Klein bottle personality

Ding Muyan never imagined that he would be held to the head with a gun when he just arrived in a foreign country, before the long-awaited honeymoon trip officially started. He even wondered if he was dreaming?He turned his head slightly to look at Xiao Jin, expecting him to laugh and say that he scared you, it was all arranged by me, but it didn't happen.He saw Xiao Jin's muscles all over his body tense, and he subconsciously stretched out his arms in a protective motion, and he knew that they were really in trouble.

"What do you want?" Xiao Jin asked.

The driver shook his gun: "Get out of the car."

"Need money? We can give it to you."

The driver's eyes bulged, revealing large whites: "I told you to get off the bus! Don't make me repeat it!"

Ding Muyan and Xiao Jin could only obediently get out of the car.

Because they were busy coaxing the baby after getting in the car, they didn't pay attention to the direction of the car, and now they got out of the car and found that they were driving in a remote place with no one in sight.The sky was getting dark, there were no street lights on the street, and visibility was extremely poor.

The baby was still crying heart-piercingly, which was especially harsh in the dead of night. The driver was very impatient: "Tell him to shut up!"

Ding Muyan has been coaxing, but it has not been effective. After being yelled by him like this, he also got a little angry: "Don't yell, you scared him!"

"What did you say!" The driver took a step forward and pointed the muzzle of the gun at Ding Muyan's forehead.

When the cold metal hit his forehead, Ding Muyan was so startled that he took a few steps back, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He hugged the baby tightly in his arms, Xiao Jin was startled and angry, and hurriedly protected Ding Muyan behind him to block the baby. Muzzle: "What the hell do you want?"

Ding Muyan frantically took out a pacifier from his backpack and stuffed it into the baby's mouth, and finally stopped the high-decibel crying.

The driver looked at them coldly. At this time, two people walked out of the woods on the side of the road. They were as thin and dark as the driver, and they both held guns in their hands.

The two of them were completely stunned, clinging to each other, and had to draw warmth from each other to appease the panic in their hearts.

One of them stepped forward to snatch the baby without saying a word, Ding Muyan yelled in horror, and was held at gunpoint again.

The man poked at the baby's swaddling clothes with a gun, and the muzzle of the gun slashed across the baby's face. Ding Muyan's heart was already in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Follow us!"

"Who are you!" Xiao Jin wanted to ask again. The two stepped forward and grabbed their arms and twisted them behind them. They held their hands, and then put on a blindfold, so they couldn't see anything.

Pushed and shoved all the way, they felt that they got into another car. After driving for a while, they should have arrived at the seaside. They changed to a speedboat. After sailing on the sea for a long time, they boarded the land and entered the room.

After taking off the blindfolds, they found that they were in an antique study room, with the Four Treasures of the Study on a carved desk in front, the Duobao Pavilion behind the Taishi chair, on which were placed various antiques, and a simple and heavy Taishan stone in the middle, hanging on both sides There are bamboo curtains that can separate the rooms, and elegant sandalwood is burning in the incense burner in the corner.

A sturdy and strong man stood in front of them. He was wearing black camouflage, stepped on military boots, shaved his hair with a brush, and was playing with a saber in his hand. He was out of tune with the temperament of the whole room.

Ding Muyan and Xiao Jin looked at the man, and the man also looked at them.

"Hello, Doctor Ding."

When the man opened his mouth, Ding Muyan was even more surprised.

At first he thought they were being robbed, but obviously not, he kept guessing why someone hijacked them along the way, and couldn't figure it out after much deliberation, but no matter how he guessed, he always thought that this group of people came in for Xiao.Because my life is very simple, except for medical treatment and scientific research, Xiao Jin's experience is much richer in comparison, and the people he contacts are of all kinds, so this unimaginable thing must be because of Xiao Jin.

But he never expected that the target of this group of people was himself.

"What do you want to do?" Ding Muyan asked.

The man trimmed his nails with a saber, and said casually: "The doctor is invited, of course, to see a doctor."

Ding Muyan felt even more absurd: "To see a doctor and go to the hospital, what's the point of tying us here?"

The man smiled coldly, as if he was laughing at Ding Muyan's naive question: "The reason why I invited you home is naturally to allow you to concentrate on taking care of your illness without being disturbed by other things."

Ding Muyan didn't know how to respond. He never imagined that he would face a room full of gangsters with guns. Although he had a lot to say, he still didn't dare to say it.

"Have you figured it out, Doctor Ding?" The man circled around Ding Muyan, hovering at low altitude like a vulture seeing a dead body, putting tremendous pressure on him.

"But I don't know what you are going to do!"

"It's really troublesome, you just have to agree."

"Where are you like this? I really need to see a doctor..."

The man didn't wait for Ding Muyan to finish speaking, and suddenly kicked Ding Muyan's back. Ding Muyan staggered and fell forward. Just as he was about to finish, the back of his clothes was pulled up violently, and the next second was pressed on the desk.The collar strangled his neck, making him breathless. He turned his head and looked with difficulty. The man grabbed his handcuffed wrist with one hand and pushed it up. The arm turned against the joint, forcing Ding Muyan to lie on the desk. I couldn't move, and immediately sweated from the pain.

"You..." Ding Muyan widened his eyes in horror, seeing the sharp saber pressing against his finger.

The man smiled grimly and waved his arm. The silver light flashed and drew a dazzling arc. The saber brushed against the Clivia on the table, and a leaf fell to the ground, with a smooth and neat incision.

Cut iron like mud, probably so.

Ding Muyan choked with difficulty.

"Doctor Ding, do you still want these hands?" The man opened Ding Muyan's hand, and the blade seemed to be slid between his fingers.

There was a slight cool touch on the fingertips, and a silver light flashed on the blade.Ding Muyan felt a little weak in his legs, not because he was greedy for life and afraid of death, but because he was proud of his hands. He is a surgeon, he may die, but he cannot live without hands.

"Let him go!" Xiao Jin was angry, but just as he took a step, he was pushed down to the ground.

The man laughed nonchalantly: "If you don't have surgery, what's the use of these hands?"

Ding Muyan bit the tip of his tongue hard, letting the pain relieve the fear in his heart: "There is no such thing as you forcing the doctor to see a doctor with a knife."

The man tapped the pulp of Ding Muyan's right index finger with the blade: "There's a lot of nonsense, you just agree to it honestly? Let's not play so big, can we do it one by one? What do you like the least? Knuckle? I'll take it off for you."

Ding Muyan's face was as pale as snow, and his heart was beating so fast that he believed that this man could do anything, a group of desperadoes who dared to rob people in the urban area could do anything.

"Choose quickly! Which finger do you dislike? The index finger? The little finger?"

The man poked his index finger and then poked his little finger, and every time the tip of the knife touched his fingertips, he could tremble.

"If you don't speak, then I will help you choose? Is the middle finger okay?"

As soon as the words fell, the man immediately changed his face, squeezed Ding Muyan's palm vigorously, and raised his right hand high.

"No!" Ding Muyan exclaimed.

Xiao Jin jumped up violently, broke free from the restraints, and slammed into the man. The man was caught off guard. He didn't expect him to rush over suddenly, and he took a step back while clutching his waist.

But it only took a second, Xiao Jin pulled Ding Muyan back quickly, pressed him to the corner, and hid him behind his back.

At almost the same moment, all the people in the study raised their guns, and there was a sound of the safety being released, and all the guns were aimed at the two of them.

Being pointed at by so many guns, Xiao Jin remained unmoved, and glared: "Do you want him to see a doctor or what are you doing? How can you see a doctor if you hurt his hand?"

The man sneered and waved his hand, and everyone took a step back and put down their guns.

"If you can see a doctor, keep it. If you can't see a doctor, kill it." When the man said the word "kill", the expression on his face was the same, as if what he wanted to kill was not a person, but a chicken.

The atmosphere was dignified, Ding Muyan was covered with sweat, but his body was so cold that he was almost stiff. Although Xiao Jin had practiced a few times, he was helpless in front of guns. What is the origin of people, what is their purpose, and where are they.

The man approached step by step, the sharp edge of the saber in his hand.

"Ah Hui, don't scare the guests." An old voice sounded in the room, like an old piano playing an overtone, tearing apart the void.

An old man in a wheelchair was slowly pushed in and stopped in the middle of the study. Everyone put away their guns and lowered their heads respectfully, as if a herd of beasts had encountered a beast king. Standing with hands tied, he changed from a beast to a sheep.

The old man has white hair and a thin figure. He wears a Tang suit with Wen Xiangyun and leans on a dragon-headed cane.But his eyes did not look like the old man at all, although they were slightly cloudy, they were as cold as some kind of poison lurking in the dark.

Ding Muyan heard Xiao Jin take a sharp breath, and said in an unbelievable voice that was so low that he could barely hear: "Lafayette? How is it possible?"

Ding Muyan couldn't hear clearly, he glanced at Xiao Jin suspiciously, his attention was attracted by the man pushing the wheelchair.

That man was also dressed in a Tang suit, with long hair, lazily shaking a folding fan, looking at the crowd with a detached look, and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ding Muyan always felt that he had seen this person somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.