critical

Xu Duyan let out an "oh", and cursed out of nowhere: "Solar electricity, the voltage is stable only for the hell."

Yan Ji turned off the lights suddenly, and everyone's eyes hadn't adapted to the darkness yet. Thinking of Xu Duyan who was standing a few meters away with a gas tank on his back, he didn't dare to say anything.

Zhao Xiaobing was afraid that Xu Duyan would see Xu Xun on the ground, so he fumbled on the ground in the dark, grabbed one foot and dragged him back.

"Ah! There's a ghost!" The insurance salesman in a light pink shirt screamed, jumping three feet high on the spot.

The milk powder seller was so frightened that he screamed: "Ah, where is it! Where is it!"

"Shut the fuck up for me!" The third brother roared, "Damn, don't step on my slippers... Ahhh, feet! Feet!"

In an instant, the small living room was buzzing with people.

Yan Ji opened the flap of the shoulder bag with her left hand, and before she could reach it in, she saw a dark shadow approaching in front of her eyes, and she quickly moved aside.

The wind whistled in Yan Ji's ears, but when he heard the sound of "Dang Dang", he didn't know why something heavy hit the wall.

Then everyone heard - "pata".

light is on.

Zhao Xiaobing, who was sitting on the ground, grabbed the briefcase on the coffee table and "slapped" it on Xu Xun's face.The insurance seller was so anxious to grab it that he tripped over the milk powder box on the ground and hurriedly grabbed the third brother next to him.The third brother was holding the golden rooster with his broken foot to stand alone, and he sat on Xu Xun's lap with a flick of his body.

The buck-toothed woman who bought milk powder looked at the three people on the ground, then at Xu Duyan, and slowly squatted down with her head in her hands.

Xu Duyan held the lighter on the gas pipe with one hand, and pressed the light switch with the other, looking around the crowd with cold eyes: "Who the hell are you? Say it!"

Si Siaiai, the buck-toothed woman with her head in her hands, said, "It's for milk powder."

The pink shirt lying on Xu Xun's stomach tugged at the corner of the briefcase: "Insurance sellers."

Zhao Xiaobing, who was holding the other corner of the briefcase, said, "It's a food delivery."

The third uncle holding the broken leg: "Scrap collection."

Everyone looked at Yan Ji together.

Yan Ji apologized slightly: "I'm holding everyone back, I'm currently unemployed."

Xu Duyan was so angry that he almost choked to death: "You're lying to a ghost! Believe it or not, I call the police!"

"Report!" "Report quickly!" "Report now!" "Please call the police!"

The four people on the ground had a tacit understanding, their eyes lit up when they heard the word "alarm", and the loud noise in unison made Xu Duyan take a step back in fright, pulled down the lighter hanging on his chest, and lit it with a "chic".

There was a sudden silence in the room, and there was no sound.

Xu Duyan stared at Yan Ji with his cloudy right eye: "Are you the leader? Who sent you here? The demolition company? Or Wang's fake?"

Yan Ji took a step forward and said sincerely: "Uncle, you misunderstood, we are Xu Xun's friends. He talked about business with us, and we hit it off and prepared to have a drink. You look at the table, the wine is all set."

Xu Duyan glanced at the coffee table, grinning and showing his yellow teeth: "Where is Xu Xun?"

The insurance man shook nervously and let go of the briefcase in his hand.Zhao Xiaobing fell backwards due to inertia, and the briefcase in his hand was thrown up to the sky, revealing the lifeless Xu Xun underneath.

When Xu Duyan saw his son on the ground, he immediately stared round.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Ji stepped forward, raised his hand to reveal the spray in his palm, and pointed at Xu Duyan's face—"呵呵!"

Xu Duyan evaded in a panic, slamming his head on the wall, and just happened to press the light switch.

"Clap."

The living room was plunged into darkness again, and everyone was in a stalemate, not daring to move.

Relying on his memory, Yan Ji quietly raised his arm and pressed the spray on the wall.Just as she was about to use force with her fingertips, her wrist hurt sharply, and she almost let go of the spray bottle.

In the darkness, Xu Duyan smiled ferociously: "I didn't expect that, my eyes are so good!"

"How easy is it? Can you read without a light?"

A cold inquiry came from outside the door, the voice was light and empty, like a forest mountain spirit coming through the mist, asking life-threatening questions in a low voice.

Yan Ji pursed his lips and smiled slightly, President Yan was always bluffing when he appeared on stage.

Xu Duyan was so frightened that he let go of Yan Ji and slapped the light on.He pressed against the wall, pulled down the gas pipe in front of his chest with one hand, and held up the flaming lighter with the other, threatening everyone at the top of his lungs: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way for me!"

Yan Ji looked outside the door, the lambskin shoes showed their tips and shrank back.Yan Deng stood outside the door, covered his nose with his hand, and said to Yan Ji, "Come out."

Xu Duyan yelled, "I'm not going out!"

Seeing that Xu Duyan's cheeks were twitching and his emotions were a little out of control, Yan Ji quickly persuaded him gently, "Uncle, the lighter is too close to the gas pipe, it's very dangerous."

Xu Duyan put the lighter under the gas pipe, and hissed, "I am not afraid of death! I dare to die with you! Are you afraid! Are you afraid!"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid." Yan Ji stepped back half a step with a gentle look on his face, trying to slow down his voice, "Uncle, it's useless for you to do this, you will only hurt yourself..."

Yan Ji was still waiting to talk, when the sound of a baby crying suddenly sounded in her mind, she froze in shock, turned around and was about to rush into the bedroom when she regained her senses.

"—Ahhh!" The four people on the ground screamed.

Yan Ji felt the heat wave sweeping behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw a tongue of fire gushing towards him.With a bad heart, she rushed into the kitchen.

The third brother was the first to react, and climbed to the balcony with his hands and feet, and the insurance seller and the milk powder seller followed closely, pulling them into a ball for a while.

Yan Ji went into the kitchen and found a kitchen knife.Xu Duyan was so burned that he screamed and laughed, like crazy.But in an instant, he fell to the ground with a bang like a dummy without power.

Yan Ji pulled out a thick windbreaker from the chair, and immediately moved towards the valve cover of the fire-breathing gas tank.

The one-foot-high tongue of flame sprayed out from the valve of the gas tank unexpectedly went out just like that.

Yan Ji stepped forward and cut the basket on Xu Duyan's body.The kitchen knife was full of rust, and the edge was stained with dried green onion. Cutting the nylon rope was like cutting iron. Fortunately, Zhao Xiaobing, who had weak legs and feet, handed over the third brother's dagger.

Yan Ji broke the rope with a dagger, pushed the gas tank aside, and used a thick windbreaker to blow the embers of fire on Xu Duyan's face.

Xu Duyan lay on the ground in worse condition than his son.There were several burns on his body, and the most serious one was burnt by a melted gas pipe. From his chest to his back, the scorched black and rotten wound smelled like a mixture of flesh and plastic.

Yan Ji stretched out his hand to press Xu Duyan's Renzhong acupoint, and sighed: "I've said it all, you will only hurt yourself like this, why don't you listen."

Zhao Xiaobing stared tremblingly at the gas tank beside him, fighting nervously: "Yan Ji, will it, will it explode?"

Yan Ji laughed: "It will explode when it is lit, how do you use your gas stove?"

Zhao Xiaobing was stunned for a few seconds before he realized it, turned his head and shouted: "Uncle, it's all right!"

The third brother, the insurance seller, and the milk powder seller were hanging out of the balcony hand in hand. Hearing this, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief, with big smiles on their faces, and then fell down together.

Zhao Xiaobing was dumbfounded, and Yan Ji beside him had rushed into the bedroom.

nobody.

Yan Ji rushed to the window to look out, the night was vast, the ruins with broken tiles and ruins were like mass graves, no human habitation could be seen as far as he could see.

Yan Ji immediately turned around and rushed out of the living room to the door. He stood in the corridor and checked the back of the house, only to see three figures standing and squatting not far away. Although their appearance was suspicious, they were definitely not the ones who took Wang Xiaoping away.

Yan Ji glanced at no one, and walked towards Yan Deng: "Did you see anyone? Wang Xiaoping and her two children are gone."

Yan Deng looked at her and took half a step back.

Yan Ji was at a loss: "What's wrong?"

Yan Deng said indifferently, "You stink."

Yan Ji couldn't help laughing: "So you let me out just now because you thought the room smelled bad?"

Yan Deng asked back: "Do you think it smells good?"

Yan Ji touched his forehead in embarrassment, took a deep breath and settled down, trying to calm down, wanting to sense the baby's crying again.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaobing came out of the house, turned on the light of the mobile phone and shook it in the distance.

Yan Ji understood in his heart that this was the contact signal for Zhao Xiaobing to negotiate with the demolition company.

With a thought in her heart, she looked sideways at the other end of the corridor.

At the dim staircase, a stooped figure stood there silently.

Yan Ji walked over: "Old man, go downstairs and clean up quickly, the demolition company is coming soon."

The old lady raised her head and looked behind Yan Ji with cloudy eyes: "Where is my darling grandson? I haven't hugged him yet... Where is my darling grandson, where is my darling grandson..."

This dilapidated building has been without water and electricity for a long time, and the old lady has not showered for some time, and her body smells foul.Countless worms hovered around her, flapping their wings and buzzing, as if surrounding a corpse that was about to rot.

Yan Ji sighed, took out the remaining few hundred dollars from the shoulder bag, and stuffed them all into the old lady's hands: "Old man, you go downstairs first, I'll go find those two children."

The old lady nodded and shook her head, and staggered down the stairs, muttering as she walked: "Odd numbers are yang... Even numbers are yin... Misfortunes never come singly... Fortunes never come together... Twins are inauspicious..."

Zhao Xiaobing came over: "Yan Ji, you are too..." He didn't have the nerve to say the word "Holy Mother", and said: "Poor people must have something to hate."

Yan Ji watched the old lady stagger away, and sighed in a low voice: "I know, but what's the point of the low-level people's strife."

Zhao Xiaobing froze.

Yan Ji came back to his senses, and said apologetically, "I have feelings for a while, don't think too much, I'm leaving first, I leave this place to you. Remember to send Xu Xun and his father to the hospital."

Zhao Xiaobing nodded: "Understood, don't worry."

Yan Ji looked at Yan Deng, made a gesture of invitation, and said with a smile: "Let's go, if you stay any longer, you're going to stink."

Yan Deng walked to her side and held her hand.

Yan Ji was led downstairs by her, inexplicably shy in his heart, but Yan Deng held him tightly when he wanted to withdraw his hand.

In the dark and narrow corridor, Yan Deng's voice was soft and gentle: "You can't see the stairs clearly."

Yan Ji pursed the corners of his lips, and smiled silently: "I know, Boss Yan has good eyesight, and he can read without a light."

Yan Deng said, "I've finished reading a book."

"Well, I've stayed here for too long." Yan Ji raised his arm and sniffed, and there was a smell of natural gas on his clothes, "Why did you come here suddenly? Did you see any suspicious people?"

While talking, the two walked downstairs, and Yan Deng raised his finger to the three people who were standing and squatting not far away: "Your fifth finger."

Yan Ji looked up.

The standing person approached, it was a young girl, she stopped seventeen or eight steps away, quickly glanced at Yan Deng, and then smiled at Yan Ji: "Hello, I am Ji's Security Guard staff of."

Yan Ji also laughed when he heard this.

At the underground laboratory of Dianjin Pharmaceutical, Xi Feilan brought someone in time, and Yan Ji didn't become suspicious.But after listening to her talk in the car, it was clear that there was no plan to attack Dianjin Pharmaceutical at night, so it was worth pondering that it came so timely.

It is precisely because of this that Yan Ji did not hand over the tube of "Slater Luge's Rhododendron" to Xi Feilan in the end.

This is also what Yan Deng said, "Yesterday you counted one, two, three, four with your fingers. What is the fifth thing?" 'Article V.

Yan Ji met the "Ji's security staff" in front of him with an embarrassed smile, and took the initiative to divert the topic: "Hello, it's so late, thank you for your hard work. Who are those two?"

The little tail that was pulled out quickly said: "It's two traffickers. They came and were chased away, and they insisted on squatting near me to chat. It's too disgusting. I recorded everything and sent them to the police station in a while."

Yan Ji nodded: "Well, this is to eliminate harm for the people."

Xiaowei sneered: "Can I...can I go?" Being exposed by stalking means failure of the mission, and it is only right to obediently go back and receive the punishment.

Yan Ji asked: "Did you see anyone leave just now?"

Xiaowei took out his mobile phone and handed it to Yan Ji.

Yan Ji quickly took it, and the photo was taken of a straddle motorcycle.Even though the photo was blurry and afterimages were pulled out, Yan Ji could still see Wang Xiaoping on the back seat of the motorcycle at a glance.

Yan Ji zoomed in on the photo, his brows suddenly frowned, and his expression gradually became cold.

There is a vague pattern on the saddlebag on the rear side of the motorcycle, which vaguely looks like a bust of an angel with spread wings.