The air was stuffy and hot, and even the wind blowing at night was hot and dry. The moon hanging in the night sky disappeared without knowing when, and when I looked up, there were only a few scattered stars left.
The man crossed the long field and came to the wall outside the red brick house.
The sound of frogs came one after another at night, and croaking frogs were everywhere. One squatted in a bushy corner of the wall and kept chirping. But when the man approached quietly, the frogs felt the danger and jumped up and down.
Jumped out of the grass and disappeared into the rice fields nearby.
The man walked from the woodshed to the kitchen, walked around all the way, and finally arrived in front of the door.
On the left is the living room, on the right is the kitchen, with the ancestral Buddha statue in the middle. The door is open, but there are no lights inside, but the doors to the rooms on the left and right are open, and the light is projected from the lighted room, faintly illuminating the room in the middle.
hall.
It's like asking you to put yourself in a urn.
There were four men in the living room, walking around and discussing in English what to do with the woman.
He glanced quickly and saw a white sneaker inside - the one she was wearing.
The gun in his hand was released, and he quietly walked around the door and came to the window in the living room.
but--
He had almost stopped standing by the window when a figure suddenly appeared on the left, and the muzzle of a gun was pointed at his head.
"coming?"
A lazy voice was extremely familiar, but there was only coldness in the clear tone.
As soon as he finished speaking, the man saw clearly what was going on inside through the window.
There were indeed four men, with the same body shape and clothing as those men. But at this moment, those men were tied up, their hands and feet were gagged, and they were thrown into the bedroom connected to the living room. A woman wearing Mo Shangjun
He was sitting on the ground wearing a hat and sunglasses. His body shape was similar to that of Mo Shangyun, but he was definitely not Mo Shangyun.
He was holding a few playing cards in his mouth, as if he was playing cards with those men.
However, after hearing the noise outside, she threw away the playing cards in her hand and sat up from the floor.
The man turned his head slightly and looked at the woman who was holding a gun in her hand and approaching him step by step.
Mo Shangjun put on Si Sheng's long-sleeved T-shirt, but did not wear a hat. Under his short hair, he had a delicate and beautiful face, but at this moment, this delicate face was stained with frost, and there was no softness or gentleness at all.
Holding a gun, the hem of her T-shirt was slightly raised, revealing two slender legs that had been hidden under military trousers and jeans. They were so white that they were in sharp contrast to the dark night. She walked past the window, and the incandescent light in the room fell on her.
On her body, her skin was so white that it was almost transparent.
When he was looking at himself, Mo Shangyun was also looking at him.
Her hair is slightly longer, covering her forehead. She has handsome eyebrows, a straight nose and thin lips. When she looks at her, her expression is always irregular, naughty, and a bit ruffian, but her temperament and appearance are much more mature, and she is still the same.
Bad, but more restrained.
He is not as cold, arrogant and gloomy as he was the last time we met. Instead, he is a bit closer to what he remembers.
"Give."
He took the initiative to hand over the gun in his hand.
There was a smile in his eyes and a relaxed expression, as if he had accepted his fate.
Mo Shangyun stared at him closely, her hand with the pistol was very steady and could make his head explode at any time. She stared slightly and took the pistol from him.
At this time, a man with a round face popped up from the window, showed a pair of handcuffs, waved them in the light, and finally gave the man a bared smile, "Brother, although we have never met, we are familiar with each other.
I can’t stand it any longer.”
As he spoke, the man cuffed the man without any politeness in his words or actions.
"Go in."
Mo Shangjun still put the gun against his head.
The man was obedient and showed no intention of resisting. After hearing Mo Shangyun's words, he turned around and walked in through the gate.
The posture was not like that of a prisoner with his hands cuffed and his head pointed at, but that of a distinguished guest being respectfully invited in by the host.
Following along, Mo Shangyun felt like a follower. Feeling unhappy, he pulled out a waste brick from the window.
The man turned his head when he heard the sound, saw the extra brick in her hand, pursed his lips slightly, and the lip line formed a straight line. She asked hesitantly: "Isn't it?"
Before he finished speaking, Mo Shangyun slapped him on the forehead with a brick.
——There is a wound on Yan Tianxing’s forehead.
The wounds don't have to be consistent, but they have to be there anyway.
As for whether he was the one causing the problem, let's wait and see. Anyway, she doesn't like him now, so it's already good that she didn't directly stab him twice.
The man fell.
"Come and help me."
Si Sheng leaned at the door of the living room and watched all this. She didn't know what her expression was under her sunglasses, but the corners of her lips raised betrayed her.
Mo Shangjun glanced sideways at her.
Two men walked out from behind Si Sheng and walked over to help him get up.
"Go to the second floor." Mo Shangyun said to them.
After speaking, Mo Shangyun told Si Sheng, "I'll leave the following ones to you."
"OK."
Si Sheng agreed casually.
In the living room, four strong men groaned and tried hard to break free, but their efforts were in vain.
Si Sheng moved his fingers, and the joints made a clicking sound, as if he was preparing for what was coming next.
Mo Shangyun looked away, fearing that he wouldn't be watching, so the man slipped away and soon followed the other two people upstairs.
——The four people who were acting in the living room were all called by Si Sheng. Si Sheng didn’t tell them their identities and occupations, but they must be all good people.
This scene was also arranged by them in advance.
From the moment the curtains were pulled down, the scene had already begun.
Mo Shangjun and Si Sheng changed clothes and waited next to the window where the person was most likely to observe in advance, and it was Si Sheng who fought with those individuals.
Si Sheng, who was supposed to track down another group of people, appeared here. Naturally, this was what had been discussed earlier.
Although he was very interested in that group of people, Mo Shangyun's purpose of coming here was not them, he just met them by the way. In order for the original plan to proceed smoothly, Si Sheng was an indispensable factor, and of course he could not leave.
But in order to let the people following behind relax their vigilance and believe that she was the only one, Mo Shangjun asked Si Sheng to drive a certain distance, but at a chosen corner, he asked An Yi to continue driving instead of Si Sheng and continue to chase the group.
Si Sheng rushed here first along a trail.
With Si Sheng's help, manpower is not a problem, and each one is more reliable than the last. Mo Shangjun doesn't need to worry at all and can easily complete the plan.
Of course, all these plans stem from her determination——
"That person will definitely come. Even if he thinks it's a trap, he will definitely come."
He didn't kill her the last time we met, so he will never let her die now."
He does understand her.
But equally, she knew a lot about him.
*
Second floor.
Choosing a stool that had been covered with dust for a long time, Mo Shangyun asked someone to throw the man onto the chair, and then he personally tied the man's hands and feet to the chair with tight knots, and the force was not light at all.
, being tied up for a long time is enough to leave marks on his hands and feet for several days.
Mo Shangjun searched him from head to toe, even under his fingernails, and finally found a bunch of familiar self-defense items, so she confiscated them all.
In less than ten minutes, all the external weapons on the man were thrown aside by Mo Shangyun. The only thing that made people wary was him.
However, Mo Shangjun didn't take it too seriously.
Although his skills were good, he couldn't run away as long as she was around.
After packing everything, Mo Shangjun waved his hand and asked the two of them to go downstairs.
Soon, Mo Shangjun and him were the only two people left in the dark room on the second floor.
Unlike the first floor, which could be occupied by people after cleaning up, those people did not clean up the second floor. Even the air upstairs had a musty smell, fearing that they had brought snipers. Mo Shangjun even closed the doors and windows, and the only lighting was
The light was a flashlight that Mo Shangyun hung above the man's head. It was hung upside down, and the flashlight hit the man's head. From top to bottom, the shadow was vertical and scattered.
He put the military sword into its scabbard and put it in the only left pocket of his long T-shirt, along with a pistol. Mo Shangyun picked up the mineral water on the table beside him, slowly opened it, and took a sip himself.
.
Then, he walked closer to the man.
The mineral water bottle was lifted up and raised to the man's head.
"Why--"
Sensing something, the man moved and made a sound.
However, before he could finish speaking, Mo Shangyun tilted his hand, and the remaining mineral water poured from the mouth of the bottle, all of it hitting the man's head.
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