The invulnerability of fast wear

The doctor pushed the door out, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Chai Lin waiting outside.

The man is tall and strong. There is a long scar on the broad and steep eyebrows, which runs from the right forehead to the left forehead, making his original plain face hideous, and amidst the hideousness, eagle-like eyes reveal An extremely serious and terrifying air pressure.

Even among the internal members of the Yin family, few dared to look this man in the eye.

Wu Xie is one of the people who is not afraid.

Realizing that the other party was looking over his shoulder at the patient who fell into a deep sleep, Wu Xie closed the door completely, and looked up with a cold expression:

"What's the matter?"

"What you want." Handing the silver pocket watch to the other party, the man's tone became serious, "What did you say, sir?"

"The main thing is to ask about the young master's recent situation." Putting the pocket watch into his pocket, the doctor said, "Sir, the situation is not very good these days, how many times has Master Bai come here?"

"Haven't been here since last week."

Nodding his head, before walking out of the long corridor, the doctor suddenly stopped. Chai Lin was walking in front of him, and when he realized that he was not following, he couldn't help showing a questioning expression.

The narrow and dark eyes looked at him suddenly, and Chai Lin felt a subtle feeling of being spied on from these eyes. He couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and asked calmly:

"how?"

Holding the pocket watch in his pocket tightly, the doctor hesitated to speak, but finally shook his head.

The electronic sound of the system machinery came from the ear:

"Non-quest props, not recyclable."

……

The silver pick cannot hide the rust marks. Although the exterior is well maintained, the details that cannot be cleaned are still stained with rust, but now, it has faded a lot.

There is no doubt that this is an old-fashioned pocket watch that can be passed down. Although it is old, it is still well maintained.

The index finger gently hooks down the watch cover, and the dial carved with exquisite patterns closes with a "snap".

"This is You Wei's pocket watch."

"Yes."

"This is a mission prop."

"Yes."

"Then, why does the system prompt that it is a 'non-quest item'?"

"It has been disassembled." The electronic voice maintained an objective stability, "and lost three rivets and gears."

The doctor became quiet and did not speak for a long time.

"Chai Lin is suspicious of me." The silver pocket watch was lying heavily on the palm of his hand, and the doctor looked down at it, "He wanted to know the meaning of the pocket watch, so he asked someone to dismantle it, and found nothing inside, so he put some 'small gifts' in it." Inside—let me guess, a microlocator? Or a recording button."

The system didn't answer. It knew that the host's mood was very unstable and needed other things to distract him. It was best not to interrupt or interrupt.

Unknowingly, it also becomes able to "understand" others.

"No matter what it is." The index finger and thumb firmly clasped the silver dial, and the man asked, "Can it be restored?"

"Yes. Just find the original rivets and gears and restore them to their original state."

"Does the system have a tracking function for mission props?"

"..." This time the electronic voice paused for a long time before answering, "No."

The man didn't speak. He was thinking about something in his heart, which might be able to make up for this failure. Before that, his quest props had never been dismantled by any NPC. It was because he let his guard down too much, so That's what led to this result.

To restore this pocket watch, only one person can currently do it.

"This weekend, let's take Ah Song to the amusement park." The doctor's eyes were as deep as a pool of water as his fingertips slid across the reflective case, "Maybe things can turn around a little bit."

The snow-white wide palm brushed over the pocket watch and covered the black phone.

Amidst the silent gaze of the system, the doctor made a call.

Only two words are displayed above:

Yin Bai.

……

It was difficult for Yin Song to recall exactly what happened that day.

The teacher took him to play in the amusement park of his dreams. They were ups and downs in the high-altitude event. After they got down, the teacher bought him chocolate ice cream. Then they met Yin Bai's person. The teacher went to negotiate, and finally took advantage of the other party's attention Pull him into the haunted house.

It was supposed to be a scary place, but because of the sense of security brought by the teacher, he didn't feel flustered at all. At that time, he discovered that the teacher had an amazing sense of direction.

They didn't have a map, but the teacher didn't seem to be confused at all when he was moving forward. He ran wildly with him, and was even able to avoid the staff who were about to rush over to create a scare in advance—they got into a shady place. Hand it over to the bodyguard wearing the skull, help him put on the bat mask himself, and tell him that he can go out soon.

But the teacher didn't go with him, he turned his head and opened the dark curtain to lead away the people sent by Yin Bai in the opposite direction.

So the teacher doesn't know.

It was not his father's cronies that he met later.

It was Chailin who had been waiting in the car for a long time.

There seems to be something.

From that moment on, it gradually collapsed and eventually got out of control.

……

When Wu Xie was escorted back to Yin's house, Yin Bai was sitting on the sofa in the center of the living room.

There used to be Yin Zao's location.

With the brutal end of this turbulent civil war, this chair, a symbol of power and status, finally changed hands.

The man is not in suits and leather shoes like before, his hair is neat, and the smell of blood in the room has never dissipated. His bare arms are laid flat on the sofa. The blood has been treated, but the bullets have not been taken out. Very pleasing to the eye, he announces his mastery with a languid but majestic posture that cannot be ignored.

Wu Xie is not talking nonsense, and he shouldn't have it—this is just a transaction, and the content is nothing more than the ownership of the body.

Skillfully disinfecting the tweezers and blades, he put on a snow-white mask, took out a round bullet from the wound on the man's arm, accurately judged the caliber and told him that he lowered his head to stop the bleeding and bandage the man as he did to Yin Zao in the past .

During this time, the man's gray eyes never left him.

Wu Xie felt an indescribable anxiety.

This anxiety does not originate from Yin Bai, but a sensitive expression of the current situation.

Although he has tried his best to repair it, Wu Xie vaguely feels that his task this time may not be completed.

"Axie." The man finally recovered the affectionate and cheerful tone when he called him by his nickname, "The thing you asked for is upstairs, please leave it tonight."

The interrogative sentence pattern ends with a declarative tone.

It is a tough gesture that cannot be rejected.

Lightly sorting out the medicine box, the doctor was noncommittal. He thought of the hamster and fox in the four-panel cartoon, as well as the big bad wolf that was wounded and escaped.

It now appears that the Big Bad Wolf has won.

However, it is not yet the end, so it may be too early to judge now.

"Okay." The doctor closed the box and replied briefly, "Let's go."

The two walked through the corridor of the living room one after the other, and the shadow of the lamp kept passing over the illuminated part of their cheeks, until the doctor turned the doorknob and stepped into the shadows first, only the man in the iron gray suit stood unhurriedly Behind him—without turning on the light, the door was gently closed, and the lock made a "click" sound.

The blue light is silently projected on the plush carpet, and the softness of the soles of the feet alone makes people feel strange, not to mention the wind when the suit is thrown off, the men's perfume and the smell of blood are mixed together, and the doctor doesn't even have time Turning around, the lower jaw has been clamped from behind.

But he didn't panic, but calmly asked:

"Where is the thing I want?"

Forced to look up at a high angle, the doctor's peripheral vision met the mercury-like pupils, which was another flawless color reflected after the fine light spots penetrated into the gray crystal, the saturation was so low that it was almost whitish silver.

"Get it yourself."

The man's breath carried a strong playful meaning, pouring into the ear and then dispersing.

Wu Xie instantly understood the meaning of this sentence, cursed inwardly, his expression tensed slightly, but he stretched his hands behind his back without hesitation, and groped down from the opponent's waist - of course, the location need not be mentioned, this man even lost his suit Now, there is no place to hide things except pockets.

It was not easy to search for the lower parts in a restrained posture, he had to take the initiative to approach Yin Bai, which was probably what the other party expected, the man's heat almost enveloped his whole body through the cloth, Wu Xie frowned Wrinkled, the fingertips finally felt a little bit of cold metal.

Holding the fine parts, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the person who imprisoned him suddenly moved.

Yin Bai twisted his other arm violently, as if anticipating that he would struggle, before he could pull his hand holding the parts out of his trousers pocket, he took a few steps forward and completely pressed him on the bed .

The soft cotton wool fully accepted the weight of the human body, the nose and mouth were buried in the sunken fabric, and the elbow was quickly and accurately pressed against the lower back. The doctor groaned in pain, his long and narrow black eyes swept back, and finally drew out his arm to the man's face He hit him, but the opponent stepped forward and smashed his palm on his shoulder. The sound of bone dislocation was extremely clear, and the doctor's arm holding the metal part was limp and paralyzed aside.

Cold sweat covered his forehead densely, Wu Xie looked at the fallen, shiny parts, and faintly saw some kind of discolored double image during his panting, he was turned over, and looked at the tall man head-on.

——This man has calculated everything.

He knows that he will not give in to this deal, he knows that he is not only a doctor, he even knows how to deal with fighting skills that he should not have, these should not be familiar to "Yin Bai" who only exists in this world Things are now all included in it.

What happened to this world...? !

"who are you?"

The thin inquiry is like a clump of dandelions with nowhere to go, weak and ethereal.

"I'm Yin Bai, don't call me Young Master Bai, isn't that what you call me?" Gently stroking the other's cheeks that lost blood due to pain with his fingertips, Yin Bai said in a deep voice, "Although, I prefer you to call me 'White' is it."

The buttons were separated one by one, revealing the pale but well-shaped collarbone. The doctor didn't struggle at all, he just looked at the man above him with an incredibly complicated expression, and all kinds of things were spinning in his mind. Ideas, but in the end they didn't work out.

The chin was gently lifted, different from the coldness shown when he was firmly suppressed before, now Yin Bai is like a collector of fragile objects, carefully placing a kiss on the other's lips - but this kiss just brushed the lips corner, the doctor tilted his head the moment he was about to touch it, silently looking at the blue light outside the window, without saying a word.

The gray eyes are filled with the desire to abuse, which is gradually becoming more brutal. The man irresistibly snapped the other's face back, and was about to take this as a "punishment", when suddenly the doctor's chin was slowly held by the doctor's hand, which meant that The unexpected initiative made the man stand still.

"You said 'white'." The sudden smile disintegrated the defenses that could not be relaxed, "Is it the angel's white?"

His pupils constricted, but the man didn't answer.

— and can no longer answer.

The high-pressure syringe was pressed against his abdomen, and the hand that should have been restricted by the dislocation precisely controlled the push plug. The cold liquid was like the doctor's smile at the moment, and an ice-like flower bloomed in the coldness.

As early as downstairs, Wu Xie took the anesthetic from the medicine box in advance. Yin Bai must have guessed what he wanted to do, so he preemptively struck when he came up, but he probably didn't expect that he had the ability to "change" the syringe out of thin air.

Moreover, the system also has cheating "local anesthesia".

Even so, it's still - it's dangerous.

Pushing away the man lying on his body like a dead object, the doctor lowered his head and pulled out the metal parts. Before he could count the number, he heard noisy footsteps accompanied by two gunshots, and the door was kicked open with a "bang"!

Panting heavily, the young man with blood stains on his face suddenly appeared in front of him.

Lines of sight blended, and soon parted.

The scene in front of him was completely different from what the boy had expected. He breathed a sigh of relief, but as if he wanted to confirm something, his knuckles holding the gun were slightly loose, and he walked slowly towards the doctor sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Teacher..." He came to the person he respected like sleepwalking, "This is for you."

The sweaty handle of the gun was stuffed into the man's wide palm, and the young man pressed it tightly, as if afraid of being rejected, he said quickly:

"Will it work? Let me teach you, okay..."

The doctor glanced at the dark crowd at the door, and there stood two familiar faces - Liao Wuyi and Fat Si.

No Chailin.

"what do you want?"

Pushing away the young man's hand, the doctor held the penis without authorization, and looked down at him with an indescribably serious expression:

"speak out."

The young man showed a half-smiling and crying expression, and slowly knelt down, with his arms lying between the doctor's knees, and his hoarse voice was somewhat pitiful and begging:

"kill him."

"..."

"Please, kill him."

The blood exploded like bursting watermelon juice.

Red flesh and white flesh splattered everywhere, the man's pale cheeks were inevitably splashed with dots of traces, and the young man also added a touch of blood in the surprise that failed to recover. They looked at each other, a calm to almost cold, The other was shaken violently and his eyes flickered.

The still-hot muzzle held the boy's head, and the group of people standing at the door immediately pointed their guns at the doctor who seemed to be out of order. Words that no one can understand.

"You don't understand me at all." The fingertips holding the trigger were steady and strong, the man's pupils were as deep as the sea, "I'm a fox, not a hamster, remember that."

The boy opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say anything.

The man got up and threw the gun back. He buttoned his shirt and was about to leave, but he was pulled back by the man kneeling on the ground. Amber eyes were fixed on him as if they were dying, and they refused to let go.

"Teacher, please—don't go!"

The man didn't look at him, but said calmly:

"The clothes are dirty, come here after changing."

The boy let go of his five fingers in a daze, and didn't stop him again.

The headless corpse fell tragically on the big comfortable bed. The doctor just glanced at it and turned away without hesitation.

This night, everything is messed up.