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Today is Song Yuzhi's first day down the mountain.

As the rumors say, Song Yuzhi has indeed been on Wudang Mountain for 20 years. Generally speaking, he is a lay disciple. He does not have to follow fasting and chant scriptures.

I think Song Junshan was purely because the family was too popular, and he didn't want his baby son to appear in the public eye often, so as not to cause bad influence. In addition, Song Yuzhi was weak since he was a child, so the father tried to help him strengthen his body. Considering these two aspects, he was sent to Wudang Mountain to learn martial arts from a teacher.

In the ten years before that, Song Yuzhi’s life in Wudang was like a fish in water, and he was very nourished. Until the year of the college entrance examination, he reported his first choice incorrectly, and the whole family was dumbfounded when he received the admission letter from the OUHK.

Although Song Yu only has such a background, it doesn't matter whether his education is high or low, good or bad, but Song Junshan never thought of letting his son go to the days when his head was pinned to his belt, so he did it early in the morning. With the plan of returning to inherit the family property after he graduated, even the big and small affairs in the group were handed over to Song Yuzhi.

As soon as the gossip spread, all the friends who had been with Song Yuzhi in the past came to the door. When it comes to this little fresh meat who has been a monk for several years and has returned to vulgarity, how many people can not be tempted?

Even Tang Run, who was so good that he grew up wearing the same pair of trousers, wanted to put his own sister in his arms and have a "political marriage" to make him happy. He would be dragged to a place like Oscar to fool around forcibly.

Under the ravages of the deafening DJ dance music, Song Yuzhi, who was taking a nap, was woken up for the seventh time. Finally, he yawned unbearably, and turned his sunglasses away from his head. Sitting on the leather sofa, plugging his ears with two fingers, he rolled his eyes and muttered:

"What kind of shit is this, cough! Blessed Boundless Heavenly Venerable..."

Hearing the strong rhythmic music, his temples throbbed and hurt, and he couldn't stop his tinnitus. The dazzling strobe lights made his eyes dim, and Song Yuzhi, who was used to going to bed early and getting up early, had to start worrying about himself. My cardiovascular and cerebrovascular health is healthy, so I quickly took a sip of iced cola to calm my shock.

His keen intuition made him feel a little strange. He noticed that Jiang Xun at the bar was staring at him intently. He didn't disturb the other party, but took advantage of his unpreparedness, suddenly met the man's gaze, and shook the cup in his hand. , expressing this toast to him.

Surprisingly, the person who was caught in the face was not only not ashamed, but also calmly returned the gift. If it was another occasion, Song Yuzhi might take the initiative to strike up a conversation with the other party and start a new story. The place where fish and dragons are mixed is very contradictory, and I don't expect this fate to pass by. I quickly returned to reality and began to think about ways to get out.

During the period, many beauties wearing European and American makeup and showing long legs came to strike up a conversation. Tang Run thought that he had finally returned to the vulgar. As a good brother, he must help him open up, lift up his Taoist robe, and pat him. Abdominal muscles, just like the insurance manager who tried his best to sell in the subway.

"Miss sister, come and see my brother. He has been a vegetarian for more than 20 years. He has no desires. He has never tasted meat. He is absolutely pure, quality and quantity are guaranteed, and he is innocent. As long as it is not opened, we support seven-day return without reason. not interested?"

Tang Run often went to such occasions, and could chat with people in a few words. Song Yuzhi tore off the salty pig's hand that had been touching him for a long time, pinched Tang Run's fleshy jaws, and blocked his mouth with a piece of honeydew melon. I still don't forget to chatter: "People can always be quiet, and the world will return."

"Brother Yu, you are not authentic, brother can't do anything to help you like this, so don't you be incapable?"

"Where can't it work, come and try?"

Song Yuzhi, who is famous for his leg skills, kicked Tang Run symbolically. Even if he didn't use any force, it was considered violent for a pampered young master like the latter, and he groaned and howled for a long time.

Song Yuzhi had no choice but to rub the sore and itchy tip of his nose, "Okay, it's almost done, what do I want?"

"Come on brother, you want sex again? Why haven't you healed your old problem? Aren't Taoist priests good at metaphysics, so they can't cure themselves?"

Tang Run has been hanging out in this kind of occasion for a long time, and he has already practiced the ability to see all directions and listen to all directions. The fat salty pig's hand was taken off Song Yuzhi's body, and soon he put it on the legs of the newly teased beauty. He dug out a plastic sealed bag the size of a palm, and while scanning the QR code to exchange WeChat, the brotherhood did not hinder him in the gentle township.

"Isn't it waiting to wear out ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties to ascend to immortality?"

Taking a straw casually, Song Yu only waved his hand and went out, but Jiang Xun who was at the bar had a panoramic view of this scene.

"Good guy, the master didn't find it, so I caught a drug addict first." Jiang Xun whispered under the cover of the deafening electronic sound, took out a few hundred-yuan bills from his wallet and pressed them on the bottom of the cup, followed calmly He left behind Song Yuzhi.

The female bartender, who had been paying attention to Jiang Xun's actions, tapped the walkie-talkie three times, then looked at the plainclothes security guard wandering in the night venue, and nodded to him.

At the same time, Qin Shu, who was waiting for a reply, became tense after hearing Jiang Xun's return.

"Hello? Vice President Jiang, Vice President Jiang? What's the situation? If you're in danger, withdraw. Don't hold on."

"Shhh—whenever you, Deputy Jiang, have ever been unreliable in your work, you just put your heart at ease..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Xun's voice was drowned out by the music, and soon the noise stopped abruptly. Qin Shu yelled several times, but there was no response from the disconnected communication.

At that moment, Qin Shu realized that something was wrong, holding the phone in his hand, hesitating between reporting the situation to the bureau and waiting for Jiang Xun's response, it took half a minute to make up his mind, his sweaty hands slightly Trembling broadcast a number.

"Hey, Brother Pei, I need your help with something..."

Crowded by the crowd on the dance floor, Jiang Xun accidentally threw out the earphones. He reacted very quickly and stepped on something when it was about to hit the ground, cleverly avoiding the double crisis of the stampede and identity exposure.

Just when he was about to catch up with Song Yuzhi's back, he suddenly felt a sharp coldness go straight into his stomach, he subconsciously pressed the stinging spot, and then a hot current gushed out from between his fingers.

Feeling tired and dizzy...

Looking back, Jiang Xun only felt that the scenery was distorted and deformed, the rhythm of the dance music was still strong in his ears, and the sense of space became extremely strange. The crowd around him was frolicking, and no one seemed to notice his strangeness. Discomfort, everything is the same as usual...

Jiang Xun knew that this was just a warning, someone was telling him not to go deeper into the unknown, otherwise there would only be a dead end.

"Fuck...let me wait."

Gritting his teeth, Jiang Xun ruthlessly pulled out the murder weapon that was still stuck in his abdomen. It turned out to be a small knife without a sharpened edge. It is still painful, the only advantage is that you can control the depth and length of the wound, and you can control the severity of the attack very well, so as not to cause death.

is a connoisseur.

After all, Jiang Xun knew he couldn't stay for long, so he squeezed his head out of the chaotic crowd and went straight to the outside of the night venue.

Under the dim light, the blood on his hands was particularly conspicuous. He was only thankful that he was wearing a black shirt today so that no one would see his blood all over.

Jiang Xun took a deep breath, pressed the wound with one hand, calmed down the pain a little, and followed the road signs to the bathroom, intending to wash away the bloody hands.

Fate is always wonderful, Song Yuzhi, who was the first to seize the high ground, washed his face that was slightly red from the smell of alcohol, and stared at the person in the mirror for a moment.

Both of them felt embarrassed, and chose to be silent by coincidence. Song Yuzhi kindly pretended not to see the embarrassed man, took out a tissue and wiped his hands, without thinking too much, took out the sealed bag Tang Run gave him, and put the white medicine powder in it. Pour it in the palm of your hand, scrape out two pieces familiarly, put the straw against your nostril, and inhale vigorously.

It's a pity that he hasn't had time to enjoy the comfortable feeling of pain and happiness. The surrounding air seems to have cooled down. He slightly opened his wet eyes, and the physiological tears produced by the stimulation are still in the eye sockets. He can't see the details clearly for a while. When he squinted to take a closer look at the situation, a sudden force pressed him against the marble tiled wall.

Being attacked without warning, even this Daoist would have a backache for a while.

He felt that the back of his neck was pinched, and the other party pressed him against the wall with his body skillfully, and twisted his wrists behind his back, making him unable to move.

Song Yuzhi lost the desire to resist like wilting: "It's not enough, even grab this, brother, you are sicker than me."

"Stop talking nonsense, hand over the things!"

Song Yu couldn't see the opponent's face, but felt that the grasping posture was too standard. Looking back on his actions just now, he probably understood the reason why he was being targeted. He honestly handed over the sealed bag, and obediently clasped the back of his head with his only moving right hand. .

"I think there may be some misunderstanding."

"Both stolen goods." Jiang Xun was afraid that the sound insulation in the bathroom would not be good enough for people outside to hear the movement, so he whispered this sentence in Song Yuzhi's ear.

He didn't know whether it was fear or drug addiction, but he could clearly feel the other person's body tense up for a moment. Just as he was reaching for the handcuffs in his trouser pocket and intending to subdue him on the spot, he heard footsteps outside the door.

Anyone who saw this scene felt that it was the plot that would only appear in thrilling police and criminal movies at eight o'clock. Jiang Xun was a little at a loss. suit, backhanded him into the compartment.

Jiang Xun had a new injury, and he was unable to resist. Just as he thought that the other party would take this opportunity to escape, and sighed inwardly that the "addict" was strong, at the same time, he saw that the other party followed in very consciously.

Two men with a height of over 185 stared at each other in a narrow and cramped space. They were close at hand, and their skin touched. A little bit of his upper lip signaled Jiang Xun to keep silent.

The latter had strong self-esteem and couldn't bear such humiliation. Seeing that he was struggling, Song Yu only inserted one foot between Jiang Xun's legs, raised his knees high against the wall of the cubicle, wrapped his arms around the man's waist and threw him He picked him up and forced him to sit on his raised legs, with both feet off the ground, which was an extremely insecure position for Jiang Xun.

Song Yu only covered Jiang Xun's mouth with one hand, and replaced the bloody hand with the other hand, pressing on the wound under his abdomen, skillfully stopped the bleeding and pain, and the technique was astoundingly professional.

"If someone sees you like this, you can't take advantage of it and eat you skin and bone." He whispered.

Jiang Xun really wanted to refute, but Song Yuzhi was telling the truth. His current state was really unable to deal with any possible changes.

He looked away in embarrassment, listening to the movement outside.

The door of the bathroom was pushed open with a "squeak -" and there was only one person listening to the footsteps.

Judging from the sound, the visitor walked to the sink and sensed the water. Under the cover of the sound of the water flow, he could hear him humming a low-pitched and joyful song, followed by two crisp sounds of metal buckles, and then let out a long breath.

He was smoking a cigarette by the sink, and the metal lighter tapped rhythmically on the marble brick surface, proving his presence in the dead environment with occasional light sounds, as if deliberately making the same place The people in the room noticed themselves.

Jiang Xun felt that the air in the compartment was about to stagnate, and if he moved a little, he would be pushed back to the original place by Song Yuzhi.

After stopping the violent movements, the torn wound in the chaos began to hurt, and the pain clearly hit the brain directly through the nerves, tearing his senses, Jiang Xun's face turned pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his breathing became short of breath.

He pulled Song Yuzhi's hand down and gestured silent threats, but the man covered his mouth again without worrying about his feelings.

"Shh..."

After speaking, there was another sound outside.

The sound of water stopped abruptly, and someone entered the door again.

"The idea is hard to handle." The young man who followed seemed to vent his anger, stomping his feet with every step, and slammed the door irritably, "Brother Cheng, I haven't got the things yet, so I can't let him go like this, do it tonight?"

"Be safe and don't be impatient." The man exhaled the last puff of smoke, dropped the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it, crushed the sparks, and then walked slowly towards the cubicle.

The young man walked back and forth at a distance of two or three steps from the moment he entered the door, and his heavy sighs were particularly harsh in the quiet bathroom.

The man called "Brother Cheng" remained silent, but he kept walking. He walked to the first compartment and knocked on the door.

His unexpected reaction surprised the man, and he immediately cursed: "Fuck, someone?!" Then he saw the blood on the ground by the sink, and realized that the situation was not good, he involuntarily stretched his hand to his waist.

"Brother Cheng" didn't reply to his words, so naturally he couldn't hear the echo from the empty cubicle, so he gently opened the door... Sure enough, there was only a spotless toilet inside the door, not even a fly could be seen .

"Brother Cheng" didn't let down his vigilance because of this, and walked to the door of the next compartment in a few steps. With the same posture and the same rhythm, he opened three doors in a row without seeing even a single ghost.

At this time, Jiang Xun's heart was already in his throat, and when he was dragged in by this "addict" in a panic, his mind went blank, and he didn't have time to look carefully at which room he hid in, but he heard the voice was close at hand, As long as this man breaks in, he will find their tricks.

Jiang Xun is a person who can't hide things in his heart. Even five or six-year-old children can deduce from his uncontrollable evil spirit that he is in two extreme occupations in the two worlds of black and white, so fishing and law enforcement actions in the team are rarely let down. He participated, and if the men outside broke in, he actually didn't have the confidence to figure out the cause and effect of his appearance in this ghost place.

— with an unidentified male "addict".

Song Yuzhi didn't startle the snake, but whispered something, Jiang Xun still stared at him, his eyes were sharp as if he was going to dig a hole out of him, Song Yuzhi had nothing to do, and whispered in his ear: "...I said, You are so good-looking, and such a beautiful person clinging to me will make me excited."

Jiang Xun turned around and kicked Song Yuzhi's leg, which inevitably made some noises, and both of them were covered in cold sweat.

The latter made a decisive decision, stretched out his hand to Jiang Xun, and made preparations that he would not be embarrassed even if someone broke into the door. This trick is called using magic to defeat magic. The embarrassment is someone else.

However, Song Yuzhi's hand fell on the man's waist, and he was surprised to find that the hand felt inexplicably familiar, and he became suspicious.

"..." He pressed against Jiang Xun's earlobe, and said in a breathy voice, "You are here to catch me, aren't you?"

For the first time in his life, Jiang Fu's detachment blushed with embarrassment on the spot, but also to cover up his embarrassment, he punched it directly. The small space could not accommodate two men to perform, and endured Jiang Xun and Song Yuzhi's half body weight. The board had reached its limit, and the screw connection wailed overwhelmed, and the two were frightened into a cold sweat again.

Fortunately, "Brother Cheng" didn't seem to have any further intentions. After pausing outside for a moment, he opened the door and entered the next compartment, which was only a board away from Jiang Xun.

He could even clearly hear the man pull down his trousers, pull out birds and release water, a series of movements like flowing water, and even hear the man he had never met before urinate all the way.

"Brother Cheng" seemed to be a little bit unsatisfied, shook his body, pulled up his pants and went out, and left the bathroom with the young man who didn't know why.

The latter was puzzled, and continued to ask after walking a long way: "Brother Cheng, why do you want to talk in a different place? Isn't there..."

"Who told you there was no one."

"Brother Cheng" raised his left hand, and glanced deeply at the palm, as if the body temperature that came through the partition just now was still on the fingertips.

"The people who can come to this kind of place for entertainment are either rich or expensive. Do you think anyone can offend anyone? They can make headlines if they fart, and if they make trouble, they can swallow you even your bones and dregs. Move out Your stupid way of silencing everyone is not going to work."

"Then...then why do you have to knock on the door to inform the people inside? Isn't it safer to drag me to move?"

"Brother Cheng" smiled slightly, and didn't say clearly that in that case, the partition can conduct body temperature in a large area, so someone's whole body must be pasted on it. If there is no special hobby, then it is doing something shady.

He stretched out his hand in front of the little brother, allowing him to see clearly the white powder remaining between his nails.

"Even if you are in a place where the sun doesn't shine, you have to remind the two hundred and five people inside to behave with their tails between their legs. Maybe one day they will sneak into the tiaozi and end them all. At the end of the year, the tiaozi also have to rush to KPI and go home for a while." Good year."

Seeing the figure of a security guard appearing in the field of vision, the two of them kept their mouths shut and walked out of Oscar. Their backs were quickly submerged in the night, and the city was full of feasting lights and noiseless noise.

At this moment, a well-dressed man is standing on the top of the highest landmark of Yanxi, overlooking the beauty of the whole city shrouded in night.

The girl with exquisite facial features beside him sat on a high place with her feet hanging in the air, watching the flickering lights under her feet, humming an unknown song.

She looked back at the man, who smiled at her gently, but the words he asked were so cold that there was no warmth at all.

"Have you thought about it, it's too late to regret it now."

The girl closed her eyes and shook her head, looking at the bustling and bustling city that had nothing to do with her, a trace of ferocious anger suddenly flashed across her face.

"No regrets, I will let each of them go to hell with me, every, every, every one!"

With approval, the man stroked the girl's long hair, smelled the fresh fragrance of the camellia, and said goodbye to the girl with a word without beginning or end.

"Short hair is more suitable for you."

Jiang Xun, who had been locked in the cubicle for a long time, lost too much blood and was finally overwhelmed. Under Song Yuzhi's shackles, his head tilted and he passed out.

The latter was also worried that he was uncomfortable because he had struck too hard. It can be seen that the man was pale, weak, and obviously showed signs of rapid heart rate. Song Yuzhi knew that the problem of anemia could not be caused by touching porcelain.

He gently lifted Jiang Xun's chin, and brought it close to his lips to sniff. Sure enough—in a bar of Oscar's level, if there is no special request from the guests, the cocktail will usually restore the original strength of the cocktail, and the alcohol content of the Long Island Iced Tea Up to 40%, half a glass, and it's impossible not to taste alcohol at all, unless he's just drinking a regular glass of iced tea.

From this point of view, the policeman who inexplicably appeared in the drunken place was most likely on a mission.

In order to confirm this guess, Song Yuzhi also checked Jiang Xun's ears on both sides, but found no earphones or any communication equipment, which made him suspicious again, smoothing out the brows that were still frowning in pain in the sleepy man.

He lifted up the hem of Jiang Zheng's shirt, pulled down the man's trouser chain, and after confirming the injury, he stroked the police badge on the other's belt buckle with his fingertips, freed one hand, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

After a lengthy busy tone, the phone was finally connected. Before the other party could complain, Song Yuzhi directly explained the purpose of his visit.

"Hey, how long is the sentence for assaulting the police?"

The author has something to say:

The temperature measuring gun is also a gun, Jiang Fu said it was reasonable.

Tips in the front row: I may change the name of the article back to "Handing the Gun" in the near future, pay attention to it and don't get lost~ This article is both clean and both attacking and receiving are Mingsao, and will open a sub-cp branch line, but I won't describe too much in this article. The overall style is relaxed, with a little sand sculpture, please rest assured to eat HE.

The title of the article may be adjusted later, mainly because I have a bold idea, and I don’t know if Ah Jin will give it to the chicken _(:з」∠)_.

In the early stage of the code word, you can be careful first, and then look at the fattening, the social animal will try to keep it updated!The old rules, the random red envelopes drop in the comment area, the experience is very good, welcome to leave comments.

By the way, a new pre-received article: "Don't Touch Lao Tzu's Reward", also known as "Anti-Bone",

Copywriting: Xiao Shi once jokingly said: Jiang Juan is born rebellious, he can be killed but not kept.

Since Jiang Zhu's death, Xiao Shi hated Jiang Juan for ten years. People who have been injured usually know where the knife hurts the most. He hated him for ten years and tortured him for ten years. The stabbing turned the whole body of the man into cheap bones, and the shattered bones left the two of them covered in bruises and blood.

In this ten-year bloodless contest, when ignorant and unaware, both desire and emotion were out of control. Before the fortress collapsed and fell into the abyss, the last message Jiang Juan sent to Xiao Shi who was on the blacklist was: "I Brother owes you a love debt, I have finished paying it off."

Sanctimonious, controlling, scumbag male doctor Gong x mean and poisonous tongue, forbearance of free and easy special police

Xiao Shi x Jiang Juan

[The main subject is the predecessor of the main subject in this article. Facts have proved that two zeros will not be happy together (?]

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