Four o'clock in the morning.

Cangyang City.

"Patter--"

In the foggy night, it started to rain lightly.

The mist and mist are lingering, making the late night in this city feel a bit more mysterious.

In the drizzle, a shadow as black as ink, like a sharp arrow that was taken off its string, ran unimpeded on the empty highway, ignoring all traffic lights.

If this car dares to be registered, it is estimated that the traffic violation information received the next day will be buzzing on the mobile phone for five minutes.

"Um?"

Yi Lin, a veteran driver, suddenly noticed a strange gaze falling on him from a certain direction in the distance while driving.

That gaze was so undisguised and so raw that it was hard not to feel it.

The perception of spiritual side apostles is inherently sharper than that of the strength side and agility side.

It's...the direction of Chenxi Housekeeping.

Yi Lin's eyes flickered.

Quietly whispered a few words to Oda Mai.

Oda Mai lay tightly behind Yi Lin, not feeling embarrassed.

After hearing Yi Lin's proposal, her eyes became even more excited.

She subconsciously pressed the long knife on her waist... ready to move.

…

…

Morning housekeeping.

This is a ten-story office building.

It was almost pitch dark inside the glass windows of the office building. A few dim lights occasionally shined through.

at this time.

On the attic.

There were two figures who looked like they were about to jump off the building because of their thoughts, facing the drizzle and facing the night sky.

The man stood firmly on the guardrail with both feet and stuck his head out as if trying to die, but he couldn't fall down.

The man's face was wearing a strange mask, and the colorful paint melted under the drizzle, turning into strangely colored rainwater that slid down the curves of the mask.

The nice patterns are twisted into abstract shapes on the mask, adding a bit of weirdness.

"Tsk, I've been fooled. The quality of this mask is really bad."

The man seemed to smell something wrong, so he subconsciously wiped a handful of paint on the mask. When he saw the paint on his hand, he couldn't help but curse loudly.

Beside him, a woman wearing a tight black leather jacket stood aside, silent.

She also wore a mask on her face.

But the shape is much simpler, it is a "white cat" with squinting eyes.

The rain fell on the leather jacket, leaving round droplets of water. The dark leather jacket reflected the faint light and set off the exaggerated curves, which made people daydream about certain uniforms.

"..."

"I don't know who this talented person is, but he actually came up with this kind of money-free way to hide his identity, and it actually became popular in the circle. It's really outrageous! You think so, hehe."

The man wearing a mask laughed coldly in the dark night, and he didn't know what kind of smiling face he would see under the mask.

"..."

suddenly.

The man's laughter stopped suddenly, and he pushed his body forward a little further.

The woman in tights standing behind the man resisted the urge to push him down.

"Newcomer, pay attention, someone seems to be coming."

Hearing this, the woman in tight clothes took a step forward and looked down intently.

I saw a dark shadow, traveling very fast, covering a distance of hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, as if it was driving some kind of vehicle.

"Ey-"

The dark motorcycle swung its tail on the slippery road and drifted to a stop. When the motorcycle with a weird shape drifted sideways and forcibly slowed down, it unexpectedly created a brilliant spark on the road.

"Shhh - it's a woman? She seems pretty good-looking."

On the top floor of the Chenxi Housekeeping Building, the man whistled arrogantly. The next second he shook his head: "Sure enough, the 'hunting dogs' noticed the fragrance of the food, but it is too late. Newcomers, we should retreat."

"..."

Click.

That was the sound of a bullet being loaded.

The man was just about to jump off the guardrail when his movements froze and he froze on the guardrail instantly.

"What should I say now? Well... let me think of my lines."

There was a pause.

A chuckle came from beside the masked man:

"Raise your hands,"

"Hold your head,"

"Put it on the ground... ah no, lie on the wall. Don't move. I'll shoot if you move. I won't hesitate."

"..."

"Also, don't move." Yi Lin also stood steadily on the guardrail, not afraid that he would fall. He held the snow-white large-caliber revolver in one hand, pointed at the man's temple, and looked at the man's side.

The woman in tight clothes said: "If you touch him, I will beat him to death."

By the way, what does it have to do with whether you beat me to death or not?

The smooth leather coat of the woman in tight clothes trembled slightly.

It seems like he wants to move.

The man spoke: "Hey, newcomer, you don't want to use this method to let him beat me to death so that you can get the upper hand, right?"

The woman in tight clothes stopped moving instantly.

Yi Rin is not wearing a mask.

Unlike them who hide their heads and show their tails, Yi Lin is an official figure, has a driving license and is afraid of wool.

The man did not move at all.

He said dumbfounded: "Brother, there is something wrong with what you said."

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."

"Whether you want me to lie on the wall with my hands on my head or not to move, this is obviously very contradictory!"

"Really? That means I just want to beat you to death and have no other intentions."

Yi Lin showed a kind smile.

"..."

The man slowly raised his hand.

The skin of the hands was very white, the fingers were long and slender, and the wrists were also thin. They didn't look like the shape of a man's hands at all.

"Leech Man?"

Yi Lin asked.

"Puch."

Unexpectedly, the man squirted instantly and couldn't hold back his laughter: "Who chose the name?"

"I have a question?"

"No, it sounds nice."

"Stop talking nonsense, are you a leech?" Yi Lin pressed the muzzle of the gun against the opponent's temple and added: "A friendly reminder, this is not an ordinary gun."

"You can see that." The man took a deep breath. A normal person would be standing on a thin guardrail with a gun pointed at his head. He would lose his balance and fall down, let alone be able to continue.

They were leaning on the guardrail, raising their hands and chatting and laughing.

Of course... a normal person would not seek death, nor would he stand on the guardrail without any problems.

The scene is slightly weird.
To be continued...