Duzi's face was tense, and his nerves were tense again! That gun, that gun was given to him by a man. He wanted to kill Qin Xiangyang with it, but now the gun is gone?! Where did it go?! Where did the gun go?
?!
Qin Xiangyang walked back to the hospital holding a bag of equipment dropped by Duzi.
It was still the corridor on the second floor. He was squatting on the ground, holding a fishing line with a bell in his hand, carefully going around the corners of the corridor's pillars and tying it tightly.
When tying, Qin Xiangyang deliberately lowered the fishing line very low, with a bell's distance from the ground.
The advantage of tying like this is that if someone comes running over, he can spot and dodge immediately. There is no... edge of the belt, no...
There are no pants pockets either?!
Duzi's face was tense, and his nerves were tense again! That gun, that gun was given to him by a man. He wanted to kill Qin Xiangyang with it, but now the gun is gone?! Where did it go?! Where did the gun go?
?!
Qin Xiangyang walked back to the hospital holding a bag of equipment dropped by Duzi.
It was still the corridor on the second floor. He was squatting on the ground, holding a fishing line with a bell in his hand, carefully going around the corners of the corridor's pillars and tying it tightly.
When tying, Qin Xiangyang deliberately lowered the fishing line very low, with a bell's distance from the ground.
The advantage of bundling like this is that if someone comes running over, he can spot and dodge immediately.