Chapter 164 Deputy Director Zhuo! You are lying to me

Mozhi let out a long sigh, held his head in his hands obediently, and stepped forward.

Zhuo Yeran followed behind, holding the gun to the back of Mu Zhi's head and holding the fuse in his hand. Before leaving the basement, he did not forget to keep a close eye on the four people in the corner.

The stairs in the darkroom were steep and the light was dim. Mu Zhi, who was walking in front, had to stretch out his feet every time he took a step to prevent falling. The two of them moved forward at an extremely slow speed and at the same time were extremely cautious.

Mo Zhi suddenly stopped and said softly: "That...Deputy Director Zhuo."

"What nonsense!" Zhuo Yeran, who was following behind, poked Mo Zhi's back with his gun and yelled:

"Let's go!"

"I know...I know..." Mo Zhi did not turn around, stretched out his hands clasped together, indicating that he had no unusual behavior, and said:

"It's too dark here. It's easy to fall if you walk too fast... If I don't step firmly and stagger, will you mistakenly think that I am trying to resist, and then shoot me immediately..."

"Even if you don't fire it by mistake, the pistol may misfire... So, could you please stop pointing the gun at me? I feel guilty... Don't worry, I don't have any crooked ideas."

"Haha...are you still worried about this? Are you a chatterbox?" Zhuo Yeran once again put his gun on Mu Zhi's back:

"Don't play tricks. I know all your little tricks."

"I don't have any tricks up my sleeve..." Mo Zhi made a fuss in his mouth and continued walking.

"Your gun is not loaded at all!" Zhuo Yeran sneered, as if he had seen through everything, and said in a deep voice:

"You put the pistol on the table and deactivated it. You moved so quickly that I didn't even see it... In the basement, I had to hold the fuse with one hand, so I couldn't load the gun with both hands..."

"Do you think you can deceive me like this? Let me gradually transfer my reliance from the explosives to the pistol, so that you can create opportunities in the future to restrain me when I let go of the explosives and rely on the pistol?"

"Uh...you discovered it." Anyway, with his back to Zhuo Yeran, he smiled indifferently.

"When I was playing with guns, you were not born yet!" Zhuo Yeran slowly followed the unpredictable footsteps:

"Let me tell you, my marksmanship is no worse than Li Jian's! As soon as I got the gun, I already found that it was not loaded, but that doesn't matter. As long as I hold the explosive in my hand, there is nothing you can do."

"You deliberately stopped talking just now to divert my attention and make me ignore the problems with the pistol and think that I can shoot by pulling the trigger... Also, you are testing me to see if I have discovered this... It's unpredictable, close.

Get your little thoughts! I admit that you are very smart, but Zhuo is not stupid."

Mo Zhi sighed and replied: "Deputy Director Zhuo, you are really not simple."

The lights on the second floor were already in front of him. As he lowered his head, passed through the entrance, and stepped up the stairs into the study, he suddenly heard a crisp "click" sound coming from behind.

Taking advantage of this gap, Zhuo Yeran unexpectedly loaded the pistol. When Mu unpredictable reacted, the pistol was already pressed against the back of his head again...

This old fox... He cursed secretly and raised his hands to surrender again.

"Let's go downstairs. My car is parked at the door." Zhuo Yeran's vigilant eyes flashed with color.

When crossing the stairs, the little maid was still in a coma, but she was carried to the sofa by the "warm man" Luo Qing. She slept very soundly, with a blush on her face. She didn't know if she had a private meeting with the guy next door in her dream.

Brother Xiao Wang.

She would never know that one night back then, she was so close to death...

After being controlled out of the room, Zhuo Yeran's Pegasus car was parked at the door. Unpredictably, he was forced to open the passenger door with a pistol, and then stepped into the driver's seat... Only then did Zhuo Yeran get into the passenger seat.

drive:

"Drive, let's leave Hot Springs City."

The car key has already been inserted...

It's really watertight. Unexpectedly, he stepped on the switch and started the vehicle.

As soon as the car lights came on, it gradually accelerated in the night and disappeared on Zhonghuaishu Avenue.

…

Four people in the darkroom.

Luo Qing's smoky body quickly passed through the passage, turned around on the second floor, and replied:

"They left...what do we do."

"Let the puppets monitor the car, and we have the conditions to track it." Rebecca said thoughtfully: "But this has a lot of risks, and there is no guarantee that it will not be discovered by the other party."

Vera nodded: "If we follow, we can only stay far away, on the premise that we will not be discovered by the other party..." After saying that, she sighed again:

"Although we followed him, we couldn't provide any real help to Mu Zhi."

Several people came out of the darkroom and got into the black car of the Supervision Office.

Luo Qing frowned, looked at Vera, then at Li Jian and Rebecca, and asked in confusion: "Why do you do this? I can't figure it out..."

Hearing Luo Qing's inquiry, Vera's eyes showed a trace of sadness. Rebecca was also silent. Seeing that no one was speaking, Li Jian opened her mouth and said to Luo Qing:

"It's unpredictable... He definitely doesn't really want to let Zhuo Yeran go. He should have his own plan."

"No matter what, as long as we leave the city, the bomb will not endanger civilians..." Li Jian's eyes narrowed: "In this way, Mu Zhi will have the opportunity to give it a try and capture Zhuo Yeran!"

"That's right..." Luo Qing suddenly realized, and then frowned: "But can you be sure about Mo Zhi? He is being handcuffed, and he doesn't have a pistol, and his contract ability has no offensive power..."

The three people in the car fell silent in a tacit understanding, and no one answered Luo Qing's question.

…

Xinglong Villa, the casino on the third floor, Ai Liang's favorite teahouse.

But at this time, the power was cut off, all the guests were cleared, and the entire casino was extremely empty.

Several candles were lit in the tea room, and the weak firelight occasionally made a popping sound, and the flames jumped... After the candles made of tung oil burned, they were filled with an inexplicable fragrance.

Ai Liang sat on the wicker chair with a gloomy face and said nothing. Two people in black trench coats stood next to him, not daring to make a sound...

Not long after, Das walked in with a dagger in his waist and walked quickly to Ai Liang:

"Boss, the fire situation has been clearly investigated...someone deliberately set a fire on the roof of the building and ignited the wood on the roof."

Seeing Airian's silence, Das swallowed and continued:

"Fortunately, it was put out in time, and the loss was not big. The building was not damaged, but the outer wall of the sixth floor needs to be renovated. It is estimated that the VIP floor will be temporarily suspended for a period of time... Also, the fire burned out many cables, and it will take two days to restore the power supply.

Three days.”

"The singers and dancers... have been temporarily arranged to go to the wing."

Ai Liang raised his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice without understanding Das' topic in depth:

"Who did it?"

Das' body trembled and he quickly organized his words:

"Since it was deliberately set on fire, it must be our enemy. Judging from the situation, it is not necessarily the contractor who did it... My idea is that ordinary people can set this fire... No, we can't identify the murderer."

"Who did it?!" Ai Liang asked sharply again.

It seems that under the influence of the strong aura, the candle flames seem to become a little brighter.

"Since we are our enemies, we...we have not offended anyone. If we have...we have said that..." Das's body tensed up and he thought quickly, and suddenly a light came on in his brain:

"If we have offended anyone, it is that we killed Tiwedi...could it be someone from the southern tribe?"

"Yes, it should be the people from the southern tribe. They found out that Tiwedi was dead. This is revenge!"

Ai Liang looked at Das as if he were an idiot, with a mixture of anger and amusement on his face: "Let me ask you, how did the people in the southern tribe know, how did they know that I was the one who did it?"

"This..." Das was speechless...sweat immediately flowed from his temples. Fortunately, the light was not bright and no one noticed.

"Are you trying to say it's the Public Security Department again?" Ai Liang suddenly asked.

Um... His thoughts were guessed, and Das was stunned for a moment.

Just when he was thinking about how to deal with the predicament at hand, a strong fluctuation in the source of symbols came. Das was suddenly startled and turned to look at Ai Liang.

On the side of Ai Liang was a wooden table in a tea room. However, at this moment, the symbols on the wooden table were rolling. The originally flat tabletop started to become uneven as the symbols moved.

Soon, a bulge formed on the table, as if something was growing, as if it was absorbing nutrients from the wooden table, growing bigger and bigger...

The bulge began to twist, like a tree growing rapidly, and soon formed a wooden object as big as the palm of your hand. The material was the same as a wooden table. After a few seconds, textures and ravines appeared on the bulge.

It gradually became concave and convex until it finally turned into a wooden figure with only the upper body.

This is a wooden figure produced from a wooden table. It is lifelike. Das only took a glance and could tell that the figure of the wooden figure was that of a woman. She had long hair, a slim body, and a bumpy figure. But her whole face

There is only one mouth on it, which looks quite scary.

The two men in black trench coats were also contractors. They noticed the abnormality at the same time, but still remained standing without saying a word.

The wooden doll glanced around with its eyeless face, paying no attention to the trembling Das, then turned its head to Airian and said in a less respectful tone:

"Zhuo Yeran is missing."

The sound is full of woody noise…

Ai Liang's eyebrows have condensed into a ball: "You failed to kill him?"

"Watch the tone of your words." The wooden doll said dissatisfiedly: "I am not your subordinate!"

"According to the rules of voodoo, even if the person disappears and the assassination fails, the money still has to be paid! Don't forget to pay..."

Ai Liang's rare sarcasm: "Your voodoo business is really a huge profit..."
To be continued...