Chapter 619： washing memory

The burly, vicious big man had a serious face, exuding a strong evil spirit, and looked around vigilantly.

Suddenly, his two arms were controlled by one left and one right, and they were pulled back. With a bang, both hands dislocated at the same time.

The crisp sound was particularly clear in the silent corridor.

"Uh--"

An unpleasant groan overflowed from the throat of the burly man. He wanted to continue to refute, but his legs and knees were kicked and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

Yan Zhixu squatted down and groped for the phone from the big man's pocket and threw it to the person next to him. Then a machete fell on the big man's neck, preventing the other person from calling for help and attracting more people.

Fu Shimo opened the phone and threw it to Bo Ye, "Take it."

Under the light of the mobile phone, the arms of this strong-looking man were controlled by Yan Zhixu and Fu Shimo.

The surprise in Shen Kui's eyes was fleeting: "..."

It has to be said that the two are not in general tacit understanding.

In addition, she took back what she just said, and Dean Fu's ability to fight even in a bathrobe is unquestionable.

Susukino took the phone, locked it and couldn't unlock the password, so he was too lazy to break the password.

He pressed the emergency dial directly, the phone beeped a few times and was quickly answered, and a man's voice came from the receiver.

"Hello, 110, is there anything I can help you with?"

Susukino stood up straight, with a serious expression, even if he was not wearing a police uniform, the aura of majesty and unchallenged came to his face.

He said eloquently, "I'm Susukino, the head of the Criminal Police Department of the Qingyun Police Station in Haishi, police number 066793. I have found important clues on the mission and request to contact the hotline of the Qingyun Police Station in Haishi City."

The person on the opposite side asked repeatedly, and after confirming the identity, the phone was relayed to the Haishi Police Station.

The call was answered by the receiver of Qingyun Police Station in Haishi, "Hello, Team Bo."

"I'm Susukino, you inform the bureau chief, Wang Zhuoran and Hu Yuee, and lead an armed team of no less than 30 people overnight to Lianhua Village, Huaiyang City, Yun Province, and ambushed at the foot of the mountain. action to arrest the prisoner."

Susukino didn't say a word of nonsense when he came up, he pointed directly at the key point, and warned him earnestly.

The police officer on the other side of the phone heard a familiar voice and knew that the mission was serious.

"...this person..."

Susukino threw the phone on the burly man and stared at him with an embarrassed expression.

Yan Zhixu said, "You guys go downstairs, there are other vigilantes who need to be dealt with below, just leave it to me."

Shen Kui and Susukino looked at each other, it wasn't that they didn't trust each other, it was just that the matter was important and there was no room for any sloppiness.

Fu Shimo picked up the phone and put it back in the big man's pocket, his tone was light but firm, "Give it to her."

"Row!"

Susukino took a deep breath.

He and Shen Kui lifted their feet to the corner of the second floor in front to turn off the electric switch, and then walked downstairs slowly without affecting the speed.

In the dim corridor, Fu Shimo walked precisely in front of Yan Zhixu, "I'll wait for you in front."

In the darkness, the man's complexion was soft, the aura of alienation on his body was dissipated, and there was a slight tenderness in the narrow and long Danfeng eyes.

"Okay."

When she answered, he turned and paced away.

Yan Zhixu squatted down, clenched his right hand, and a string of cumbersome curse marks appeared from his fingertips.

He chanted the mantra in a low voice, "Everything is natural, swallowing has a cause, now, I will wash your memory."

There was a faint light on the curse seal, and it looked a little mysterious when it shone on the unconscious man.

The curse mark fell and submerged into the man's Yintang, then disappeared.

Yan Zhixu stood up, stretched his waist, and walked downstairs slowly and lazily.

The living room was dark, and the sound of fighting came into my ears, but because it was raining heavily outside, the movement did not disturb the others.