Klang, kang, kang.
Steps on the iron ladder level by level, echoing inside the empty building.
These commercial and residential buildings were well-known engineering projects in Jinhai at the time, but due to a fire in the color steel room a month ago, they were suspended by the government under a document for rectification. Currently, work has not been fully resumed. There are almost no people on the entire construction site, and there are black holes on the floor. Reinforced masonry is scattered inside, and messy scaffolding is piled up on the side of the concrete wall, giving the ghostly and gloomy feeling in some horror movies.
"Agui has died ten years ago. People who knew him had been exploded and buried in the tunnels of the Red Mountain torture room. The bones should be rotten to scum. You appeared in front of me today. That should be the damn person. Dead, and this person also knows the relationship between Agui and the painter."
Wu Yu ascended the last iron ladder, stood in the middle of the floor, and stopped.
"Who asked you to come, Thayer?"
The surroundings are silent.
"It's the one I didn't witness her death with my own eyes," Wu Yu looked around and slowly uttered a name in Burmese: "Ma Yin?"
Suddenly, there was a popping sound that was softer than the cat jumping over the beam of the room. Wu Yu instantly raised his head and suddenly raised his dagger, and the black shadow on his head approached with the wind—ding! !
Metal sparks splashed, the killer fell from the sky, and the huge force of the cold weapon made Wu Yu stand up, and was kicked out, crashing into a large scaffold!
Kang Dang——
A takeaway electric car that ran through a red light stopped suddenly and almost overturned, but Bu Chonghua couldn't even turn his head. When the deliveryman yelled and screamed, he rushed across the intersection. Jiang Ting hurriedly looked down at the location of his mobile phone. !Here!"
Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand and commanded: "Give me the phone!"
Jiang Ting: "What do you think, step detachment, this is my mobile phone, do you think it is half of the sugar cane?!"
Bu Chonghua: "..."
There is a construction site ahead, and four semi-finished commercial and residential buildings stand gloomy under the sky. Bu Chonghua's footsteps kept going, one side-hands crossed the top of the construction site and landed neatly. He was about to look back to see if the weak "cousin" had jumped up. Three seconds later, he only heard Qiangqiang's crash and Jiang Ting pushed away. The rusty iron gate on the edge of the fence squeezed in and glanced at Bu Chonghua with a strange look.
"..."
The construction site in the busy city is miraculously quiet, and several semi-finished buildings with different progress are scattered in various directions. Bu Chonghua gasped and looked around, lowering his voice and said, "I am really curious about a question, and I don't mean to offend it. Did you know my cousin when you got the picture?
"No!"
"Then what do you rely on..."
"Charm of personality!" Jiang Ting panted quickly and waved his hand suddenly: "Yan Xiu! This way!"
Bu Chonghua looked back and saw that Yan Xiu's appearance was quite embarrassed-mainly because he changed the price of shirts, trousers and Italian handmade leather shoes with a string of zeros behind the price in order to welcome Jiang Ting, and also used hairspray. After styling and taking a photo, it can be directly on the cover of the magazine, but it is completely destroyed in less than a few minutes after searching back and forth on the bumpy construction site.
"Can't find it!" Yan Xiu was furious, and then rushed to Jiang Ting: "Didn't I let you stay in the hospital and wait for me to pick you up?!"
Jiang Ting knew he was wrong, and did not reply.
Yan Xi was very dissatisfied and turned to Bu Chonghua: "What are you doing with Wu Yu? Quickly call him and ask where he is!"
Bu Chonghua said coldly: "He won't answer."
"why do not you answer?"
"..."
Yan Xi was about to explode for the second time today by his cousin's shocking expression: "So what have you done? How can you offend your wife again!"
Bu Chonghua ignored his cousin, forcibly stopped breathing, and looked up at the four buildings.
It didn't rain for several days, the construction site was dusty, and the traces of footsteps could not be seen on the dry and messy ground.
Wu Yu deliberately let the criminals leave the police encirclement. He rushed out of the underground parking garage more than a minute later. This was enough time for the criminals to mix in the crowd and disappear, but Wu Yu could chase him back and forth to this construction site. This should be It is the result of their deliberate creation of each other.
——Where is he hiding, is he in danger?
On top of the cascading scaffolding are towering tower cranes. The building has not yet been installed with windows, and the floors are like huge black holes under the sky. Bu Chonghua's eyesight and hearing were mobilized to the limit. Suddenly, hundreds of meters away, in the middle of the building that was diagonal to them, the scaffold shook in an uproar, and a figure flew out of the window.
Wu Yu!
Bu Chonghua’s pupils shook, and immediately Wu Yu grabbed the steel tube hanging outside the building and stabilized his figure in mid-air; the thrilling scene did not even pause, he volleyed in the air and turned over, directly turning back from the window. The floor!
Bu Chonghua rushed over: "There!"
With a muffled sound, Wu Yu slid out from his back, and at the moment when a mouthful of blood surged, he twisted and stuck the killer’s neck with his hind legs at a very tricky angle, and immediately knocked the opponent down on the hard On the cement floor.
"..." Wu Yu held a dagger in one hand, and barely got up on the ground with the other. Suddenly, he saw the ground ticking in front of him. It was the blood dripping out of his nose. The fastest update of 999 novels Computer: https://www.999xs.com/
"You can't do it, painter." The young man nailed the thorn to the ground with a three-sided|stabbed tip, took advantage of his strength and stood up, panting and laughing: "Admit it, years have taken away your fame, and it's time for you to disappear. ."
Wu Yu swayed back, supporting his back with a dusty wall: "What is the connection between Ma Yin and the human bone helmet case? Did Chen Yuanliang send her to kill him with the "Sanqi"?"
The killer said nothing.
"It seems that your confidence in killing me is not so great, at least not so great as you showed it." Wu Yu laughed, "Admit it, little brother, you are not sure which of us will disappear here today. , A man can only be stubborn and not grow up, understand?"
"You don't need to arouse me. People like Sanqi can't climb Sister Yin, and it's useless for the police to catch him." The killer said lightly, "I don't care about human bone helmets. I came here just to replace your name and take It's the bounty."
Wu Yu said in a deep voice: "You really know the human bone helmet. Has Ma Yin mixed up with the shark?"
The assassin didn't mind being talked about by him, but raised his eyebrows, his expression was a bit provocative like "you understand".
"It was Qin Chuan who got the human bone helmet, but Sanqi was a broker for sharks, and you were from Ma Yin." Wu Yu raised his head and exhaled: "These three people are mixed together. I can't think of the common goal as the link. ...It shouldn't be a peachy relationship?"
The killer didn't answer, but he seemed to suddenly remember something, feeling very interesting: "I heard that there are some old emotional entanglements between Yin Jie and Agui, Agui and you, is it true?"
"..." Wu Yu was stunned, as if he heard some absurd joke: "Agui with me?"
The killer raised his eyebrows.
"You must not be Ma Yin's confidant, otherwise you will hear another version of the story in her." Wu Yu shook his head and said regretfully, "People like you must not understand that principle. It takes more than force to replace a painter. Another thing is needed..."
"what?"
"Brain."
The assassin was extremely angry and laughed, and lightning reached his eyes, and the three-lens| piercing eyes pierced, and Wu Yu gritted his teeth! With a sound blocked, the sound of the impact of the two blades shook people's eardrums!
Despite the short respite just now, the differences in physical fitness, reaction, and speed are still irreparable. Under this huge face-to-face pressure, all fighting experience and analysis are useless. Wu Yu flew back along the root of the wall, and in the blink of an eye, the three-lens|thorn and dagger were already violently violently, and the next moment his waist reached a hard object, which was a cement window sill!
There was no way to go back behind him, Wu Yu instantly leaned back, his waist almost bends to ninety degrees, three-sided|stabbed under the collarbone and swept across, splashing an arc of blood star!
When crying--
Wu Yu's palm was empty, the dagger was smashed out, and Xue Guangduo pierced deeply into the crack in the wall with a sound.
The assassin's hard fingers clamped on his front neck, and the three-sided|stab was thrown upwards, and caught it with his backhand: "I will remember your teachings, senior--" Then the sharp tip of the knife was piercing the throat!
Everything was too fast to express, Wu Yu lifted his feet and was about to turn down the window sill with the killer, suddenly-boom!
Hengli swooped up, the speed was as fast as a high-speed rail rushing toward his face, and instantly knocked the killer out of the sky, and the two rolled out more than ten meters on the ground at the same time, with a few loud bangs and crashing. Two or three meters high internal scaffolding on the wall.
It's Bu Chonghua!
"...Fuck, I did a good job." Yan Xiu ran the stairs out of breath. He climbed up half a second later than this scene of life and death. He held his knees with one hand and compared a thumb with one hand. Panting: "Pretty brother, no one can beat you in your BGM!"
Wu Yu coughed up a mouthful of blood, and just swiped it without even looking. He stepped forward and opened the hill of masonry, wall ash, and wooden scaffolding, and pulled out Bu Chonghua, who was constantly coughing in the ash billowing smoke: "You How did his mother find this place?!"
Bu Chonghua was embarrassed and grabbed Wu Yu's elbow with a backhand. The sharp stone pulled a blood mark on his cheek, from the corner of the forehead to the eye, and the bright red blood continued to flow to the chin, making the normally indifferent face more awkward and hostile: "What do you think?!"
Wu Yu gasped for a long while, finally lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "I think you are out of shape."
"..."
He was still very handsome even after he was broken, and such a vague thought flashed in Wu Yu's mind in an instant. But he didn't say it, only laughed shortly, hoarsely and tiredly: "I thought it was the last time I saw you."
Bu Chonghua squeezed a few words between his teeth: "Let's say this when I am lying on the bed!"
"Cough cough cough..."
The assassin staggered up from the scaffold pile, his face covered with dust and blood, his appearance was not much better than Wu Yu, his eyes looked at Yan Xu, Wu Yu, and Bu Chonghua in turn, and finally settled on Bu Chonghua. On the face, he spit out a bloody saliva: "It's fucking bad luck, it's you again..."
Bu Chonghua squinted his eyes: "Sanqi?"
"He's not "Three Seven"." Wu Yu stepped back hoarsely, wiped the blood flowing out from his nose with the base of his palm, and said: "He just wants a reward for my head."
Yan Xiu sensitively: "A reward? How much?"
Wu Yu didn't say a word, took out the cigarette case and poured out a cigarette. don't know if it was because of the severe pain or other reasons. When lighting the cigarette, his fingers trembled slightly, and the lighter instantly reflected his clear and deep profile.
At this time, police sirens approaching and people shouting faintly came downstairs, and the police from the local police station rushed outside the construction site. The assassin looked at the three people surrounded by circles in front of him, then turned his head and looked at the street in the distance, and said coldly: "Don't you know how much the head of the'painter' item is worth? Then you should even think he was in the Golden Triangle. It's a pity that I haven't heard of all the heroic deeds."
Bu Chonghua's blood-stained sword eyebrow jumped: "What do you mean? Who told you that the painter was in Jinhai? Who sent you?"
"It doesn't mean anything." The killer laughed: "Although I am not the fatal greedy ghost of "Sanqi", the whereabouts of the painter was indeed told to me by "Sanqi"... No, it is not counted as he told me directly, he I told my customers first."
The police were all here, but he was a little relaxed, his gaze cast obliquely at Wu Yu from the bottom up, a little arrogant and threatening: "As for who my customer is—"
"Shut up." Wu Yu said lightly.
Bu Chonghua's gaze patrolled back and forth between the two of him, his reaction was astonishing, and he immediately understood something, this killer was betting!
He bet that Wu Yu would help him escape from the police like in the underground garage of a hospital!
"..." Bu Chonghua's eyes changed drastically, his thoughts turned, and his head slightly tilted and said in a low voice: "Yan Xiu."
Worthy of being a cousin, Yan Xiu understood something as soon as he saw his wink. He calmly moved a half step towards the top of the stairs, faintly blocking the only exit on this floor.
At the same time, there was noisy footsteps downstairs, police dogs screamed, and the chasing soldiers had arrived.
"Senior painter." The killer smiled. "No matter what method you used ten years ago, you were able to escape from the Red Mountain torture chamber, but now you can definitely do the same thing, right?"
The human voice is getting closer, but this space is contrasted more and more deadly. Except for a few people's increasingly tight breathing, even the cigarette butt can be heard on the ground.
Wu Yu didn't seem to see Bu Chonghua and Yan Xi who had blocked his way. He raised his head and exhaled a long, bloody rusty smoke. He looked over the assassin, looked at the endless sky in the distance, and touched it. Right shoulder blade.
In fact, can't feel it through the T-shirt, but because have touched it too many times, fingertips still seem to be able to touch the light-black flying bird, which is like turning on an old phonograph.
"Walking and walking again, parting from the king and life; we have gone for more than a thousand miles, each in the end of the sky... The road is blocked and long, and the meeting is safe? Hu Ma depends on the north wind, and the bird's nest south branch..."
"Thousands of miles and the end of the world are difficult and dangerous. Who knows how long it will take to see each other?" He heard the voice of the past ringing in his ears again, and each word was long and gentle: "Only the flying birds can go all the way south and cross the distant mountains and rivers. Find your own branch nest..."
"Yes." Wu Yu lowered his eyes and said, "Of course I can do the same thing."
Bu Chonghua's brows tightened, and he pressed for a few steps and shouted, "Wu Yu!"
"Here! Footprints are here!" The footsteps came under the stairs, and several policemen in the distance shouted at the same time: "Found it!" "Quick!"
Wu Yu finally exhaled a puff of cigarette deeply and forcefully, then turned around and smiled at Bu Chonghua. The black and white eye circles were slightly red, and he whispered, "I like you too."
He waved his cigarette butt to his side, and a red star appeared in the air——
Bu Chonghua foresaw something in an instant, and roared, "Don't!"
But he reached out to stop it but it was too late. saw Wu Yu suddenly force forward, hugged the assassin who was caught off guard, and rushed out from the edge of the empty unbuilt floor with lightning, and fell down!
This is the eighth floor!
"Wu Yu!"
Bu Chonghua rushed forward like an arrow from the string, and Yan Xi madly pulled him behind him to prevent him from slipping and falling from the eighth floor. The next moment, Bu Chonghua’s amber pupils reflected an incredible scene:
Wu Yu, who was falling rapidly, grabbed the wooden frame on the sixth floor, and he fell into a panic, and smashed the two scaffolds in an uproar; countless broken bricks and broken wood wrapped him on the fourth floor and had another meal, shoulders, elbows, and knees. Three buffer support points were made one by one, and the fall position was adjusted by force. He is like a cheetah falling from the sky in full view. The whole person turns 135 degrees above the air conditioner. When he falls on the scaffold on the second floor, he has adjusted his feet to the ground. The body bowed to the limit cushions most of the inertia— —The large shed with him as the center cracked at the same time and collapsed!
Amidst the millions of pieces of wood, he fell on the dirt road on the construction site and rolled, rolling out ten meters before standing up, his chest shook out on the spot!
"...Huh, huh..." Wu Yu's eyes turned black for a while, he staggered and walked for two steps, half kneeling in the pool of blood next to the killer's corpse, and took out something from his trouser pocket.
-Motorcycle key.
Before the killer came, he parked his motorcycle at an intersection half a block away from the hospital, but in fact it was not far from the construction site. This position must have been calculated in advance, so that he could quickly escape after completing the killing mission... Wu Yu was in severe pain. After turning many thoughts in his brain, he resisted the boiling blood in his throat and stood up, thinking: I only have three minutes at most.
Some of the missing escalators in the building were replaced by climbing ladders. Even if Bu Chonghua jumped down in the middle, it would take three minutes at the fastest, which could not be shorter. This time was enough for him to rush out of the construction site, get into the nearest public place, quickly change clothes and escape on a motorcycle.
Wu Yu exhaled hot blood, just raised his head, suddenly his whole body froze——
A figure was blocked a few meters in front of him, Jiang Ting!
The police sirens screamed on the road behind him, and the voices were chaotic. The roar of the police from the heights and the rush of Bu Chonghua were swept away by the wind, gathering the hustle and bustle of the huge city, rushing to the sky like a torrent.
"...Come here," Jiang Ting panted, and reached out to Wu Yu: "Come to my side."
Wu Yu stepped back for a while, those trembling pupils were suddenly certain, so deep and so dark that there was no light, and the hand holding the key slowly stretched into his arms.
But Jiang Ting stared at him closely: "Don't you remember me, Jie Xing?"
"..."
"Do you remember that it was raining outside that day. You were lying on the bed in the dormitory but didn't help me to collect the uniform, so I had to run back halfway to collect the things by myself? You know I went to etiquette the next day because the uniform was not done. Taiwan, was punished by the instructor to stand for three hours, and you still slapped your breasts and promised me that you would buy me meals from the third cafeteria?"
Wu Yu looked at Jiang Ting, as if he wanted to move but couldn't. The hand in his arms shuddered involuntarily, and the tremor spread to his whole body.
No one knows what this sentence means to him, no one knows what happened to the mediocre and forgettable details that only happened between the two of them during those undercurrents. The meaning of changing all situations.
"Thirteen years, Jiexing." Jiang Ting's tail tone also trembled strangely, as if forced to choke: "Come here, come to me."
As if time had frozen, it turned into a lonely long song, disappearing far away in the faint light and shadow of time.
Wu Yu finally took a step forward mechanically, and then another step before being hugged tightly by Jiang Ting, and pressed his messy black hair into his neck.
"Listen to me, you shouldn't go forward anymore. Bu Detachment is very worried about you." Jiang Ting almost exhausted his whole body to restrain the sharp pain in his chest, and asked Wu Yu softly in his ear: "You Do you think it should be left like this, huh? Do you think he should worry about it?"
Wu Yu leaned on Jiang Ting's shoulders, his whole body was like a string that was tightened to the limit, so tight that even a feather would drop him to pieces in an instant.
Two figures in the distance rushed out of the building one after another. They were Bu Chonghua and Yan Xi, but Jiang Ting supported Wu Yu without letting go. He pressed his head and face on his shoulders and finally heard the ears. There was an extremely hoarse voice like a gnat:
"...Should not..."
Wu Yu closed his eyes.
Those few words exhausted his last bit of strength, and the whole world quickly turned away, and he fell into the abyss of consciousness.
Klang, kang, kang.
Steps on the iron ladder level by level, echoing inside the empty building.
These commercial and residential buildings were well-known engineering projects in Jinhai at the time, but due to a fire in the color steel room a month ago, they were suspended by the government under a document for rectification. Currently, work has not been fully resumed. There are almost no people on the entire construction site, and there are black holes on the floor. Reinforced masonry is scattered inside, and messy scaffolding is piled up on the side of the concrete wall, giving the ghostly and gloomy feeling in some horror movies.
"Agui has died ten years ago. People who knew him had been exploded and buried in the tunnels of the Red Mountain torture room. The bones should be rotten to scum. You appeared in front of me today. That should be the damn person. Dead, and this person also knows the relationship between Agui and the painter."
Wu Yu ascended the last iron ladder, stood in the middle of the floor, and stopped.
"Who asked you to come, Thayer?"
The surroundings are silent.
"It's the one I didn't witness her death with my own eyes," Wu Yu looked around and slowly uttered a name in Burmese: "Ma Yin?"
Suddenly, there was a popping sound that was softer than the cat jumping over the beam of the room. Wu Yu instantly raised his head and suddenly raised his dagger, and the black shadow on his head approached with the wind—ding! !
Metal sparks splashed, the killer fell from the sky, and the huge force of the cold weapon made Wu Yu stand up, and was kicked out, crashing into a large scaffold!
Kang Dang——
A takeaway electric car that ran through a red light stopped suddenly and almost overturned, but Bu Chonghua couldn't even turn his head. When the deliveryman yelled and screamed, he rushed across the intersection. Jiang Ting hurriedly looked down at the location of his mobile phone. !Here!"
Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand and commanded: "Give me the phone!"
Jiang Ting: "What do you think, step detachment, this is my mobile phone, do you think it is half of the sugar cane?!"
Bu Chonghua: "..."
There is a construction site ahead, and four semi-finished commercial and residential buildings stand gloomy under the sky. Bu Chonghua's footsteps kept going, one side-hands crossed the top of the construction site and landed neatly. He was about to look back to see if the weak "cousin" had jumped up. Three seconds later, he only heard Qiangqiang's crash and Jiang Ting pushed away. The rusty iron gate on the edge of the fence squeezed in and glanced at Bu Chonghua with a strange look.
"..."
The construction site in the busy city is miraculously quiet, and several semi-finished buildings with different progress are scattered in various directions. Bu Chonghua gasped and looked around, lowering his voice and said, "I am really curious about a question, and I don't mean to offend it. Did you know my cousin when you got the picture?
"No!"
"Then what do you rely on..."
"Charm of personality!" Jiang Ting panted quickly and waved his hand suddenly: "Yan Xiu! This way!"
Bu Chonghua looked back and saw that Yan Xiu's appearance was quite embarrassed-mainly because he changed the price of shirts, trousers and Italian handmade leather shoes with a string of zeros behind the price in order to welcome Jiang Ting, and also used hairspray. After styling and taking a photo, it can be directly on the cover of the magazine, but it is completely destroyed in less than a few minutes after searching back and forth on the bumpy construction site.
"Can't find it!" Yan Xiu was furious, and then rushed to Jiang Ting: "Didn't I let you stay in the hospital and wait for me to pick you up?!"
Jiang Ting knew he was wrong, and did not reply.
Yan Xi was very dissatisfied and turned to Bu Chonghua: "What are you doing with Wu Yu? Quickly call him and ask where he is!"
Bu Chonghua said coldly: "He won't answer."
"why do not you answer?"
"..."
Yan Xi was about to explode for the second time today by his cousin's shocking expression: "So what have you done? How can you offend your wife again!"
Bu Chonghua ignored his cousin, forcibly stopped breathing, and looked up at the four buildings.
It didn't rain for several days, the construction site was dusty, and the traces of footsteps could not be seen on the dry and messy ground.
Wu Yu deliberately let the criminals leave the police encirclement. He rushed out of the underground parking garage more than a minute later. This was enough time for the criminals to mix in the crowd and disappear, but Wu Yu could chase him back and forth to this construction site. This should be It is the result of their deliberate creation of each other.
——Where is he hiding, is he in danger?
On top of the cascading scaffolding are towering tower cranes. The building has not yet been installed with windows, and the floors are like huge black holes under the sky. Bu Chonghua's eyesight and hearing were mobilized to the limit. Suddenly, hundreds of meters away, in the middle of the building that was diagonal to them, the scaffold shook in an uproar, and a figure flew out of the window.
Wu Yu!
Bu Chonghua’s pupils shook, and immediately Wu Yu grabbed the steel tube hanging outside the building and stabilized his figure in mid-air; the thrilling scene did not even pause, he volleyed in the air and turned over, directly turning back from the window. The floor!
Bu Chonghua rushed over: "There!"
With a muffled sound, Wu Yu slid out from his back, and at the moment when a mouthful of blood surged, he twisted and stuck the killer’s neck with his hind legs at a very tricky angle, and immediately knocked the opponent down on the hard On the cement floor.
"..." Wu Yu held a dagger in one hand, and barely got up on the ground with the other. Suddenly, he saw the ground ticking in front of him. It was the blood dripping out of his nose. The fastest update of 999 novels Computer: https://www.999xs.com/
"You can't do it, painter." The young man nailed the thorn to the ground with a three-sided|stabbed tip, took advantage of his strength and stood up, panting and laughing: "Admit it, years have taken away your fame, and it's time for you to disappear. ."
Wu Yu swayed back, supporting his back with a dusty wall: "What is the connection between Ma Yin and the human bone helmet case? Did Chen Yuanliang send her to kill him with the "Sanqi"?"
The killer said nothing.
"It seems that your confidence in killing me is not so great, at least not so great as you showed it." Wu Yu laughed, "Admit it, little brother, you are not sure which of us will disappear here today. , A man can only be stubborn and not grow up, understand?"
"You don't need to arouse me. People like Sanqi can't climb Sister Yin, and it's useless for the police to catch him." The killer said lightly, "I don't care about human bone helmets. I came here just to replace your name and take It's the bounty."
Wu Yu said in a deep voice: "You really know the human bone helmet. Has Ma Yin mixed up with the shark?"
The assassin didn't mind being talked about by him, but raised his eyebrows, his expression was a bit provocative like "you understand".
"It was Qin Chuan who got the human bone helmet, but Sanqi was a broker for sharks, and you were from Ma Yin." Wu Yu raised his head and exhaled: "These three people are mixed together. I can't think of the common goal as the link. ...It shouldn't be a peachy relationship?"
The killer didn't answer, but he seemed to suddenly remember something, feeling very interesting: "I heard that there are some old emotional entanglements between Yin Jie and Agui, Agui and you, is it true?"
"..." Wu Yu was stunned, as if he heard some absurd joke: "Agui with me?"
The killer raised his eyebrows.
"You must not be Ma Yin's confidant, otherwise you will hear another version of the story in her." Wu Yu shook his head and said regretfully, "People like you must not understand that principle. It takes more than force to replace a painter. Another thing is needed..."
"what?"
"Brain."
The assassin was extremely angry and laughed, and lightning reached his eyes, and the three-lens| piercing eyes pierced, and Wu Yu gritted his teeth! With a sound blocked, the sound of the impact of the two blades shook people's eardrums!
Despite the short respite just now, the differences in physical fitness, reaction, and speed are still irreparable. Under this huge face-to-face pressure, all fighting experience and analysis are useless. Wu Yu flew back along the root of the wall, and in the blink of an eye, the three-lens|thorn and dagger were already violently violently, and the next moment his waist reached a hard object, which was a cement window sill!
There was no way to go back behind him, Wu Yu instantly leaned back, his waist almost bends to ninety degrees, three-sided|stabbed under the collarbone and swept across, splashing an arc of blood star!
When crying--
Wu Yu's palm was empty, the dagger was smashed out, and Xue Guangduo pierced deeply into the crack in the wall with a sound.
The assassin's hard fingers clamped on his front neck, and the three-sided|stab was thrown upwards, and caught it with his backhand: "I will remember your teachings, senior--" Then the sharp tip of the knife was piercing the throat!
Everything was too fast to express, Wu Yu lifted his feet and was about to turn down the window sill with the killer, suddenly-boom!
Hengli swooped up, the speed was as fast as a high-speed rail rushing toward his face, and instantly knocked the killer out of the sky, and the two rolled out more than ten meters on the ground at the same time, with a few loud bangs and crashing. Two or three meters high internal scaffolding on the wall.
It's Bu Chonghua!
"...Fuck, I did a good job." Yan Xiu ran the stairs out of breath. He climbed up half a second later than this scene of life and death. He held his knees with one hand and compared a thumb with one hand. Panting: "Pretty brother, no one can beat you in your BGM!"
Wu Yu coughed up a mouthful of blood, and just swiped it without even looking. He stepped forward and opened the hill of masonry, wall ash, and wooden scaffolding, and pulled out Bu Chonghua, who was constantly coughing in the ash billowing smoke: "You How did his mother find this place?!"
Bu Chonghua was embarrassed and grabbed Wu Yu's elbow with a backhand. The sharp stone pulled a blood mark on his cheek, from the corner of the forehead to the eye, and the bright red blood continued to flow to the chin, making the normally indifferent face more awkward and hostile: "What do you think?!"
Wu Yu gasped for a long while, finally lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "I think you are out of shape."
"..."
He was still very handsome even after he was broken, and such a vague thought flashed in Wu Yu's mind in an instant. But he didn't say it, only laughed shortly, hoarsely and tiredly: "I thought it was the last time I saw you."
Bu Chonghua squeezed a few words between his teeth: "Let's say this when I am lying on the bed!"
"Cough cough cough..."
The assassin staggered up from the scaffold pile, his face covered with dust and blood, his appearance was not much better than Wu Yu, his eyes looked at Yan Xu, Wu Yu, and Bu Chonghua in turn, and finally settled on Bu Chonghua. On the face, he spit out a bloody saliva: "It's fucking bad luck, it's you again..."
Bu Chonghua squinted his eyes: "Sanqi?"
"He's not "Three Seven"." Wu Yu stepped back hoarsely, wiped the blood flowing out from his nose with the base of his palm, and said: "He just wants a reward for my head."
Yan Xiu sensitively: "A reward? How much?"
Wu Yu didn't say a word, took out the cigarette case and poured out a cigarette. don't know if it was because of the severe pain or other reasons. When lighting the cigarette, his fingers trembled slightly, and the lighter instantly reflected his clear and deep profile.
At this time, police sirens approaching and people shouting faintly came downstairs, and the police from the local police station rushed outside the construction site. The assassin looked at the three people surrounded by circles in front of him, then turned his head and looked at the street in the distance, and said coldly: "Don't you know how much the head of the'painter' item is worth? Then you should even think he was in the Golden Triangle. It's a pity that I haven't heard of all the heroic deeds."
Bu Chonghua's blood-stained sword eyebrow jumped: "What do you mean? Who told you that the painter was in Jinhai? Who sent you?"
"It doesn't mean anything." The killer laughed: "Although I am not the fatal greedy ghost of "Sanqi", the whereabouts of the painter was indeed told to me by "Sanqi"... No, it is not counted as he told me directly, he I told my customers first."
The police were all here, but he was a little relaxed, his gaze cast obliquely at Wu Yu from the bottom up, a little arrogant and threatening: "As for who my customer is—"
"Shut up." Wu Yu said lightly.
Bu Chonghua's gaze patrolled back and forth between the two of him, his reaction was astonishing, and he immediately understood something, this killer was betting!
He bet that Wu Yu would help him escape from the police like in the underground garage of a hospital!
"..." Bu Chonghua's eyes changed drastically, his thoughts turned, and his head slightly tilted and said in a low voice: "Yan Xiu."
Worthy of being a cousin, Yan Xiu understood something as soon as he saw his wink. He calmly moved a half step towards the top of the stairs, faintly blocking the only exit on this floor.
At the same time, there was noisy footsteps downstairs, police dogs screamed, and the chasing soldiers had arrived.
"Senior painter." The killer smiled. "No matter what method you used ten years ago, you were able to escape from the Red Mountain torture chamber, but now you can definitely do the same thing, right?"
The human voice is getting closer, but this space is contrasted more and more deadly. Except for a few people's increasingly tight breathing, even the cigarette butt can be heard on the ground.
Wu Yu didn't seem to see Bu Chonghua and Yan Xi who had blocked his way. He raised his head and exhaled a long, bloody rusty smoke. He looked over the assassin, looked at the endless sky in the distance, and touched it. Right shoulder blade.
In fact, can't feel it through the T-shirt, but because have touched it too many times, fingertips still seem to be able to touch the light-black flying bird, which is like turning on an old phonograph.
"Walking and walking again, parting from the king and life; we have gone for more than a thousand miles, each in the end of the sky... The road is blocked and long, and the meeting is safe? Hu Ma depends on the north wind, and the bird's nest south branch..."
"Thousands of miles and the end of the world are difficult and dangerous. Who knows how long it will take to see each other?" He heard the voice of the past ringing in his ears again, and each word was long and gentle: "Only the flying birds can go all the way south and cross the distant mountains and rivers. Find your own branch nest..."
"Yes." Wu Yu lowered his eyes and said, "Of course I can do the same thing."
Bu Chonghua's brows tightened, and he pressed for a few steps and shouted, "Wu Yu!"
"Here! Footprints are here!" The footsteps came under the stairs, and several policemen in the distance shouted at the same time: "Found it!" "Quick!"
Wu Yu finally exhaled a puff of cigarette deeply and forcefully, then turned around and smiled at Bu Chonghua. The black and white eye circles were slightly red, and he whispered, "I like you too."
He waved his cigarette butt to his side, and a red star appeared in the air——
Bu Chonghua foresaw something in an instant, and roared, "Don't!"
But he reached out to stop it but it was too late. saw Wu Yu suddenly force forward, hugged the assassin who was caught off guard, and rushed out from the edge of the empty unbuilt floor with lightning, and fell down!
This is the eighth floor!
"Wu Yu!"
Bu Chonghua rushed forward like an arrow from the string, and Yan Xi madly pulled him behind him to prevent him from slipping and falling from the eighth floor. The next moment, Bu Chonghua’s amber pupils reflected an incredible scene:
Wu Yu, who was falling rapidly, grabbed the wooden frame on the sixth floor, and he fell into a panic, and smashed the two scaffolds in an uproar; countless broken bricks and broken wood wrapped him on the fourth floor and had another meal, shoulders, elbows, and knees. Three buffer support points were made one by one, and the fall position was adjusted by force. He is like a cheetah falling from the sky in full view. The whole person turns 135 degrees above the air conditioner. When he falls on the scaffold on the second floor, he has adjusted his feet to the ground. The body bowed to the limit cushions most of the inertia— —The large shed with him as the center cracked at the same time and collapsed!
Amidst the millions of pieces of wood, he fell on the dirt road on the construction site and rolled, rolling out ten meters before standing up, his chest shook out on the spot!
"...Huh, huh..." Wu Yu's eyes turned black for a while, he staggered and walked for two steps, half kneeling in the pool of blood next to the killer's corpse, and took out something from his trouser pocket.
-Motorcycle key.
Before the killer came, he parked his motorcycle at an intersection half a block away from the hospital, but in fact it was not far from the construction site. This position must have been calculated in advance, so that he could quickly escape after completing the killing mission... Wu Yu was in severe pain. After turning many thoughts in his brain, he resisted the boiling blood in his throat and stood up, thinking: I only have three minutes at most.
Some of the missing escalators in the building were replaced by climbing ladders. Even if Bu Chonghua jumped down in the middle, it would take three minutes at the fastest, which could not be shorter. This time was enough for him to rush out of the construction site, get into the nearest public place, quickly change clothes and escape on a motorcycle.
Wu Yu exhaled hot blood, just raised his head, suddenly his whole body froze——
A figure was blocked a few meters in front of him, Jiang Ting!
The police sirens screamed on the road behind him, and the voices were chaotic. The roar of the police from the heights and the rush of Bu Chonghua were swept away by the wind, gathering the hustle and bustle of the huge city, rushing to the sky like a torrent.
"...Come here," Jiang Ting panted, and reached out to Wu Yu: "Come to my side."
Wu Yu stepped back for a while, those trembling pupils were suddenly certain, so deep and so dark that there was no light, and the hand holding the key slowly stretched into his arms.
But Jiang Ting stared at him closely: "Don't you remember me, Jie Xing?"
"..."
"Do you remember that it was raining outside that day. You were lying on the bed in the dormitory but didn't help me to collect the uniform, so I had to run back halfway to collect the things by myself? You know I went to etiquette the next day because the uniform was not done. Taiwan, was punished by the instructor to stand for three hours, and you still slapped your breasts and promised me that you would buy me meals from the third cafeteria?"
Wu Yu looked at Jiang Ting, as if he wanted to move but couldn't. The hand in his arms shuddered involuntarily, and the tremor spread to his whole body.
No one knows what this sentence means to him, no one knows what happened to the mediocre and forgettable details that only happened between the two of them during those undercurrents. The meaning of changing all situations.
"Thirteen years, Jiexing." Jiang Ting's tail tone also trembled strangely, as if forced to choke: "Come here, come to me."
As if time had frozen, it turned into a lonely long song, disappearing far away in the faint light and shadow of time.
Wu Yu finally took a step forward mechanically, and then another step before being hugged tightly by Jiang Ting, and pressed his messy black hair into his neck.
"Listen to me, you shouldn't go forward anymore. Bu Detachment is very worried about you." Jiang Ting almost exhausted his whole body to restrain the sharp pain in his chest, and asked Wu Yu softly in his ear: "You Do you think it should be left like this, huh? Do you think he should worry about it?"
Wu Yu leaned on Jiang Ting's shoulders, his whole body was like a string that was tightened to the limit, so tight that even a feather would drop him to pieces in an instant.
Two figures in the distance rushed out of the building one after another. They were Bu Chonghua and Yan Xi, but Jiang Ting supported Wu Yu without letting go. He pressed his head and face on his shoulders and finally heard the ears. There was an extremely hoarse voice like a gnat:
"...Should not..."
Wu Yu closed his eyes.
Those few words exhausted his last bit of strength, and the whole world quickly turned away, and he fell into the abyss of consciousness.
