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It is best for Nanjiang to lie down in Wen Changling's arms endlessly, but the bath should not be too long, as the skin will become wrinkled after a long time.

He gritted his teeth and persisted for a while, but finally he was so bored that he couldn't breathe, so he reluctantly stood up and climbed out of the pot of soup.

Wen Changling didn't feel very stuffy, but he became sleepy after soaking for a long time.He was not interested in massage, and even resisted it. Zhu Nanjiang couldn't persuade him, so he had to call a masseuse to enjoy it by himself.

It was very hot in the box, and Wen Changling was lying on the recliner drinking cold beer while watching Zhu Nanjiang lying on the marble slab being rubbed from head to toe.

The masseur was a thin, dry middle-aged man with a dark complexion and strong hands.Zhu Nanjiang's white flowers are as soft as glutinous rice cakes, being shaped into various shapes in his hands.

Looking from this angle, you can just see his entire body sideways. His waist is sunken, making his buttocks look particularly upright. Pressing his hands on the base of his thighs squeezes the flesh out even more.

Wen Changling looked at it for a while, and for some reason felt that the masseuse's movements were a little erotic.

Zhu Nanjiang was so comfortable that he hummed and groaned non-stop: "Brother, you really don't know how to enjoy yourself. You don't want to have a massage in this kind of place!"

"You do what you want, I'm quite comfortable like this."

"What's the point of lying down?"

"Can't I still watch you massage?"

"Then... do I look good?"

Wen Changling stopped talking, turned his head and drank beer in silence.

Zhu Nanjiang has a lot of words today, and he always chooses some ambiguous words, but this is another ambiguous place, so the ambiguous words sound even more ambiguous.

Wen Changling used cold beer to suppress the dryness in his heart, and then looked up at the wall clock on the wall - he also had an appointment with a friend to talk about something in the evening, and now he has had enough trouble with Nanjiang, and it is time to calm down and go back to work .

Zhu Nanjiang originally planned to order a pot of tea after the massage, take two sips and then take a bath.However, Wen Changling kept looking up at the clock, even though he didn't say anything, it was very obvious that he didn't want to stay for a long time.

Zhu Nanjiang knew that he was also a busy person, so he didn't want to force others to make things difficult for him at this time. After the masseuse retired, he offered to say that it was getting late, and he had to go to the police station to work later.

Wen Changling took advantage of the situation and said that it was time for him to go back to the printing factory.

The two of them got dressed and went down to the first floor. The driver who was drinking tea in the lobby got up and greeted them.

"Third Master."

Zhu Nanjiang took the coat from the blind man: "Send Mr. Wen home first."

Wen Changling hurriedly waved his hands: "Don't bother you, I'll go back by myself."

"No trouble!"

The two walked to the side of the road, one left and one right, Zhu Nanjiang suddenly thought of a joke, hugged Wen Changling by the waist and pushed him into the car.The latter looked annoyed, and kept his hands on the car door: "Nanjiang, don't make trouble!"

The driver had already gotten into the driver's seat, and the blind man stood expressionlessly watching the two entangle.

Zhu Nanjiang opened his arms like a rogue, trying to force the man into the car like this: "Brother, let me give you a ride, this is not a police car, what are you afraid of?"

"It's not like I can't get a car in broad daylight."

"I just want to send you off!"

Wen Changling's lips moved before the words were finished, as if he was about to speak but was interrupted. The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, with a look of horror on his face.

People's sixth sense is sometimes very keen.Zhu Nanjiang realized what happened almost immediately, but before he could react, Wen Changling hugged him and turned around.A knife flashed before his eyes, and a half-hand-sized throwing knife pierced into his right shoulder.

At the same time, two big men in short coats rushed forward, Zhu Nanjiang was inevitable, so he had to bend down and throw Wen Changling away first, and there was a sharp pain under his left rib.He didn't care to check the injury, he jumped forward to avoid the second blow, and turned around to grab the short knife in front of him with his bare hands.

There was another pain in the right shoulder, and there was a sweet smell of blood in the air.Out of the corner of the eye was the darkness, the passing guests and door servants ran away screaming, and the blind man chased up and knocked down an assassin.The driver got out of the car and wanted to help, but was stabbed in the heart by a third person who jumped out of nowhere.

Zhu Nanjiang suddenly felt calmer than ever before.Everything around him dimmed, and there was only a knife and the blood on the blade left in his eyes. The blood accumulated thicker and thicker, and gradually stained the entire vision red.

He grabbed the short knife with all his strength, and he slashed the big man's face with two backhands.

The blind man was wrestling with an assassin on the ground. The man's knife fell somewhere in the scuffle, and he grabbed the blind man's neck with both hands and knocked on the ground.Zhu Nanjiang rushed to grab his hair and cut off half of his head with too much force.

The boy who attacked the driver rushed over, and couldn't help but panic when he saw his companion's miserable situation. In just half a second, Zhu Nanjiang caught him and chopped him down with a knife.

At this time, the security team from the bathhouse arrived. Seeing that the situation was not good, and hearing the alarm bell ringing in the distance, the remaining assassins had to leave their dead and wounded companions and quickly slipped away.

Zhu Nanjiang rushed back to the car to help Wen Changling up, the flying knife was still stuck in his shoulder, although it didn't hurt the vitals, but the blood flowed profusely.The wound was close to the joints, and he didn't know if he would injure the meridian if he drew the knife casually. Zhu Nanjiang didn't dare to move, and asked the bathhouse security to take him to the nearest hospital first.

At this moment, the blind man came up with a bruised nose and a swollen face: "Third Master, are you alright?"

Zhu Nanjiang raised his head and looked at him twice: "It's okay, where are you hurt?"

"No."

"You go to the patrol room first, I'm afraid Lao Dai will die."

Old Dai was the driver. He was stabbed in the center from behind with a knife and died on the spot.

Zhu Nanjiang went back to the corpse. The one with the severed head was obviously hopeless. Unexpectedly, the boy was hacked to death with a knife. The blood in his neck was sprayed two or three meters away. The scene was horrible.

Zhu Nanjiang has not used a knife for a long time since he became a police detective.He originally thought that he was not good at hand-to-hand combat, and he always had to hold a gun to be brave in everything, but he didn't expect that it would kill his life with a single hand, he really underestimated himself.

In the distance, the assassin whose face was slashed by him was still alive, and was arrested by the security guards of the bathhouse.

Blind the eyes first if the stabbing fails, this is the trick that Zhu Nanjiang has summed up since the first fight.Therefore, although the man had no wounds on his body, there were several blood grooves on the eyes and the bridge of the nose, and his flesh and blood were blurred beyond recognition.

Zhu Nanjiang walked over and kicked him in the face again: "Who sent you here?"

The man lay on his side on the ground and twitched, making a series of bubbling sounds from his throat.At this time, two police cars stopped on the side of the road, and the police officers who got off saw that it was Zhu Nanjiang, and couldn't help but looked at each other and surrounded them.

"Congratulations to the inspector..."

"It's okay, I met a few people who messed up."

"How to deal with this person?"

"Take it back, and I will interrogate it myself at night."

Zhu Nanjiang saw that the man was already unconscious, and he didn't bother to compete on the street.He took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket, and he rummaged around for the lighter, but he couldn't find it.

The lighter is usually carried by the blind man, but the blind man has sent the driver's body to the police station.

"Oh shit……"

Just as he was about to turn around to take advantage of the fire, the police officer on the side suddenly said in horror: "Inspector Zhu, you, are you all right?"

"I?"

Zhu Nanjiang stopped in doubt, and followed the other party's gaze to look at himself.A large piece of the side of the dark gray jacket was soaked, and when he opened it again, he saw that the white lining had been stained red with blood.

There were bursts of exclamations from the left and right, and the police officers rushed to surround them.Zhu Nanjiang shook his hand, and the cigarette fell to the ground. Only then did he feel the tingling pain from his ribs and back shoulder, biting his entire upper body bit by bit.

From the time he was assassinated to now, he was always in a state of high excitement. It was not until he saw the wound with his own eyes that the senses and pain that had disappeared returned.His hands and feet seemed to lose strength, and he fell under the support of Qiba's hands, and his eyes were white.

——I won’t just die like this, will I?

The author says:

I don't know what to say, so just sell it cute! (ˊo????o???`)