zhao Dehuo, old lady Sooner or later, I will clean you up, you fucking...wait for my old lady. Boss, have another drink..."

For some reason, she said this sentence so coherently, without any pause.

That's because the hatred in my heart is too strong, so this effect can be achieved.

Gudong Gudong, the beer was poured into the glass, and the glass was full again, reflecting the lights of the bar, the splash of light was dazzling.

"Good job, haha, good job!" A rough man's voice suddenly exploded beside her, and the girl's paralyzed nerves were also sobered up a lot. When she looked back, she found that it was a strange man, so she was relieved. Boldly turned around and grabbed the wine glass again: "Damn, I still think it's my subordinate, I must not let them find me like this."

Even when she was drunk, she still maintained the final moral bottom line.After all, he was a member of the National Security Bureau, so he was so drunk that he was unbecoming.

That's right, this person is none other than Conan Doyle.

She broke into the bar by accident, and she actually fell in love with this kind of place. Seeing the colorful wine, she thought that maybe the wine could temporarily relieve the big knot in her head, so she sneaked in.

"Miss, I offer you a toast." The middle-aged man behind him handed the quilt to Conan Doyle with a smile on his face: "Come on, cheers." The middle-aged man raised the wine glass in his hand and drank it down.

Conan Doyle's hand holding the wine glass stopped in mid-air, as if he had lost interest in drinking, he put the wine glass on the bar counter, swayed away from the bar counter, and prepared to go back.

"Wait a minute, miss, why don't you give me face?" The middle-aged man approached with a smile on his face, and put the wine glass back into Conan Doyle's hand: "Since you're here, let's enjoy it before leaving. "

After all, he is a member of the National Security Bureau, has a strong willpower, and maintains a clear mind even when he is drunk.She has long understood that the man has bad intentions.It's just that now I've been anesthetized by alcohol and lost the ability to resist, so I can only hide as long as I can.

"Really shameless?" The man looked a little angry, and was about to force Conan Doyle to drink, and grabbed her hand, and was about to force the wine glass into Conan Doyle's mouth.

It was almost an unconditioned reflex. Conan Doyle hated other people's hands and feet the most. He performed a very agile Jeet Kune Do and defeated the enemy in one move, and then the wine glass in his hand fell towards the strong man's forehead. .

Clang.

The hard glass was shattered, and the glass shards even remained on Conan Doyle's hand, and traces of blood oozed from the delicate palm.

But the other party was even worse, with a big hole in his head, and blood mixed with wine dripped down from his head.The ground is full of a mixture of blood and alcohol.

Ah!

The man let out a horrible cry.Alcohol infecting the wound is the most hateful thing. The man has long forgotten the so-called face, rolling on the ground with his head in his arms like a child splashing.

"Big Brother, Big Brother. Come quickly." A man standing next to Conan Doyle rushed up, threw the middle-aged man on his shoulders, and shouted, "Hurry up and broadcast 120."

The sound of breaking glass did not attract the attention of the crowd in the bar, because the music was too loud, and the sound of glass breaking was not enough to wake up their anesthetized nerves.

It wasn't until a large group of people in black suits rushed in from outside that everyone knew that there was a good show to watch, and they all hid aside, watching the scene with great interest.

Conan Doyle stood in the middle of the crowd like a helpless little girl, with a broken wine glass and a pool of blood under her.

Wu Yangyang was surrounded by dozens of people in black suits, and a guy in plain clothes finally got into the circle surrounded by men in black. Looking at Conan Doyle, he sneered: "Little girl , have courage, even dare to fight the boss of our Dragon Hall. That must be the guts of the ambitious leopard."

This guy spoke very softly, without a hint of ruthlessness.But it sounds like a knife is cutting in people's hearts, and they shudder.

"Hehe, Boss Long, I'm really welcome, I'm welcome, come on, please, please." At this time, a staff member hurried over from the bar, with a sign on his chest that reads Manager Two words.

"Manager Yao, I have clear grievances and grievances, and I won't blame you for this matter." The gangster looked at the manager and smiled coldly: "You'd better not meddle in other people's business, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you."

"That's it, that's it!" The manager slowly backed away with a smile on his face.But inadvertently saw the DJ at the bar making a phone call, snatched the phone, gave him a hard look, and cursed in a low voice: "You kid doesn't want to live anymore, and you don't want to see what it is!" People report it."

Conan Doyle clapped his hands, threw away the shard of glass in his hand, and when the group of people didn't exist, he was about to leave staggeringly.

"Wait, want to leave after beating someone? You think our Longtang is easy to bully." The head of the underworld pushed off Conan Doyle and stopped her: "Tell me, are you going to keep your arm or not?" Get ready to leave your legs."

The voice was not harsh at all, but it gave people a feeling that there was no room for negotiation.

"Leave your father alone." His pushing and shoving once again violated Conan Doyle's taboo, his right leg was as fast as a machine, and he kicked between the opponent's legs.

Ah, my second brother.

The other party never expected that this seemingly powerless woman would have such a reaction, let alone that she would have such courage when she was silent, and she was kicked ### without the slightest preparation, and she was directly miserable With a howl, he fell directly to the ground clutching his legs, howling like a wolf.

Almost everyone was stunned. The reaction of the woman in front of them opened their eyes. Even in the movie, there is no such a hot scene.

"Give it to me." A guy who seemed to be the second in command of the gang gave an order and rushed up, holding a machete in his hand.

Conan Doyle's nerves, which were anesthetized by alcohol, sobered up a lot under the light reflected by the machete. Only then did he realize that he had caused a catastrophe, and the blood rushed into his head.

The special training in the National Security Bureau still allowed her to respond to the attack in front of her, sometimes leaning to avoid it, and sometimes holding up things around her to resist.

But the opponent has a lot of people, and they are all young and middle-aged. Even when he is awake, he may not be able to beat so many people, let alone when he is unconscious.

hiss!

A cold metal streaked across his body, and suddenly a warm liquid flowed out of his body. When he touched it with his hand, it was all covered with blood. He realized that he had fallen into a disadvantage, and one of the knives had already cut himself.

This knife once again awakened a lot of her intoxicated consciousness, and her eyes became wider and wider.

Dozens of knives flashed in front of him, and the light emitted was like a small sun, shining so hard that she couldn't open her eyes.She retreated as hard as she could, but no one came to rescue her all the way to the bar.

Everyone watched the underworld fight with great interest, but no one dared to come up to rescue her.

Just when she was exhausted and about to despair, a man's voice suddenly rang out at the door.

"Stop it, stop it for me." The voice seemed to be a life-saving rope, waking her up from despair.

Before she could react, a figure galloped over from the gate, as agile as a monkey, kicked all the people around her to the ground, and finally hugged her head tightly in his arms .

Time froze for a while.Feeling the real warmth and ups and downs in her chest made her dizzy and fascinated.If it can be exchanged for this warmth by being stabbed, it is worth it.

She knew that Yin Hui was always the first person to appear when she was in the most danger.

"A large group of gentlemen bully a woman, shameless." Yin Hui scolded the group of people while comforting Conan Doyle who was stuck to his chest like a docile chick.

"Boy, if you are sensible, go away, or don't blame me for being rude to you." The second in command of the underworld stood up, and he saw traces of blood on his hand, and he chopped that one just now.

Yin Hui's eyes stayed on the blade for a second, then retracted his eyes, his eyes were gentle like a ball of cotton searching Conan Doyle's body, and finally noticed the bleeding wound on her back, his eyes seemed to be on fire Two balls of anger burst out: "Is this knife drawn by you?"

The second in command of the underworld seemed to be showing off his attack triumphantly, raised the knife in his hand and said: "Of course, if you want revenge, just come up."

Yin Hui nodded, and then quietly whispered a word in Conan Doyle's ear.She reluctantly poked her head out of Yin Hui's arms.

"The sky is spirited, the earth is spirited, demons and sprites show their power, listen to my orders, now!" At some point, a small flag appeared in Yin Hui's hand, and one corner of the small flag was pointing at the second-in-command of the underworld.

Seeing Yin Hui's strange action, everyone laughed wildly: "Hahahahaha, hahaha, a big stick, spreading feudal ideology in front of the underworld is really a joke."

Everyone in the bar laughed because this scene was so funny.

However, Yin Hui didn't stop his hand and mouth movements because of the ridicule of this group of people, and still waved the chess pieces in his hands in an orderly manner: "Hungry ghost, give me a hard time for that person."

This sentence made the people at the scene want to stop. Among them, the second in command of the underworld laughed and laughed, but those younger brothers all understood that it was actually the darkness before the dawn and the tranquility before the storm.

But at the moment when he was about to erupt, the body of the second-in-command turned straight and horizontal, and after turning into a horizontal position, he suddenly fell down, and the ground slammed loudly.

Ah!

Everyone's ridicule just now was replaced by surprise, and they stared at the second in command in disbelief.

The second in command of the underworld looked at the ground in disbelief, then touched his whole body, and finally pinched his arm, he even wondered if he was dreaming.

But before he could react, his legs seemed to be grabbed by someone, they turned up, and finally turned into a handstand, with his head facing down.

His eyes were wide open, and he refused to believe that this was the truth.But the facts were in front of him, and it was hard for him not to believe it.

Struggling desperately, but no matter what, he couldn't break free from those big invisible hands.

"You guys, come up and save me." The second-in-command cried out in a tearful voice.

"There's a ghost!" Someone in the bar yelled, and everyone ran out. Only these dozen or so gangsters were left in the huge bar.

Several young men in uniform looked at me and I looked at you, not understanding what happened.However, this dazed situation didn't last long, and two of the senior triads had rushed forward to save him.

"You two, go and deal with those two guys." Yin Hui's vicious gaze fell on the underworld who was about to save someone.

As soon as the words fell, two strange winds blew up, their bodies flew straight out, and finally fell heavily on the bar counter, knocking out all the broken porcelain cups on it.

The bartenders and manager had long since fled.I'm afraid that this gang of emotionless underworld will hurt them.They didn't dare to call the police, and would rather let them smash the things in the bar, so as to save money and avoid disaster.

"This..." The rest of the underworld became even more depressed. There was no one around the two just now, why did they suddenly fly out?It was as if someone grabbed her body and threw him away.

The rest of the people didn't dare to move anymore. Seeing the appearance of Yin Hui's big magic stick, they also believed it a little bit. This person is definitely not trying to scare people.

"Who else is not afraid of death, come up to me." Yin Hui glanced around coldly, and the group of people with swords, guns and sticks actually looked at me and I looked at you and took two steps back.

It's best not to do anything until you understand the strength of the opponent.

This is what they often hear when the boss lectures them, and now it comes in handy.It's just that the boss was hanging in the air by himself, with terrified eyes, his mind was confused, and he even wondered if he had hallucinations due to the pressure recently.

"Conan Doyle, let's go." Yin Hui put away the soul-repelling flag, put his arm around Conan Doyle's arm, walked slowly to the door amidst everyone's horrified eyes, and stared back at everyone.

At that glance, it seemed that endless ice shot out, and a burst of icy rain fell in the hearts of this group of gangsters. It was icy cold, and the whole body was icy cold.

It wasn't until the figures of the two of them completely disappeared at the door that the triads shook their bodies impatiently, only to realize that they were sweating all over their bodies just now because of fear.

After the two walked out of the bar, Yin Hui eagerly looked at Conan Doyle's wound, and blamed him: "Why do you come to such a messy place? Do you want to indulge yourself?"

Hearing Yin Hui's reprimand, Conan Doyle remained silent like a child who did something wrong, but gasped because of the pain when Yin Hui's hand touched the wound.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital for a bandage." Yin Hui, who took a brief look at the wound, found that the wound was not serious, so he let out a long sigh of relief, and tore off a piece of cloth from his sleeve to block the wound .

There was a small clinic not far ahead, and there were very few people at midnight, so the doctor treated the wound quickly.

The chilly wind blew, and she couldn't help yawning.

"Let's go, let's find you a small hotel nearby to stay." Yin Hui was afraid that if Conan Doyle went back, he would catch the wind and cold, and it would be troublesome if he infected the wound.

Conan Doyle nodded obediently and kept silent, just letting Yin Hui arrange.

There is a hotel next to the small clinic.The hotel is not big, but not small either.I touched my pocket, and there were only a few dozen dollars, barely enough for a night.

A room was opened for her at the front desk, and she was sent in.

The hotel for 50 yuan a night is not very big, and the conditions are not good, but it is quite clean, and the heating and TV can be used.Just no boiling water.

"Wait a minute, I'll get you a bucket of hot water and buy supper, you can wait here." After finishing speaking, Yin Hui turned around and was about to leave.

Conan Doyle's frail body was wrapped in a quilt and reclined on the bed, watching the closed-circuit TV with blank eyes.

I don't know what she was thinking in her heart, whether she was still in shock or regretted that she had lost face in front of her subordinates.

When Yin Hui's figure disappeared from the door, she trembled because of fear, and a drop of cold liquid flowed down her cheek from the corner of her eye.