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Chapter 372 Nightmare (10)

I was stunned for a long time, not expecting him to say that at all. "You said a big push, what exactly do you want to say?" Yang Xiao smiled and said: "Gaoliang will be fine. Sun Desheng has almost led the polling bureau now."

The people are rushing there. Do you understand? The person who made the appointment should only be able to trick Gao Liang, and then lead the polling bureau to mobilize to rescue him. That person can take advantage of the vacuum in the polling bureau to do something else

thing"

"Lin Feng wants to go to the polling bureau! He wants to steal the heavenly theory!" I finally understood what Yang Xiao meant. Just say it and it's over. Why are you guessing riddles at a stall?

Only when he saw me did he understand, Yang Xiao smiled helplessly, and continued, "That's what he should think. It's a pity, God can't tell the truth. The polling bureau has left a person he can't afford to offend - we

Director Wu just didn’t leave. He didn’t dare to go into the polling bureau, and he was reluctant to give up this opportunity. This person can only do the next best thing and come to the hospital to take out his anger on you.”

My mind was already a little dizzy. Is this still Yang Xiao? Why does he seem to know everything? With such ability, did he fall for Wu Rendi's tricks in the first place? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but say: "

Lao Yang, I really didn’t realize you had this ability before..."

Yang Xiao's answer surprised me even more: "I didn't expect that I still have this ability... This is all what your Deputy Director Sun taught me."

Now my mind is like mud. I looked at Yang Xiao and murmured: "Impossible. I just woke up and Sun Dasheng counted me in?" "Don't say it's you, even

Director Gao is also included in his count." When Yang Xiao said this, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but his eyes were a little calm, and he showed a smile that I couldn't fathom.

After Yang Xiao paused for a moment, he continued: "After Qiu Bulao's incident, the people in Lin Feng's fourth room were under surveillance. But Sun Desheng has always suspected that Lin Feng has accomplices in the polling bureau, so the matter of your waking up is not

Didn’t tell anyone”

"No." Although I still didn't quite understand, Yang Xiao's words made me find a loophole: "Didn't you mean that no one knew that I was awake? So what happened to the death aura just now?"

"Look out the window." Yang Xiao squinted his eyes and said: "The third white building opposite the hospital, the first window on the dozens of floors on the left, see what is inside the window? You should have no problem seeing clearly now."

I walked to the window and pretended to stretch. Following the direction Yang Xiao pointed, I quickly found the window. Originally, with my own eyes, it was absolutely impossible to see clearly what was inside the window, but when

After I focused my eyes, it was as if I had passed through a layer of gauze, and the scene inside the window instantly appeared in my eyes.

There was no one inside, but there was a large telescope placed about one meter away from the window sill. The lens was facing my ward. I looked at the surrounding windows one after another and found nothing suspicious.

.

Knowing what the problem was, I wasn't so anxious. Walking back to the hospital bed, I asked Yang Xiao, "When did you discover it? Is it Lin Feng?" Yang Xiao was not in a hurry to answer, he took out his cigarette and lit it.

After taking a sip, he said calmly: "I don't know, there was no one inside when I found out. Before Fatty Sun left, he hinted that I wanted to check the surrounding situation. But I suspect that he already knew about that building.

has a problem"

I recalled Fatty Sun's behavior after Yang Xiao came in. There was nothing inappropriate: "When did he hint to you? Why didn't I see it?" "That's because you only paid attention to my gestures," Yang Xiao spat out.

Smoke, then said: "I didn't see that he was also giving me gestures at that time."

Is this still the Fatty Sun I know? If I knew that Lin Feng might be watching from the other side, I would have called all the troops and led them to kill him. But Fatty Sun could have arrived in such a short time after I woke up.

Lin Feng's next direction of action, can this still be considered human thinking?

But now I was relieved and asked Yang Xiao for a cigarette. After taking a few puffs to calm my mind, I said to him: "Then according to Sun Dasheng's script, what should I do next?"

"According to his original script, after I frightened Lin Feng away, I forced him to show his trump card hidden in the polling bureau. Then I used that person to dig out Lin Feng..."

"Wait a minute," I interrupted Yang Xiao and said, "What do you mean by the original script?"

The weird smile just now appeared on Yang Xiao's face again: "I changed his script a little bit..."

Yang Xiao's behavior made me feel chills in my heart. The way he looks now, I saw him in Qilin two years ago. I still remember the story of the fifteen-story building in Qilin...

I couldn't help but take a step back, looked at Yang Xiao and said, "Old Yang, would you like to discuss such a big matter with Sun Dasheng? At least Yang Jun should be called over, right? You are two sheep in one, so it would be nice to add more insurance.

"

"No, it's enough with you and me." Yang Xiao continued calmly: "That time at Qilin, Lin Feng bullied me into not daring to mess with Yin and Yang and use killing moves, which almost caused my wife to lose her soul. I don't know who it was, that's all.

Now that I have such a good opportunity, how could I miss it? Let’s settle it once and for all, so that he won’t use my wife to blackmail him in the future.”

Finally understood why Yang Xiao was so anxious. Qiu Bulao's death was a bit too shocking, and he didn't want to be coerced into taking away his demonic acid one day. Although his body was immortal, but it could not withstand the demonic acid.

I said it. And I still have no idea about Yang Xiao’s script: “Old Yang, let’s be honest, what do you want to do?”

Yang Xiao glanced at the window opposite the hospital again, and he said slowly: "He just came into contact with those gadgets, and he should have some feeling now. There are only a few days until the full moon night, even if he didn't see it with his own eyes

I've seen it before. Lin Feng should also have heard about what these gadgets are. Only I can solve these gadgets. The best way for him now is to kill and use you while the people from the polling bureau haven't come back yet.

Come to blackmail me"

"You didn't tell me earlier!" I walked aimlessly in the ward several times, wanting to run out of the hospital's police station, but after hesitating for a long time, I still didn't dare to open the door to the ward.

"Don't panic." Yang Xiao looked at me with a smile and said, "Even if Lin Feng is not bitten by the maggots on his tarsus, he won't be able to make any waves. When it comes to rankings in the polling bureau, there is only one person in front of me. Even if he is ranked

The person behind me won’t have his turn either.”

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but I always felt that Lin Feng was not as simple as Yang Xiao said. If Yang Xiao’s assumptions were followed, today would definitely not end well. I met Yang Xiao’s eyes and said: "The Heavenly Principle is in his

Lin Feng has been practicing secretly for twenty or thirty years on his hands. You didn't count this, did you?"

"Half of the Heavenly Principle Map" Yang Xiao corrected me. It seems that even this is no secret. He continued: "Don't think too much, even if the entire Heavenly Principle Map is in his hands,

You may not be able to do anything to me. It's nothing more than playing tricks on gods and ghosts. In terms of this alone, no one can be ahead of me."

When Yang Xiao said this, I didn't think he was talking big words at all. Based on this alone, I'm afraid even Wu Rendi would have to let him go. But my right eyelid kept twitching, and I felt panicked.

, this is explained like this...

When Yang Xiao finished speaking, the sky had completely darkened, and there was no news from Fatty Sun. He was probably still waiting in the suburbs for Lin Feng to show his trump card.

At this time, the nurse brought me a nutritious meal. Although in this situation, I should not be thinking about eating anymore, but after sleeping for two years, my appetite has become surprisingly strong, although it is still as good as rice cereal.

The taste was mushy, but it went into my stomach in just two mouthfuls. I thought it would still be the same as at noon, so I asked the nurse for another two mouthfuls. Unfortunately, the nurse on duty at noon had already changed her shift, and the nurse on duty at night said she would not give any more.

Although he changed to a night shift nurse, Yang Xiao's charm has not diminished. He kept chatting and laughing with the nurse, without any sense of urgency before the storm was coming. It's just that I really didn't know what to do, and I kept feeling vague.

There is an ominous premonition.

After the nurse left the ward, Yang Xiao, who was smiling just a second ago, suddenly became serious. Yang Xiao took out a pistol from his waist and handed it to me, saying: "I'll leave this to you to be brave, be careful not to

Lost it, I borrowed this gun shamelessly, I can’t afford to pay it back if I lose it.”

"Borrowed it? Don't you have one too?" When things came to a close, I accepted my fate. When I took it and saw that it was the standard pistol of the polling bureau, I felt a little more at ease. But the scene two years ago was like

The same thing happened yesterday. I still remember Lin Feng's appearance after he was shot. This alone didn't seem to pose any threat to him. And judging from the way Yang Xiao was careful with the pistol, it seemed that this was a standard pistol that everyone in the polling bureau had.

As valuable as gold.

"Look carefully, don't compare your cheap goods with this gun." Yang Xiao glanced at me with a strange expression. Seeing that I still couldn't tell the difference between these pistols, he sighed and said, "This

You used this pistol. My uncle was shot to death by you with this pistol. Do you still remember my uncle - Lin Huo?"

This is Wu Rendi's pistol - I finally recognized the origin of this pistol (the appearance of this pistol is no different from other pistols. If they are mixed together, I will never be able to tell the difference.)

But Leng Buding remembered that I used this gun to kill his uncle. It seemed a bit unreasonable to look up and not look down: "Lao Yang, listen to me about our uncle..."

Before I could finish speaking, Yang Xiao had already waved his hand and said, "I would also like to thank you. I have been hiding from my uncle since I was twenty-two years old. Later, I was no longer afraid of him, but I also got sick.

, I dare not return to Yunnan. If he dies in your hands, it can be regarded as indirectly settling my worries."

I originally wanted to persuade him to say that everything will end if he dies, but after all, I was the one who beat his uncle to death with my own hands, so saying that would be a bit of a bargain. I simply pretended to check the gun and avoided the topic.

After unloading the magazine, I finally discovered the use of this pistol. Although the casing was exactly the same as my previous pistol, the bullet's bullet was unusually bright. There was something in my eyes that seemed to be seen somewhere.

It was an illusion. I unloaded a bullet and wanted to take a closer look, only to find that there was only such a lone bullet in the closed magazine.

I held up the bullet and asked Yang Xiao: "Old Yang, there is only one bullet? What does this mean?"

"How many more bullets do you want?" Yang Xiao glanced at me, then turned his attention to the bullet in my hand, and said: "How many bullets can a dagger turn into? They are all consumables. Shoot out the bullets.

It’s useless, even if Director Wu has some financial resources, he can’t withstand such trouble, right?”

"You said these were bullets made from my dagger?" I finally understood why Lin Huo died under this pistol. Having said that, is my dagger so worthless?

"It's not yours," Yang Xiao said. "Wu Rendi turned into a short sword and asked Ouyang to make thirty-five rounds of bullets to the left. He was reluctant to use this kind of bullets. It seems that he has only fired a total of one now.

The gun is even cheaper for you."

Let me tell you, after the forest fire broke out that time, Wu Rendi asked for the pistol back. According to Director Wu's character when he first met my third uncle, he didn't want to throw away the dagger after it was stained with Chi Xiao's blood.

So stingy.

I carefully pressed the bullet into the magazine and checked the pistol again to make sure it would not jam, then I put the pistol away.


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