The strongest soldier

The two chatted in a low voice for a while, but couldn't figure it out. They simply didn't think about anything. They lay down quietly to rest, relax themselves, and let their minds relax. An hour later, Guishou came over inadvertently and sat on the sun lounger behind Luo Zheng. Lying down, he said softly: "I just went back to the room to check, and someone turned over our bow."

The salute was just a few changes of clothes, so there was nothing to worry about, but this move surprised Luo Zheng. After thinking about it, he whispered: "It seems that there are more than one group of people who are eyeing us. Have you noticed anything unusual?"

"No clues were left." Ghost Hand said softly.

After checking with ghost hands, it means there really is nothing. Luo Zheng stopped dwelling on this issue and looked at Lan Xue. Lan Xue said softly: "These are not the point. The point is what conspiracy Song Yan has. The Samsara Killer was originally related to Song Yan." We have cooperated with each other before, will we continue to join forces this time? What are the backgrounds of those suspicious characters, and are they related to Song Yan? It seems that we are facing a lot of problems. "

"Yes." A trace of worry flashed across Luo Zheng's calm face, but he soon returned to normal. The three of them chatted in low voices for a while, but they couldn't get the point. Luo Zheng whispered: "Ghost Hands, inform them two to pay attention to their disguises. It is best to change your appearance every two hours so that the opponent cannot determine your identity and location. The two of us will continue to be exposed to the public and attract the attention of the opponent."

"Okay, be careful." Guishou responded softly, got up and left.

Luo Zheng and Lan Xue lay there for a while and felt a little tired. They got up and went to the western restaurant and found a seat next to the wall door to sit down. It was not easy to be attacked by people against the wall. You could see the people coming in from the door. This is basic common sense depending on the person's situation. Both of them understood it and ordered two glasses of juice.

At this time, a male singer resident in the bar came over and said with a smile: "Sir, do you need to order a song for your wife?" He used international lingua franca.

"Thank you." Luo Zheng said noncommittally, looking at the other person up and down out of habit. He had long hair, wore sunglasses, was carrying a guitar, and was wearing white jeans. He looked like an artist. Luo Zheng said politely: "Then play your best song."

"Take Me Home, Country Road, "Take Me Home on Country Road" originally sung by John Denver, is for you two. I wish you happiness." The resident singer said modestly and politely, returned to the bandstand, and gently dialed in the guitar. , started playing and singing.

Luo Zheng had no artistic talent and was not familiar with this song, which described the beautiful western scenery and dashing cowboys. Seeing that Lan Xue had no objection, he said politely and listened quietly. Luo Zheng felt faintly that someone was shouting and longing. There is a sense of sadness and sorrow, and I can't help but be stunned. What does it mean to play and sing this to a couple? However, seeing Lan Xue's intoxicated look, she did not stop and continued to sound

Gradually, Luo Zheng felt a person's longing, longing to return, longing to give up and return to a peaceful life, longing for carefree days. He couldn't help but think of his own experience over the past year. In addition to fighting, he was fighting. Although I have no regrets, why don’t I long for peace in my heart?

Soon, Luo Zheng was also intoxicated and couldn't extricate himself. He was suddenly startled. The warrior's instinct made Luo Zheng wake up. Seeing that Lan Xue was still calm and intoxicated, he quietly closed his eyes slightly and pretended to be intoxicated. Looking at the other party, a case that the espionage instructor once said came to mind.

A killer picked up a character, and the target was zero. A powerful killer, no matter his experience or skill, was not comparable. The killer learned that the target would see a psychologist, so he forged a psychologist's certificate to go to the target's usual place. After working in a psychological clinic, he gained the trust of the target, hypnotized the killer through psychological counseling, and finally killed the target. The hypnosis was a song, the name of which he couldn't remember clearly. Luo Zheng felt that his current self was somewhat similar, and he secretly became wary. His hand inadvertently picked up a few toothpicks on the table.

A toothpick is similar to a needle. Luo Zheng has not practiced enough with the deadly needle, but killing people at close range is not impossible. After the song ended, the resident singer walked slowly over, with a faint smile on his face. He looked like he was still alive before. Very humble. At this moment, Luo Zheng felt that the other party was like a hidden poisonous snake. If the other party was really a killer, Luo Zheng admired the other party's ability. At least the song he sang just now was very good. Even the determined Lan Xue Also hypnotized.

Luo Zheng didn't know why Lan Xue was hypnotized, and he didn't bother to inquire. He was secretly on guard, with an intoxicated smile on his face, eyes slightly closed, and locked on the resident singer.

The resident singer came up, with a smug sneer in his humble eyes. He suddenly pulled out a willow leaf knife from the bottom of the guitar. It was as thin as a cicada wing, no longer than an average person's little finger, and no wider than an average person's thumb. He suddenly moved forward. With one step, he wiped away Luo Zheng's neck like lightning, creating a streak of cold light.

Luo Zheng had already taken precautions against the opponent and was about to fight back, but found that Lan Xue suddenly opened his eyes, with a thick cold light. The glass in his hand was shattered by Lan Xue and exploded. Lan Xue held the glass The bottom of the cup stabbed towards the resident singer as fast as lightning. There were many sharp protrusions on the bottom wall of the cup. Once it was stabbed in the vital part, it would be fatal. He freed his hand, grabbed Luo Zheng and pulled it aside.

At this time Luo Zheng realized that Lan Xue was not intoxicated by hypnosis, but was pretending to be intoxicated like himself to confuse the other party, waiting for the opportunity to strike, but did not want to strike faster than himself. His body was pulled aside by Lan Xue vigorously, and then A scream was heard.

"Ah——!" The resident singer held his face and retreated. His palms were full of blood. The bottom of the glass penetrated deeply into the resident singer's eye sockets. Blood flowed out. Perhaps he realized that he had been exposed, so the resident singer panicked. Ben escaped, knocked down a waiter, and fell on the sofa nearby.

The resident singer was stabbed in the eye socket and his vision was blocked. The resident singer was in agony. A waiter went up to ask. The resident singer waved his arms and beat him randomly. The thin-winged blade held in his palm scratched the waiter's arm. The waiter screamed and left quickly. The resident singer I took the opportunity to bump into each other and ran outside.

At the door, Gui Shou was sitting at a bar drinking a drink. He suddenly stretched out his foot and tripped the resident singer. He stood up pretending to be concerned and went to help the resident singer. He dexterously held the opponent's wrist and pushed towards the opponent with force. Touching the neck, the thin-winged blade held tightly in the opponent's palm immediately cut the throat.

The ghost hand can be called the ghost hand. The freedom of the small means is extraordinary. After killing the resident singer, the ghost hand took a few steps back and said to the people who gathered around him: "I'm afraid this person is dying. Call the doctor quickly." Giving Luo Zheng a hidden look, Luo Zheng smiled knowingly.