Tong Xiaoye nodded politely and said hello to Chi Xiaomin. Chi Xiaomin seemed to have other things to do, so he turned around and left in a hurry without any delay.
"Any new discoveries?" Tong Xiaoye watched Professor Ouyang answer the phone and said with a smile, "I'm very happy to see your expression."
"Yes, Officer Tong, you are free to do as you like, I will go over there and have a look." Professor Ouyang looked quite excited and did not bother to talk to Tong Xiaoye anymore, "It would be really helpful for us to find some discoveries.
"
Tong Xiaoye nodded and watched Professor Ouyang leave.
That person must still be there, Tong Xiaoye thought. She couldn't appear in a crowded place. This would hurt innocent people, especially the staff of the archaeological team. She had to appear in a remote and inaccessible place. In this way, that person
Talents will appear in the shortest time, and she can also find that person and catch him in the shortest time.
Although the other party is a bit evil, Tong Xiaoye is inexplicably excited because of it. Life or death is not important at all. If he is born, he will obey the fate and marry Su Guohao, who divorced Xiao Dan. He will be an ordinary woman and live his life peacefully.
, if she dies, she can leave before she forgets Xuan Jinmo. She will never find him again. She is unwilling to speed up this point. They have no future. This is the last vow she made before she died in her previous life.
She is a police officer. Even if the person is not targeting her, she will catch him. This is her duty. And if she catches that person, she will definitely learn about what mysterious things are going on underground. Maybe
Someone who can help the archaeological team.
Walking around casually, no one asked Tong Xiaoye what she wanted to do. The police uniform she wore had already shown her identity. The police rank on the uniform could let people know her position. Archaeologists would not be too nosy. Others
The police officers wouldn't speak either.
So, she easily left everyone's sight, and walked again to the woods where she met the strange middle-aged man last time. It was very quiet here, and the rain falling on the umbrella made a calming sound, crisp and unsettling.
Be impatient.
Close her eyes slightly, she doesn't need to look, that person will automatically appear around her.
There were faint footsteps in the sound of rain. Tong Xiaoye's body didn't move. It should be that person. That person probably didn't know any martial arts. It came entirely from the underground mysterious power or drug control, which allowed him to surprisingly exert all his abilities.
potential.
A pure potential, direct and cruel.
"You're here." Tong Xiaoye said softly. The umbrella in her hand seemed to have been blown by the wind and fell to the side. She slowly turned around and pointed the gun in her hand at the person who appeared behind her.
The man's expression was a little dull, and he was holding a wooden stick in his hand. He wore a dark raincoat. He had no hat on his head because of the rain, and his wet hair was hanging down in strands.
"Is killing me your only purpose?" Tong Xiaoye looked at the person coming quietly. As long as she moved her fingers even slightly, the person would be dead. Her marksmanship was one of the best in the police station.
"Yes." The other party's voice suddenly became hoarse, and then he rushed over without any warning.
Tong Xiaoye dodged slightly, and the gun in his hand rang out, hitting the man's wrist.
The man seemed to be in pain, his hands were trembling, but the expression on his face became more ferocious, bloodthirsty, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. He was so quick that he completely ignored the injury on his wrist, and smashed the wooden stick in his hand.
Tong Xiaoye.
Tong Xiaoye was startled and subconsciously hid when the other party's wooden stick unexpectedly broke the branch of a tree next to her.
"Kill!" The voice was still hoarse, leaving no room for negotiation.
The gun in Tong Xiaoye's hand rang out again, hitting the opponent, but at the moment the gun rang, she smelled a strange smell in the air, slightly spicy and slightly astringent, as if Chinese medicine powder had been slapped on her face, and then,
My head seemed dizzy, as if countless stars were twinkling.
"You must die!" The voice was not clear in my ears, but it was still hoarse.
Tong Xiaoye relied on his last lucidity to accurately hit the opponent's heart with the gun in his hand. His body staggered and hit the tree behind him. He vaguely heard footsteps coming from nearby, messy, and exclamations. It should be
He is his colleague.
However, before the sound came, the man who was clearly hit in the heart still rushed forward with his last strength. The wooden stick hit Tong Xiaoye with all his strength for the last time. Hearing a slightly dull sound
The voice said clearly: "Death!"
Tong Xiaoye wanted to concentrate her strength, and shot all the bullets from the gun in her hand at the man. She watched the man fall heavily to the ground with blurred vision, and she also staggered and fell into someone's arms, her
The voice murmured: "I will not die!"
Professor Ouyang stared blankly at the scene. The people who came behind him immediately carried Tong Xiaoye, who was seriously injured and unconscious, and left quickly. The remaining police officers also dragged away the body of the man. The falling rain quickly covered the ground.
The blood stains were diluted, and no one paid special attention to the wooden stick that injured Tong Xiaoye.
It was not a randomly picked wooden stick, but rather, it seemed to be a weapon. Professor Ouyang walked over and picked it up from the ground. It was very heavy. When he looked carefully, he saw that cold rain fell on it. This was not a weapon at all.
A wooden stick made of fine iron with beautifully carved patterns on it.
Professor Ouyang looked at the blood stains on it. The blood stains did not disappear. Instead, they soaked into the wooden stick. There was a vague spicy and bitter taste. He felt a little dizzy. The wooden stick fell to the ground from his hands. His head hurt. He subconsciously
He leaned towards the tree next to him, but his body became stiff and he fell down.
"Professor Ouyang!——" It was the voice of his student Chi Xiaomin.
"Dad——" and the voice of his son Ouyang Qing was very clear.
"It's okay. Maybe what happened just now stimulated him." Chi Xiaomin said quickly, "Let's help Professor Ouyang go to rest. The police will handle the matter here."
Wooden stick, that wooden stick. Professor Ouyang wanted to speak, but could not utter a word. In the rain, he felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and his consciousness was getting blurry. He suddenly thought that Officer Tong had been in a daze for a brief moment just now.
Is it the same as he is now?
Everyone left, the venue quickly became quiet, and the rain started to fall heavily.
"Sure enough, it is an object from the Wumeng Kingdom." A clear female voice said, and then a slender white hand picked up the wooden stick from the ground, "It still exists in the world. Could it be that there are still people from the Wumeng Kingdom existing in this time and space?"
A middle-aged man looked ahead with confused eyes. There was actually no one there, and there was a vague siren blaring in the air. After a while, he slowly said: "That policeman must be related to the owner, she must be from the Daxing Dynasty.
"
"Could it be?——" There was a slight surprise in the female voice.
"No." The middle-aged man said calmly, "A strange person once appeared next to her. I need to talk to the little boss. Don't tell the owner about this matter for the time being. Maybe we can find something in this matter.