He walks the career path in Shurachang

An atmosphere of fear and tension shrouded the entire auction venue like an invisible thick fog.

A bullet broke a giant crystal chandelier in one of its slings, knocking out most of the bulbs.

The only two remaining slings hang tremblingly from the circular dome on the second floor. Under the inertia of anti-shock, they swing back and forth between the corridor and the booth like a huge inverted cone pendulum.

A large number of guests were guarded by two armed robbers, sitting on chairs and not daring to move.

On the booth, Wen Ranran, who was strangled by the neck, let out a weak sob with difficulty, and looked at the elder brother who was walking towards him step by step with tears in his eyes.

The video camera she brought fell on the carpet in the corner, and was just blocked by the hanging curtain of the showcase, revealing only a small black lens outside, which was not noticed by the robbers.

The reddish light shows that it is still in working condition.

Wen Ranran's eyes went black for a while, if only he wasn't self-willed, if only he would be obedient and stay in the room...

But there is no regret medicine in the world.

Wen Ruiyun narrowed his eyes, staring coldly at the robber on the booth, his eyebrows and eyes were like frost and snow: "I will be your hostage and let you leave. I hope you can keep your word."

With a slight wave of his hand, the two bodyguards in black behind him bent down at an extremely slow speed and put their guns down at their feet.

He himself stepped onto the booth step by step facing the muzzle of the gun...

At this moment, leading to the stairs leading to the corridor on the second floor, Gu Lin took advantage of the chaos of the situation just now, supported Shang Heng, and leaned against the marble handrail of the stairs.

The half-person-high handrails barely block the sight from the direction of the booth.

This place happened to be at a corner, the gang of robbers was small and there were many guests, and they couldn't find the manpower to search for the fish that slipped through the net for the time being, so that the two could hide and take a breath.

Gu Lin helped Shang Heng tear open the damaged sleeve, her brows were tightened, and her palms were covered in cold sweat: "You..."

Shang Heng looked down at the wound on his left arm, blood was still oozing, dripping down his arm.

The eversioned flesh looks terrifying, but fortunately, it is only a flesh injury caused by high temperature and high speed, without any injury to the muscles and bones, it is just a burning pain.

The current tense situation is constantly stimulating adrenaline, and this pain is nothing.

"What did you rush over just now? Are you crazy?" Gu Lin looked at him with complicated eyes and lowered his voice.

Gu Lin didn't care about the sweat on his forehead, and used a silk pocket towel to tie the other party's wound to stop the bleeding. His thick hands and feet hurt Shang Heng, but he was so annoyed that he didn't dare to use force, his fingertips pinched faint red marks on his sweaty palm .

Shang Heng covered his left arm, showing a wry smile.

He doesn't want to either!

If it wasn't for the damn Fang Yang pushing him, Shang Heng would have doubted that that guy is the one who really has the aura of the protagonist, otherwise why is he the only one who is unlucky?

Shang Heng glanced at the booth through the gap at the top of the railing, and Wen Ruiyun had already walked down the steps.

The robber who strangled Wen Ranran was obviously the leader of the gang, he was still worried and shouted: "Kick the gun over!"

The bodyguards in black looked at each other, and under the signal of Wen Ruiyun, they had no choice but to kick the gun towards the booth.

"Idiot! Don't throw away the gun! You're really going to be slaughtered now!" Shang Heng sneered inwardly, his gaze anxiously scanning back and forth above the booth.

When he noticed the swaying crystal lamp hanging from the ceiling on the second floor, Shang Heng stared negligently.

He briefly checked the position of the crystal lamp and the corridor on the second floor, gritted his teeth, crawled on the steps of the stairs, and climbed up little by little.

Gu Lin grabbed his hand in astonishment: "Where are you going if you are injured?"

Shang Heng held up a finger as a gesture of silence, then pointed upstairs.

Gu Lin said suspiciously: "There is no exit on the second floor, and the windows are all sealed, so you can't escape."

Shang Heng shook his head and said in a low voice, "Stay here and don't move."

Gu Lin became anxious: "Shang Heng!"

Shang Heng ignored him, kept his short stature, clung to the base of the railing wall, and quietly climbed up to the second floor, and walked around to the corridor above the booth. When the large chandelier swinging back and forth was closest to the edge of the corridor, there was a tight gap of 20 centimeters. , can be reached with one hand.

Looking down from Shang Heng's position, the huge chandelier covered most of the field of vision, only through the gap of the broken light bulb, one could vaguely see Wen Ruiyun who had stepped onto the booth and was about to exchange hostages.

At that time, regardless of the robbers or guests, almost everyone's attention was focused on Wen Ruiyun, and the atmosphere downstairs was extremely tense.

The anxious situation, vigilant eyes, and dangerous atmosphere interweave into an invisible big net that is crazily squeezed, trapping Wen Ruiyun, who has lost all protection power, in the middle.

Under the muzzle of the robbers, no matter what their status or worth, they all became sheep without discrimination.

If there is a slight mistake, life is at stake!

People stared at Wen Ruiyun's back and held their breath involuntarily. Apart from the leader's yelling, only Wen Ranran's sobbing sound remained in the whole booth.

But Wen Ruiyun still had his back straight, and his steps were as calm as a measurement.

"Ran Ran, don't be afraid." He walked slowly to the leader of the robbers alone, and comforted Wen Ranran in a gentle voice, "You will find Secretary Wu later."

Wen Ranran's face was full of tears: "Brother..."

The robber leader pointed a gun at Wen Ruiyun's forehead: "Turn around."

He turned around slowly as he said, and said lightly: "I hope you will keep your promise, otherwise..."

Wen Ruiyun's eyes drooped slightly, and a trace of scarlet hostility flashed under the thick black eyelashes.

"Otherwise, how dare you threaten me just because you are a fish on the cutting board?" The robber leader was about to let go of Wen Ranran, when the little girl suddenly bit the strong man's wrist with force!

"Hiss - get out of the way!" The leader of the robbers slapped the little girl heavily to the ground.

"Ran Ran!" Wen Ruiyun's face darkened suddenly, but the muzzle of a gun was coldly pressed against his vest.

"Don't move! Turn around!"

Wen Ruiyun didn't move, his eyebrows were frowned, and his eyes were firmly locked on his younger sister: "Ran Ran stood up! Go back to the stage! You are the daughter of the Wen family, you are not so vulnerable!"

The robber who was ignored was furious: "I told you to turn back, can't you hear me!"

"Crack——" A loud sound of glass shattering suddenly sounded directly above the booth!

The people on the stage were startled suddenly, and the moment they looked up, they saw that huge, precarious inverted conical crystal chandelier falling head-on from mid-air!

"Ah!" Shocked, the leader of the robbers raised his hand and shot at the nearly two-meter-long chandelier!

With a bang, the glass splashes everywhere!The overwhelmed crystal lamp completely fell apart!

The leader of the robbers was almost buried under shards of shattered glass!The sharp glass shards fell down like a rain of awls, scratching his head, face and skin all over his body!

A figure jumped down from behind the crystal chandelier while pulling the sling of the chandelier, threw the leader of the robbers with blood on his face, and with a scream, his right hand holding the gun was deeply pierced into a sharp piece of glass. Scrapped.

Shang Heng kicked the gun in his hand away on the spot!

It just hit Wen Ruiyun's feet!

Just when everyone was caught off guard by this sudden change, Wen Ruiyun reacted very quickly, picked up the gun and quickly fed a bullet to the robbers who were about to rush up on the left and right sides!

In less than one breath, two gunshots sounded decisively, and the two fallen figures did not know whether they were alive or dead!

Following Wen Ruiyun's black-clothed bodyguards, they rushed to the booth in a well-trained manner, retrieved the guns, and protected the boss and Wen Ranran from left to right.

In that room, Shang Heng jumped from the chandelier, and fell into the pile of glass shards with the leader of the robbers. Even though there was such a big pad, the impact on Shang Heng was still not small.

The leader of the robbers was undoubtedly Lian Jiazi. Even though he was seriously injured, he still remained awake. He grabbed Shang Heng's wrist with one hand, and the two wrestled in the shards of glass.

The dying leader erupted with incomparably terrifying strength, which was far beyond Shang Heng's ability to compete.

Just as he grabbed Shang Heng's neck with both hands, a cold and sharp nozzle firmly pressed against the back of the robber's head.

"Let him go." Wen Ruiyun's deep and magnetic voice was as calm as usual.

Only the narrowed lines at the corners of the eyes, the dark pupils, and the slight sound of the trigger being pulled in, faintly revealed the accumulated anger and ruthlessness.

"If you dare to touch him again, you will die."

Shang Heng raised his eyes in an instant, his eyes flicked over the robber who slowly let go of his hands, and finally fell on Wen Ruiyun behind him, that frosty face.

His hand holding the gun is extremely stable, with long fingers, and the angle formed by the well-articulated wrist bones and the pistol. The posture is standard and graceful, and there is no fault in it.

"Shang Heng." Wen Ruiyun's gaze was fixed on the leader of the robbers, but he kept paying attention to Shang Heng from the corner of his eye, "Come behind me."

Shang Heng stared blankly for a moment, then slowly moved limping, and stood beside Wen Ruiyun.

He was protected behind by Wen Ruiyun's raised left hand, his chest was heaving and rising after the fierce fight, and his heart was still beating rapidly.

Shang Heng stared at the man's side face complicatedly, only then noticed that the man's ears, cheeks, and even the brow bone of his left eye were scratched by the glass shards that exploded and scattered.

This reversal of the situation is long, but in fact it is only a short one minute.

Under Shang Heng's disturbance, the hostages changed from brothers and sisters Wen Ruiyun and Wen Ranran to the leader of the robbers.

Under the stage lay two accomplices of the robbers who were shot, and the two minions under the stage were guarding the guests. The sudden reversal of the situation made them at a loss, and they could only subconsciously confront the black-clothed bodyguard nervously with their guns raised.

In the auction hall, there was no sound.

Just when the two sides were at war, and a life-and-death shootout might break out at any moment, a few small sounds of glass shattering hit everyone's heart like cracked strings!

The few robbers left in the auction venue fell to the ground at the same time!

The guests suddenly screamed and the commotion continued.

The closed glass windows in the corridor on the second floor were broken from the outside to the inside, and a group of special police officers in combat uniforms rushed into the venue in a uniform manner!

"Police! Everyone put down their weapons!"

The robbers ran out of hostages, and the snipers were able to successfully deal with the gun-wielding rebels. The last leader with a gun pointed at his head was left. Seeing that the situation was over, he fell into despair.

Until he was handcuffed into the police car, he was still puzzled. How did the police get the news so quickly when he clearly blocked the signal in the venue? !

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After all the complicated finishing work was over, the auction venue was left with nothing but mess.

Precious collections were scattered on the ground like stones on the side of the road, even stained with blood. The central crystal lamp was only an empty metal frame, and the glass lamp tube carved with flowers was broken into a thick layer of fragmented glass slag.

Only Wen Ranran's camera rolled in the corner was intact, and the girl picked it up in surprise.

And the priceless pigeon egg powder diamond was still lying intact among the blue velvet cloth, which reminded all the guests of the ominous legend about it, and the dreamlike light became more and more mysterious.

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The Weiss Villa Sanatorium is a private hospital invested and established by the Wen family, which happens to be near the Weiss Villa.

When Shang Heng was sent to the hospital by Wen Ruiyun himself, the suit on his body was torn and torn, with cuts everywhere, almost no piece of complete fabric could be found, and his right leg and ankle were red and swollen, as if he had been injured when he jumped off the chandelier .

His whole body seemed to be seriously injured, Wen Ruiyun watched him being pushed into the emergency room from outside the door, and repeatedly urged a large group of doctors and nurses to circle around Shang Heng, for fear of leaving a scar on his body.

After Wen Ruiyun finished handling the aftermath of the robbery overnight, and returned to the nursing home early the next morning, Shang Heng's injuries had all been taken care of.

In the VIP suite area on the top floor of the nursing home, Shang Heng, who was wearing a hospital gown, was staring out the window in a daze.

The windows were wiped spotless, and the bright sunlight penetrated through the window lattice and spread to the bright floor tiles, but stopped outside the dividing line between light and shadow that separated the youth.

Shang Heng was sitting in a wheelchair, his right calf was tightly wrapped with bandages, and he couldn't move, as if he was wearing a thick boot with horizontal stripes.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Shang Heng turned his head and looked at Wen Ruiyun blankly.

Those jet-black eyes were dull and lifeless at this moment, the eye sockets were moist with reddish color, and his cheeks were as pale as paper.

Wen Ruiyun's heart was shocked suddenly, his eyes fell on the opponent's right leg, his pupils shrank slightly, and his brows were furrowed—could Shang Heng's leg be broken?

He is obviously the youngest, a new star with infinite possibilities in the future, but at this time...

"Mr. Wen?"

Wen Ruiyun closed his eyes and slowly came to Shang Heng's side. He seldom bent down or lowered his head, but now he squatted down so that his gaze was just at the same level as Shang Heng.

"It's okay. I'll let you stand up again."

Wen Ruiyun's voice is unique and magnetic, and when he speaks in a deliberately slow tone, it is like a landscape washed by spring rain, clear and poetic.

Shang Heng was taken aback for a moment, and nodded without hesitation.

"At that time, you don't have to take such a risk to save me." Wen Ruiyun stared into his eyes.

Xu Shi had just shed tears, and Shang Heng's voice was a bit hoarse and nasal, and he said slowly: "I'm afraid I'm going late, so you just..."

—and was rescued by the police.

Shang Heng was thinking in his heart, that favors are not in vain, let's see how you have the nerve to deal with me as a "life-saver" in the future.

Wen Ruiyun pursed his lips, his eyes showed a trace of subtle complexity.

"You can make a request to me, and whatever I can do, I will satisfy you."

Is there such a good thing?

Shang Heng's mind immediately came alive, how about wrapping a 1000 million red envelope?Will it be too much?

Or it would be nice to give him an investment so that he can go back to his old business...

Just when Shang Heng was thinking about what to ask, Wen Ruiyun's cell phone rang suddenly, interrupting their conversation.

He looked down at the caller ID, frowned slightly, it was Fang Yang.

Shang Heng glanced at that name, and remembered the "revenge" at the auction, and frowned immediately, isn't he a rival in love?As for killing everything like this?Could it be that he offended Fang Yang in other ways?

He couldn't help curling his lips and asked: "Is Mr. Wen still planning to marry the young master of the Fang family?"

Wen Ruiyun hung up the call as if nothing had happened, raised his eyes and smiled and said, "How do you know about this?"

Shang Heng: "..." I accidentally slipped my tongue.

Wen Ruiyun looked at his embarrassing expression, and a faint smile traced the corners of his eyes, then nodded suddenly, and said, "I see."

Shang Heng: "?"

Wen Ruiyun straightened up and made a solemn promise: "Don't worry, I have no intention of marrying him. I will satisfy you with this request."

Shang Heng: "???"

He opened his mouth: "Mr. Wen, wait, I'm not..."

"Don't worry." Wen Ruiyun patted the back of his hand lightly, "I will take care of you until you can stand up."

"not me……"

The knock on the door interrupted Shang Heng's words again, Wen Ruiyun told him to take a good rest, and went to open the door.

There was a big bunch of bright red roses outside the door. Gu Lin held the flowers in one hand and put the other in his pocket. When he saw Wen Ruiyun, his eyes instantly sank.

Wen Ruiyun's brow bone moved slightly, and even the very thin scar moved accordingly.

He stepped out of the ward, closed the door with his backhand, and blocked Gu Lin from the outside.

"Mr. Gu, Shang Heng is resting, it's better not to disturb me now."

Gu Lin said coldly: "Really? Then I'll take a look and leave."

As he said, he pressed the doorknob and was about to twist the door.

Wen Ruiyun pressed his hand, with a faint gloomy look on his brows: "His leg is seriously injured, and he may not want to be seen now."

"Could it be that his leg was broken?" Gu Lin was taken aback for a moment, and then a strong annoyance surged in his heart for no reason, "Let me in."

While pulling, the door clicked open.

Three people, three pairs of eyes, suddenly six eyes met.

Shang Heng wiped his nose with a paper towel in one hand, and a novel in the other hand, and the book cover was written in big characters——

"Ghost Love: My Brother Loves Me Again"

Wen Ruiyun: "..."

Gu Lin: "..."