9 Angel of the Night Based on my own experience, I can imagine that when anyone hears the sound of bubbles coming from behind the mirror, they can't help but want to take off the mirror to see what's going on, even the delicate Guan Baoling is no exception. However, this mirror
It was very heavy. Perhaps all she could do was lift a corner of the mirror and look inside.
In any case, no one should disappear inexplicably. After all, this villa has existed for many years. No one has disappeared before, not now, and never in the future. Guan Baoling must be hiding somewhere. Who is she?
What's the purpose?
I lifted the lower left corner of the mirror and looked behind the mirror. All I saw was a smooth wall and it couldn't be anything else.
In a daze, I felt that there seemed to be a shadow of someone flashing on the mirror, and I quickly focused my attention to take a closer look. From this angle, I saw the rear window reflected in the mirror.
"What? Am I being blinded?" I looked at the back window doubtfully, but couldn't figure out what to do.
Next, I searched every corner of the two floors, under the sofa, under the bed, under the table, almost any place where someone might be hiding, but Guan Baoling disappeared without a trace, like evaporating from the world, without any echo.
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Exhausted, I returned to the fireplace, fell down on the easy chair, and threw the shotgun beside my legs. My stomach was still growling, but I no longer had any appetite.
Last night I was busy with the sound of water bubbles in the fireplace, but today it was even more bizarre. A good-looking living person disappeared right under my nose...
It has been more than two hours since I discovered that Guan Baoling was missing. I have been running around the house almost non-stop. I was so tired that I fell asleep in this position. My ears were numb.
I vaguely heard the violent crackling sound of firewood, and my eyes could always feel the dazzling bright light, but I was so weak that I didn't want to move.
A strange sound came from the bathroom. It was the sound of someone falling to the ground lightly. Even the most advanced qinggong in the world cannot be completely silent, especially when caught by my extremely sensitive ears.
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I suddenly woke up, but remained motionless.
"Is it Guan Baoling? Where did she hide? What kind of joke are you kidding?" From the sound just now, someone fell from a high place, probably from the window.
Footsteps left the bathroom with great vigilance. I couldn't see in that direction, but in my ears I heard the "swish" sound of the other person's soft-soled cloth shoes as they landed.
"It's definitely not Guan Baoling! He should be a master of night walking, and he comes from an authentic sect. Otherwise, he wouldn't wear such professional-level soft cowhide-soled shoes!" I carefully inspected the anti-theft net on the back window of the bathroom.
The gap is enough to restrict the access of ordinary people, but it cannot trouble the masters who have practiced the "bone shrinking skill".
The people who came in probably really thought I was asleep. After entering the living room, they tiptoed towards the fireplace. When they were five steps away from me, they suddenly fell forward and put their hands on the ground, making no sound.
He made a gesture of swimming forward, and quickly reached out for the shotgun that was thrown at my feet - the action of my bounce took no more than a tenth of a second from the beginning to the end, and I struck hard with my right foot towards him.
He stretched out his wrist and stamped it down. Regardless of whether he had anything to do with Guan Baoling's disappearance, he would be the target of my anger.
He reacted really quickly, suddenly retracting his hand, and then rolled sideways.
I quickly lowered my body, flexed and extended my left foot, and used the authentic Shaolin Northern School's "Seventy-two Ways of Kick Jumping", and kicked him on the knee. Kick kicking emphasizes "arrow strength" and is suitable for short distances.
Fighting vigorously, the kick I used to knock down Jinlun in the morning was also the same kick I used.
There was a click, and the knee of his left leg was slightly fractured. He screamed and continued to roll. He grabbed the sofa with his palms and tried to use the force to jump up, but the shotgun in my hand was already pressed against the back of his neck for the first time.
His martial arts skills are obviously inferior to mine, but his lightness skills are about the same.
"Don't move! If you want to survive, be honest!" I still used English and regarded him as a gangster sent by Watanabe Castle.
He was wearing a tight-fitting black sportswear, boots with soft leather soles, and four or five streaks of black paint on his face. He looked very strange. However, his hair was not black enough, and was mixed with nearly half of the dry white hair.
His face cannot be seen, but on his left shoulder, there is a pattern embroidered with white silk thread, which is clear and black and white, and very dazzling.
"My friend, spare your life, I don't mean any harm..." What he said was actually fluent Chinese.
I pulled back the muzzle of the gun, and he slowly turned around, revealing the unique black and dull face of Koreans. The eyes were small, commonly known as "mouse mung bean eyes", emitting a burning light.
Now, I saw the pattern on his shoulder. It was an angel with wings spread out and a bow and arrow in his hand. It was very similar to the legendary Cupid in Western mythology.
I slowly lowered my gun and smiled bitterly: "Are you from the Night Angel? What are you doing in this villa?"
The Night Angel is a transnational organization of thieves that runs rampant in South Korea, North Korea, and Japan. They have always regarded stealing as a noble art, and like the beggar gangs in China in the past, they opened incense halls and recruited disciples.
, in East Asia, the maximum number of gang members was close to 1.5 million.
In this gang, the one with the highest status is the gang leader Jin Yaohu, a Korean-American. There are three gangs and six gates under the gang leader, with a total of nine leaders. Under the gangs and gates, they are divided into several action groups, all of which are hierarchical.
They are led and managed by big and small bosses. They like to steal, and consider it a great personal honor to join the "Night Angel".
As a gang, when their power becomes more and more powerful and threaten the national power, they will definitely be banned and expelled. Especially in Busan, South Korea, the birthplace of the Night Angel, the police have issued an extremely strict ban.
It is clearly stipulated that members of the Night Angel are not allowed to hold gatherings or enter the bustling areas of the city, lest they threaten the property safety of the people.
It is not common for members with such high martial arts skills, so I guessed that he was the big boss of the gang. He didn't want to cause trouble, so he slowly put away the shotgun.
He stood up holding on to the sofa and sighed with a wry smile: "You Chinese people are indeed very good at Kung Fu! Just now, your legs seemed to be unorganized. Alas, I couldn't escape. I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed!"
He looked down at his leg, his face was getting yellower and yellower from the pain, and his whole leg no longer dared to touch the ground.
"I'm sorry, my knee is broken and I need to go to the hospital for surgery. Just now you reached out to grab the gun. In desperation, there was no other way but to take a heavy blow..." I explained hurriedly.
He stared at me with squinting eyes, his eyes rolled a few times, he raised his hand to scratch the mottled hair on his head, and suddenly asked: "Kid, your kung fu... is similar to that of Chihu Dao from Hubei, China.
"Chief, are you related to the 'Fire Yama' Lao Ding in Chinatown, Los Angeles? Are you their apprentice or grandson?" As he asked, his eyelids were beating rapidly, and his facial expressions were very rich.
I smiled bitterly and shook my head: "My master has a weird temper and never allows me to mention his name. I'm sorry."
He called me "kid", of course he was calling me "senior".
I clasped my fists politely and asked humbly, "What kind of treasure is there in this villa that can alarm your gang?"
South Korea and North Korea are separated from China by a strip of water, so the characters, rules, and lingo of the three countries have something in common. Even people who often wander in these three places are proficient in Chinese, Korean, and English.
My statement had already given "Night Angel" enough face. Unexpectedly, he shook his hand violently and replied unceremoniously: "Does the villa belong to you? I never think that this is an outsider's home.
Every time I go to the Well of Psychics to drink tea, I have to take a nap here to recuperate and rest. In fact, I always feel that it is my home!"
He looked at the dishes on the coffee table, reached out and grabbed a chicken leg, and munched accordingly.
It can be seen from the soft and boneless appearance of his hands that this person has been practicing Bone Shrinking Kung Fu for at least ten years. Because the most difficult part of Bone Shrinking Kung Fu is his hands and feet. These two positions
, are all made up of countless tiny bones connected together, and can be "shrunk" to a very small extent. If you can practice it to the point where you can shrink it by one-third at will, you have reached the limit of bone shrinkage.
This person is about 1.70 meters tall, but his palm is only the size of an ordinary girl's hand, about one-half smaller. Looking at this alone, it is not an exaggeration to call him "senior".
After finishing the chicken legs in three mouthfuls, he moved the injured leg to the sofa, pulled up his trousers, and exposed his knees.
I felt even more sorry because where I was kicked, there was already a five centimeter square piece of muscle bruised.
He sighed, took out a one-inch-high cylinder sprayer from his pocket, and sprayed it on his knees a few times. After doing this, he raised his face and smiled maliciously at me: "Kid,
I can solve the mystery in your mind——" The little mung bean's eyes were rolling around again, and this time, he showed two rows of burnt yellow teeth. At first glance, he looked like a super drug addict who never left his hand.
"Can you? Really?"
He nodded affirmatively, and there was an imperceptible confusion in Mung Bean's eyes.
I don't dare to trust others easily anymore. This is a money society where every penny counts. No one will take the initiative to do anything for others unless it is motivated by profit.
He looked at his knees distressedly, and kept frowning and sucking in the cold air. It seemed that the spray had a strong stimulation on the muscles, and he had to grit his teeth to hold back.
I searched my memory for information about the "Night Angel" that I had seen before. The most obvious characteristic of the key members below the gang leader is that they are "younger". I don't remember that there is a leader over thirty years old - this one with half-white hair.
Where did the old guy come from?
He just mentioned that he often broke into the villa at night, which seems to be true, because according to Scalpel's instructions, everyone will evacuate at dusk, leaving only an empty house here. Of course, expert thieves can come and go freely.
"I want one million, give me this money, and I can tell you the most incredible thing. If such explosive information is sent to the "Asahi Shimbun", hey, I'm afraid that the sales will double that day... How about
?" He greedily stretched out his soft tongue and touched his dry lips, like a cunning snake about to succeed.
One million is not a big number, but I suspect that his words are just pretentious and shocking.
Anyone who joins the theft industry and aspires to become a top master is eager to get the guidance of their predecessors and practice bone shrinking skills. However, by the end of this skill, it is very likely that the body will shrink into the body, and the body surface characteristics will be the same as "
There is no difference between "hermaphrodite" and "hermaphrodite". Along with the strange changes in the body, a person's personality will also mutate, and in severe cases, it will cause devastating personality split.
I won't make any promises until I know his identity.
"Hey, I saw how that little girl disappeared -" He stretched out his right index finger and shook it proudly at me: "One million dollars. Then, this secret will be yours..."
The blood all over my body surged to the top of my head, and I took a step forward: "Disappeared? Did she really disappear? Where did she disappear to? Tell me quickly..."
He shook his fingers stubbornly in front of my face, with a proud smile on his face: "Kid, don't be excited, don't be excited. Give me money, and your girlfriend's whereabouts will be known. You will never break your promise!"
I forced myself to calm down, took out the checkbook from my pocket, quickly wrote down the number he asked for, and tore it off with a squeak. When he saw the check, his mung bean eyes suddenly widened, and they were round and like eyeballs.
It seemed as if he was about to jump out. At the same time, he stretched out his soft tongue and kept flicking it on his lips, looking like he was itching unbearably.
"Here's the money. As you said, it's yours." I held the check and held it in the air.
He gritted his teeth and roared angrily: "Can I lie to you? Do you know who I am? I am the best thief in South Korea - give it to me! Give me that check!" Look at his look,
If his knee hadn't been seriously injured, he would have probably jumped up and started grabbing.
"You? Plague?" I stared at his face suspiciously.
The name "Plague" is already a legendary figure in East Asia and Southeast Asia, and his real name has been replaced by a nickname that is getting louder and louder. Of course, people in the area will always remember that Plague is also a member of the Jin family.
A member of the group, in terms of seniority, he should be the distant uncle of Jin Yaohu.
An incident ten years ago raised the reputation of the plague to the extreme, that is, stealing the "West Wind Operation Plan" from the Japanese Military Commission and leaking it to the South Korean government - it is said that the original purpose of that plan was Japan's extreme militarists
, preparing to attack three important cities in southern South Korea to test the underwater attack weapon they just invented.
The theft of the plan immediately caused an uproar in the world. The United Nations immediately sent war observation teams to Tokyo, Japan, and Seoul, South Korea, so as to nip this upcoming "mini world war" before it ignited.
"Of course it's me, of course it's me!" He pushed away the messy hair from his forehead with dissatisfaction, revealing a two-inch-long golden rat tattooed on his middle-parted hairline. It was the exclusive mark of the "plague".
No one has ever been able to imitate it.
I handed over the check. No matter what tricks he dared to play, my shotgun didn't recognize anyone.
Plague received the check and immediately became friendly: "Kid, it's a bit cold tonight. Could you please add some more firewood and let's talk slowly -"
Indeed, the fire in the fireplace was almost extinguished. The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the hall was getting chilly.
I picked up two pieces of firewood, carefully pressed them on the fire, and watched them being ignited by the coals. Then I turned around and asked, "Senior, could it be that my -"
The plague was gone, and only the bare chicken bones he had chewed were left on the table.
Where can a person with a seriously injured knee go? As far as the eye can see, there are only two ways to go, the bathroom or the stairs. After thinking for a moment, I immediately ran towards the stairs without even having time to grab the shotgun. I lost a million
It doesn't matter, the question is, did the plague really see Guan Baoling disappear?
"What does disappear mean? Disappear into the air? Invisibility, invisibility? Entering another unknown space..."
I had a headache due to layers of questions. I was deceived by the plague, which made me even more annoyed. Chinese physiognomy classics have long stated the eternal truth that "uncorrect eyes mean the mind is not correct". Rats like the plague
Mung Bean Eyes is definitely a man full of tricks. How could I obediently listen to his words and safely and boldly look away and turn around to add firewood?
When I reached the corner of the stairs, I suddenly felt the light behind me shaking violently, as if the crystal chandelier had been hit by something.
"Hahahaha, kid, have you been fooled? Hahahaha..." Plague laughed triumphantly and floated down from the chandelier. He happened to be sitting on the easy chair. He picked up the shotgun and pointed it at me. His other hand.