Chapter 84

The first time he heard the sound of chuckle, Guo Yi could explain it with his own illusion.

After all, he saw with his own eyes that the two loyal men still stood behind the door and kept their due movements, which proved that nothing had happened, otherwise they would not be so calm.

But when the light laughter sounded for the second time, Guo Yi was sure it was not an illusion.

The same illusion cannot appear twice in a row.

But what about the one who chuckles?

Why didn't you see it?

When Guo Yi quickly turned to look at the window again, he still didn't find anything. A kind of unprecedented fear rose from his bones and made his hair stand up.

"Xiao Zheng!"

After Guo Yi turned around for the second time and didn't see anyone, he immediately stood up, opened his chair and shouted to his men standing at the door.

Xiao Zheng is the black suit on the left behind the door. He is also the "guard leader" responsible for protecting Guo Yi's safety.

Guo Yi's voice calling Xiao Zheng was not too high, but he promised to be heard by the two men outside the door.

But Xiao Zheng and the two bodyguards in front of the suite window did not respond. Just like the terracotta warriors and horses who faithfully guarded the Shihuang mausoleum, they just stood there in awe.

Bang, bang!

Guo Yiyi heard the rapid jumping sound of his heart, and even felt the blood roaring and flowing in his blood vessels like the flood of a bank burst - a startling reaction only under extreme tension.

"Xiao, Xiao Zheng!"

Guo Yi, who was shivering all over his body, called Xiao Zheng again and suddenly turned around and rushed to the suite.

On the hanger behind the suite door, there was his handbag with a pistol in it.

When he jumped at the door of the suite, he seemed to see the shadow of a Taoist priest -- perhaps this was also an illusion?

Well, it must be hallucinations, too nervous and too afraid.

Guo Yi didn't care about anything. After jumping into the suite, he pulled his handbag over the hanger.

Because of extreme tension, the handbag fell to the ground.

He instinctively bent over to pick it up. When he reached half way, he stopped again.

If there is any danger, it is the best time to attack him when he bends down to take his handbag.

No danger.

The guest rooms and suites were quiet. In addition to his own heartbeat, he could not even hear his own breathing, just like the two bodyguards standing in front of the window were frozen by time.

Guo Yi was stunned for a few seconds before he slowly bent down and picked up his handbag.

When he grabbed the heavy pistol in his hand, all the tension disappeared: pistols and other killers always add too much calm and a sense of security.

Guo Ershao's pistol is always loaded with cartridges. You can shoot by opening the insurance.

With a pleasant click, the insurance was opened and the pistol was ready to go. Guo Yi also completely calmed down, took a step horizontally and pasted it on the wall behind the suite door.

The thick wall is the most faithful protector of the back.

He took a deep breath. When Guo Yi looked up, he saw a man in gray clothes, so abruptly in his sight.

In other words, Guo Yi suddenly appeared in front of him, as if he had been standing in this place for hundreds of years and had never moved.

This should be a man -- it's easy to distinguish men and women by body shape, because all women have only two bodies, one is slim and the other is bucket, which can be said to be completely different.

No matter what kind of woman, she will not be like the man in front of him. Although he doesn't look tall and strong at all, he can feel the amazing explosive power in this body after being seen.

Guo Yi said this was a man because he could not see men and women from his face: he didn't have a mask, but he wore a mask on his face.

The quality of the mask is very poor. It looks like the heavy make-up put on by smelly women. When the wind blows, the powder will fall down.

No matter how inferior the mask is, it can also play an unrecognizable effect, and even men and women can't distinguish.

"You, who are you?"

Guo Yi stared at the man stupidly. I don't know how long it took before he woke up.

When he asked this sentence, all the sensory nerves of his body were revived at the same time. It was absolutely out of instinct. His hands holding the pistol suddenly raised and pulled the trigger against the man's face!

If the pistol trigger is plastic, Guo Yiyi can certainly break it directly.

Fortunately, it was made of steel, so when he almost tried his best to pull down the trigger, the trigger didn't break. As he wished, he made a soft sound: CLICK!

This is the sound of a pistol striker hitting a bullet.

Since Guo Yi can play with guns, he certainly knows the seconds of pistol bullets, up to hundreds of meters.

After the bullet comes out of the chamber, no matter how much the man in front of him plays tricks, he can't escape at such a close distance.

He even saw in advance that the bullet that broke through the air quickly would draw a dazzling blue trajectory in an instant, smashing the ugly face and splashing blood before the man made any response!

Click -- click, the sound made by the striker has completely sounded, but no bullet has come out of the chamber.

Where's the bullet?

Grass, where's the bullet!

Click, click!

Guo Yi pulled the trigger one after another. The firing pin kept ringing, but no bullet came out of the chamber.

"Are you looking for bullets?"

When Guo Yi pulled the trigger like crazy, the man always looked at him quietly. Maybe he felt that his current action was suspected of shabby, or he was impatient to watch him perform and slowly raised his right hand.

The voice of a person with a white board face is very soft and pleasant to listen to, and also has the magnetism of attracting women.

Fortunately, Guo Yi was not a woman, so he was not attracted by his voice and looked at his hand.

The whiteboard man holds a cartridge clip in his hand. When his thumb moves a little, there will be a golden bullet jumping on the wooden floor from the inside and bouncing up again, making a pleasant thump.

My pistol was in my bag, but he took the magazine and put it in front of my subordinates.

Guo Yi subconsciously looked at the two men in front of the window.

The two loyal bodyguards still stood in front of the window. The terracotta warriors and horses -- oh, no, they stood there like Sabi, motionless.

Stealing saints, white exhibition hall.

When the name Youdi rose from Guo Yi's mind, all his fears dissipated like the ebbing sea water. Then he was tired and almost slipped on the ground. Fortunately, he leaned against the wall in time.

Brother said tonight that stealing saints never kills people.

As long as you can't die, there's nothing terrible, isn't it?

What's more, Guo Ershao hasn't done anything immoral like Ding Baikang and his wife. It seems that he shouldn't have suffered such a tragic end.

After confirming his safety, Guo Ershao, who has seen the world, really has no reason to be afraid, even if he has a cold sweat on his forehead.

Just wipe it off, like wiping away fear.

With a slap, Guo Yi threw the pistol on the ground, looked at the whiteboard and asked, "steal the saint?"

He didn't hear his voice.

Just now, under the extreme fear, his vocal cords were out of order.

He raised his hand and rubbed his throat. Guo Yi finally said, "steal the saint?"

The robber's answer was arrogant: "who else can you think of except me?"

Guo Yi didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said. It's a fact: "Xiao Zheng is my bodyguard. What's the matter with them?"

"Haven't you seen the biography of Wulin?"

Stealing saints is definitely a lot of nonsense. At this time, I still talk about TV dramas with Guo Ershao.

"Yes."

When Guo Yi said these two words, he suddenly woke up: "ah, you used sunflower acupoint pointing hands to point their acupoints?"

As long as anyone who has seen that TV play knows that the white exhibition hall of stealing saints in the legend of Wulin knows the unique skill of sunflower acupoint pointing hands.

The robber Saint didn't speak. He should have smiled proudly. There was powder on his face, which greatly damaged his great image.

This made me look a little angry. I raised my hand and touched my chin as if I had a beard: "Guo Ershao, you should know what I'm doing here tonight."

Guo Yi instinctively raised his hand, looked at the Patek Philippe on his wrist and said, "of course, he came to steal my watch. It's just -- to tell you the truth, I'm a little disappointed. "

Now he finally believes that Xia Xiaoyun is covered by a thief.

Otherwise, he couldn't have said it during the day. He showed up at night.

Although the way of showing up was scary and almost scared Guo Er out of a heart attack, anyway, the Guo family's goal was achieved.

As Fang Yuan said during the day, Guo Ershao came to Xia Xiaoyun not to seek justice for Ding Baikang and his wife, or even to recover the mysterious embroidered shoes, but to steal the saint.

The robber's indifferent eyes swept Guo Yi's eyes: "what are you disappointed with?"

"I thought that, like the legend, stealing saints could steal my watch without God's knowledge. Originally -- ha ha. "

Guo Yi is now completely relaxed and shakes his head when he laughs, but the meaning is obvious.

"Do you think I'll grab it?"

The robber Saint also smiled.

Guo Yi nodded: "what else can you do except to point my bodyguards and forcibly rob them?"

"Xia Xiaoyun, the girl, has told me that you should give this watch to me. If I rob it hard, wouldn't I lose face?"

Then the robber walked to the window with his hands on his back and sat in a chair: "I'm here to hear about the embroidered shoes. What's more, why are you so careful to lead me out? "

"Even if you don't ask, I'll tell you."

Unconsciously, Guo Yi used honorifics.

As Fang Yuan guessed during the day, Guo Ershao and even the Guo family, who are high in Xia Xiaoyun's heart, don't have such a high position in Beijing -- frankly, they work for others.

Who appointed the Guo family to do things? Guo Yi didn't have to tell the robbers, just as the people who entrusted the Guo family didn't tell them the real secret of the embroidered shoes.

"I can only tell you that those embroidered shoes have a history of about 40 years. The shoe size is about 37 yards of the standard size. The bright red color and the flowers stabbed on the vamp are not the peach flowers embroidered by the traditional embroidered shoes, but a kind of flower that does not exist in the world."

Guo Yi was still standing at the door and didn't sit down.

Always listen to his story of stealing saints and ask, "what kind of flower is that?"

Guo Yi was silent for a moment before he whispered, "the other shore flower."

The flowers on the other side have been blooming for a thousand years and falling for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves are wrong and will never meet again.

Flowers bloom on the other side, but what can be done in front of the bridge?

Flowers on the other side, open on the other side, only flowers, no leaves.

According to legend, this flower only blooms in huangquan, which is the only scenery on huangquan road.

It is also the tenderness used by the devil to pity the dead soul and go to the country of death. It is the people who step into the Fengdu city of the underworld step by step with this sad and beautiful flower.