The Underworld Detective

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The two of us jumped up nervously, but the music didn't sound anymore, as if it came from the main entrance.

We ran over and saw that Zhang Jiulin and Li Mazi stood together. Li Mazi carried a big bag and held a craft puppet in his hand. He just blew it. It turned out that Li Mazi went to buy some materials. Jiu Ge was afraid he didn't know the way and went out to meet him.

Li Mazi smiled: "I'm sorry, have you scared you, I'll try if this stuff sounds."

Huang Xiaotao raised an eyebrow and cursed: "Li Mazi, you're looking for death. A large number of snipers were ambush on the tower. I almost shot you, don't you?"

Li Mazi was so scared that Huang Xiaotao bluffed him, and the special police had not yet come.

Zhang Jiulin bought a bunch of weird materials. He said that he would set up a battle in the compound. He would definitely let the killer run away this time. He also told us not to attack the killer until the critical moment.

After finishing talking and Li Mazi started to arrange, they put on an array that I couldn't understand, and put a lot of puppets around, and then Zhang Jiulin gave me a bag and ordered: "You put this on!"

I took it out and it turned out to be a purple official uniform of the Song Dynasty. I immediately refused: "What are you kidding, I'm not a costume lover."

Zhang Jiulin said positively: "Do you look at me like a joke? I mean asking you to pretend to be Songci, the priest, and seduce the spirits from the broken bowel. This is equivalent to taking a salary at the bottom of the pot, and the power of the femininity will be greatly reduced! "

I am a shame. Many police here are very familiar with me. I will definitely make fun of this in the future.

I asked, "Does it have to be this way?"

Zhang Jiulin replied: "This is the safest way. If you are unwilling to cooperate, you will have no hope of surrendering your broken bowels."

Huang Xiaotao asked, "Is Song Yang in danger?"

Zhang Jiulin said with certainty: "I dare not pack tickets for other people, but he definitely won't. The yang on him is extraordinary, and he inherits the blood of Song Ci. He brings a sense of righteousness! The ordinary evil touches all Don't dare touch him, more importantly, he is still a pure virgin. "

With a flush on my face and an urge to curse, Huang Xiaotao laughed with her mouth covered: "Song Yang, just cooperate with me. I also want to see how you look in costume."

I said, "Don't laugh at me!"

I found a place where no one wanted to put it on. The costume was tedious to wear and took a lot of effort. From head to toe, there were black hats, official robes, and soap boots. The official clothes of the Song Dynasty were relatively simple, and there was no supplementary service system, that is, the patterns of unicorns, pythons, and cranes in the clothes, but the official ranks were distinguished by color. Zuo Shi Lang, this detail is quite true, it is missing some small accessories such as fish bag.

When I walked out, Huang Xiaotao exclaimed, "So handsome!"

I said shamefully, "Don't make fun!"

Huang Xiaotao touched the long wings on my hat: "This little wing is really fun."

I said sternly: "Be bold!"

Huang Xiaotao giggled and said, "It's quite acting. Let's go on a costume show if we have the chance!"

Zhang Jiulin joked: "My wife is from a film company. If you want to run a dragon, I will give you a chance."

Huang Xiaotao asked me what the small wings on my hat do, is it a symbol of official rank? Anyway, Zhang Jiulin was still preparing, so I went with her to popularize it. It is said that after Zhao Kuangyin was emperor, his civil and military officials were brothers who used to fight together in the mountains and mountains, and they used to casually whisper in the chapel, especially impolite. Zhao Kuangyin was very angry but not good at attacking, so he added a pair of small wings to the official hat, who could see it clearly when he turned his head, so no one dared to whisper in the chapel.

Huang Xiaotao admired: "You know so much."

After a while, the special police team arrived, Huang Xiaotao deployed, and they went to the surrounding commanding heights to ambush. Zhang Jiulin snapped his fingers and told me to stand in the yard, facing the main entrance, the main entrance was open, waiting for the guests to be welcomed, and no one else should show his face.

I said uneasily, "So many people here, will he really come?"

Zhang Jiulin explained: "I put a sunshade around and he couldn't feel the breath of living people."

I asked, "What should I say?"

Zhang Jiulin laughed: "Freedom to play, to adapt!"

Wang Yuanchao turned off the lights and everyone was alone. I stood alone in the middle of the courtyard for half an hour, and my legs were almost numb. There was a sudden gust of wind around me, and I immediately became aware that the snipers on the tower opened their bolts and waited.

I stared nervously at the door. The atmosphere didn't dare to make a sound. Time passed by every minute. Suddenly the wind blew up and the sand blew away. When I took my hand away, I saw an ancient man in prison uniform standing in front of him. He was stained with blood, skinny, and expressionless.

The man gritted his teeth and shouted, "Song Ci, it really is you. I am the second one to find you so hard. I will make you **** and **** today!"

"Chou II?" I stumbled for a while, suddenly remembering his name mentioned in "The God of Broken Prison", this person is Song Ci's most fierce opponent encountered in his life, and Song Ci's life's enemy.

Could it be that the skull made into a puppet is his?

I sternly said, "Dare to hate the second, then I convicted you, but you still have a haunting spirit and continue to harm the world!"

Qiu Er laughed wildly: "Lao Tzu is already a ghost king. What can you do to me? It's the millennium's grievances. Today you die or I die."

After all, his skin suddenly ulcerated, and his whole body was rushing at me with blood. I stepped back in shock, Zhang Jiulin shouted, "Don't move!"

A dark green light flew. It was Zhang Jiulin's ghost-slayer sword. Qiu Er was forced to take a step back. Zhang Jiulin jumped in a volley and grabbed the knife. Qiu Er's nails suddenly became long and sharp. .

You two come to me, I watched this scene stupidly, this person is actually fighting with the ghost! Is there such a bizarre thing in the world?

I looked around. The sniper on the tower watched and no one dared to shoot.

The two didn't know how long they fought. Suddenly Qiu Er's figure shrank and became smaller. He 'turned' into a young man holding a broken soul in his hand and blew it up by his mouth. The puppets around the array hummed together.

A burst of sonic boom came from Broken Soul, shaking everyone to stand still, but this time the power was not so terrifying, it seemed that this array restrained it.

But Zhang Jiulin, who was standing in the line, was shaken and spit out blood. I was worried about his safety and shouted, "Shoot!"

Zhang Jiulin shouted bloodily: "Don't shoot!"

I cried, "No, shoot."

Zhang Jiulin came back: "No shooting!"

Looking around, the snipers were all stunned, and no one could fire. At this time, a crisp gunshot shook the night sky. Turning his head, Wang Yuanchao stood there, his sniper rifle was smoking.

The boy shook it a little, slowly fell to the ground, and the broken bowel also fell to the ground, and everything was calm ...