star hunter

It was dark early in winter, and the "poodle" in the driver's seat looked down at the watch on his wrist, and found that it was only five o'clock in the evening, and the horizon in the distance had already fallen into chaos.

The snow had not yet fallen, and the cold air formed a layer of mist on the car window. She turned her head and vaguely saw Su Xian's figure turning from behind a dead tree.

She curled her lips and straightened her sitting posture, pretending she hadn't seen it until the window was knocked three times before she reluctantly leaned over and opened the locked car door. The breath of snow penetrated into the co-pilot.

"You're not timid," he took out the cigarette case from his pocket, shook it twice, lowered his head to hold the cigarette holder, and threatened vaguely, "Do you believe me or not, I'll give you small shoes to wear?"

"Poodle" rolled his eyes, and didn't take his words seriously, but stretched out a hand confidently: "I want it too."

Su Xian was holding the lighter, and a small flame danced between his fingers. After he lit the cigarette, he threw it along with the half pack of cigarettes. The woman in the driver's seat accepted it with a smile.

It was getting dark, the air was getting colder, and the smoke stars trembled faintly in the dimness.

"Poodle" took the lead in smoking a cigarette, and she threw the remaining cigarette butts out of the window, and carefully put away the half-pack of cigarettes that she had gained by accident. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she walked past the person next to her, and asked with a playful smile: "Have you asked?"

Su Xian's whole body was wrapped in a thin layer of smoke, and he looked very unreal. He extinguished the smoke star, and said in a calm voice, "I asked the person in charge of this venue, and he said that he had seen him. He was looking for a job there, but he was kicked out after a short time because he did not do well, and the person in charge didn't know where he went after that."

"According to Huo Jing's information, someone saw that he left in the morning. Several hours have passed by now, and the smell left behind has almost dissipated." "Poodle" spread his hands helplessly, "Clue Broke again."

Su Xian was silent for a moment, then softly ordered: "Drive."

"Poodle" put his hands on the steering wheel, puffed up his cheeks and asked feebly, "Where are you going?"

"Northwest." Su Xian pointed out the direction for her, "I heard that there is a rough jadeite trading market over there, and there is a lot of traffic. That guy has nowhere to go, and he likes to join in the fun, so there is a high chance of going there. gone."

"Poodle" skillfully lifted the accelerator, started the car, and at the same time did not forget to joke: "Wow, I know you so well, what's the relationship between you two?"

Su Xian folded his arms and leaned on the back of the chair, his tone was cold: "Debt relationship."

"Love debt?" She chuckled, and was reprimanded mercilessly: "Get lost!"

"Poodle" wanted to say a few more words, but a gust of cold wind came in from the open car window, and she sneezed abruptly. Su Xian glanced at her and subconsciously wanted to close the window, but was stopped.

"The smell of blood." "Poodle" moved his nose slightly, and sniffed vigorously twice, "It's as strong as if the blood bank was overturned."

Su Xian's eyelids moved slightly, and she heard his calm voice: "According to the direction of the wind, it's blowing from the northwest... speed up."

The "poodle" did as he said, stepped on the accelerator suddenly, the body shook, and jumped towards the northwest.

The driver's unkempt curly hair was blown even more disheveled, and her words were scattered by the cold wind: "Don't you ask, do you smell like that?"

He lazily replied: "There's so much nonsense, it's better to save some effort to step on the gas pedal."

"Tsk." She uttered a syllable with unknown meaning, but quickly added a file, Su Xianquan pretended not to hear, his eyes were like cold stars, staring motionlessly at the darkening night ahead.

Following the strong smell of blood, the "poodle" passed the trading market. Seeing that Su Xian didn't intend to stop, he couldn't help but remind him: "Actually, I didn't smell Brother Zhong in the smell of blood." , maybe it has nothing to do with him.”

Su Xian didn't see any waves on his face: "Someone died, and more than one. Now that we know about it, we have to go and have a look."

She shrugged: "Listen to you."

They drove to their destination very quickly, and the scene of the crime was on the Panshan Highway, but there are few people here, and no one has discovered it so far.

The "poodle" stopped the car, and Su Xian got out of the car immediately. He turned on the flashlight, took a photo at the black figure entrenched in the middle of the road, and immediately frowned.

"Poodle" came to him and also saw the murder—no, it was the scene of the murder. She turned pale: "This... how many people died in total? One, two, three..."

"There are four in the car." Su Xian walked slowly towards the dead while tensing his nerves, keeping his surroundings on high alert to prevent any accidents.

"Poodle" has always been afraid of blood and dead people, not to mention such a heinous death scene, she could barely move, but she didn't dare to stay alone, so she held her breath and hurriedly followed Su leisurely pace.

She tried her best not to look at the corpses with different heads, and pulled Su Xian's clothes tremblingly: "Their heads...why were they all chopped off?"

Su Xian stretched out his hand and pulled the car door, a round head rolled down from the passenger seat, and the staring eyes reflected the light of nothingness and emptiness. The scene was so terrifying that the little woman let out a trembling scream Call.

Su Xian stood outside the abandoned car door, turning the flashlight in his hand continuously until he scanned every dead person, the bloody smell made him frown slightly: "I don't know...do you see the uniforms on them clearly? "

When he asked such a question, the shivering "poodle" had no choice but to muster up his courage. His eyes followed the beam of light and he found that there were four corpses in the car. They all lost their heads and were bloody. The blood sprayed from the broken neck almost repainted the entire interior of the carriage.

Her stomach began to twitch reflexively.

"They were wearing..." She still didn't forget the boss's question. After she recognized the gray-black uniform on the body, she suddenly opened her eyes wide, "It's the uniform of the picket team!"

Su Xian copied the flashlight and walked towards the rear of the car, and the "poodle" followed suit. He heard his serious tone that seemed to be joking: "Jiang Qiyan's person? I don't know if he is here?"

"Jiang Qiyan? I heard that he has been promoted recently, so he probably wouldn't come to this wilderness if he has nothing to do?" She also knew this man, and she didn't have a good impression, including the entire picket team, but she was still half of her colleagues, that's all. After dying wildly in the wilderness, she felt somewhat sad when the rabbit died and the fox died.

Su Xian turned around and found three more corpses on the road behind the vehicle. The same body and head were separated, and the appearance and clothes of death were exactly the same as those of the four corpses in the vehicle.

The "poodle" carefully avoided the blood overflowing on the road, and sniffed the smell with disgust: "The smell of blood is still fresh, it should have been dead for less than an hour."

Su Xian squatted down and observed the condition of the ice on the road: "Look at the ruts... There should be two cars."

As he spoke, he stood up, and the light of the flashlight flickered around: "But there is only one car here...how about the other one?"

Soon, he found a clue—an abrupt gap was knocked out of a clump of withered bushes on the side of the road. He walked over to check and found two rows of fresh ruts without any surprise.

He walked along the rut, and stopped after a while. The end was not far behind the bushes. He stood on the hillside and looked down. It was completely dark. When he played the flashlight, he could only see the dark canopy.

Although the drop is not too big, the slope is not too steep, but it is enough to drive the car directly down, right?

He shook his head, and decided to go back to the security station with the "poodle" to report the matter, but when the flashlight flashed across the ground, his gaze was suddenly attracted by a small reflective object.

He bent down, picked it up, and found it was a brass buckle.

His pupils shrank slightly, because he recognized the origin of this button.

In a blink of an eye, he changed his mind. He turned around and beckoned the "poodle" over, who looked at him nervously: "Did you find anything?"

"A little bit." He dismissed the question lightly, and immediately gave the order with a serious face, "Now drive back to the security station, bring a few more people here to investigate, and by the way, tell the Comprehensive Management Bureau to let Don't be lazy with the pickets, after all, they are the ones who died, so send someone to collect the corpses."

"Poodle" blinked: "What about you?"

"I have some clues, and now I'm going to track down the whereabouts of the survivors." Su Xian smiled, "Although the relationship with the picket team is not very good, you can't do nothing, right?"

There was more worry in her eyes: "Can you do it alone? What if you meet those bastards who cut off heads..."

"Are you still worried about me?" He smiled indifferently, put his hands on her shoulders, and pushed her back, "Be obedient, go back quickly. Drive carefully, but don't stop, no matter who you meet Stop, go back to the security station, bring people back, don't forget to equip firearms."

"Then, you must be careful! Don't be a lonely hero..."

"Silly, am I that kind of person? Alright, let's go!"

Until watching the black Cherokee disappear on the winding mountain road, Su Xian's expression turned serious, and he turned and walked towards the ravine.

He squeezed the brass button tightly, his palms hurt so badly, he was familiar with this button, it originally belonged to an old coat of his.

And that coat should be worn by Zhong Yuncong now.

He did appear here.

"What mess have you got involved in again?" He sighed almost helplessly, and at the same time jumped up, his figure blended into the night.

>>>

Among the three, Xiaotao in the back seat of the car was the luckiest one. She was the least affected and the first to wake up. She glanced back anxiously. Terrified.

She climbed out of the car, limped out of the front seat, and found that the front of the car had been flattened. Fortunately, the airbag deployed, and the heads and upper bodies of the two people were protected.

She tried calling a few times, but Zhong Yun never responded. She knew nothing about cars before, so she instinctively picked up a piece of broken glass, scratched the airbag, and dragged Zhong Yun from the driver's seat first. When he came out and planned to do the same to rescue another person, he found the terrible wound on his chest.

She didn't dare to act rashly, but at this moment Zhong Yuncong also opened his eyes in a daze, she immediately reported the situation, he was also surprised, the two discussed it, and together they worked together to get Jiang Qiyan out of the car The seat was moved out.

"I'm afraid he won't wake up for a while." Zhong Yuncong wiped the blood and sweat from his head, he was still terrified, "Who knows when those people will catch up. But you can't leave him alone, Let's carry him away first."

Xiaotao nodded, and they carried the unconscious Jiang Qiyan around in the gradually darkening mountain forest like this.

They were lucky enough to find a cave when night fell completely. Although they were still frightened, they really had no strength, and the road ahead was unpredictable. After weighing it all, Zhong Yuncong decided to rest here first.

Fortunately, before he left, he searched for a kettle and a flashlight from the scrapped vehicle. In the case of hunger and cold, he could still have a saliva to drink, so that he would not be exhausted.

He first gave the water bottle to the girl, and Xiaotao took two sips before handing it back. Zhong Yuncong was also very restrained, and only drank a couple of sips, but in the end he looked worried at Jiang Qiyan, who was shivering non-stop due to blood loss.

"What can he do?" His lips were bloodless, chapped and whitish, obviously in desperate need of replenishing water, Xiao Tao thought about it, first covered him with the coat, and then took the water bottle: "Let me feed him."

Zhong Yuncong nodded, sat down tiredly, watched Xiao Tao carefully feed the man water, and gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Now, I'm going out to watch the night." Zhong Yuncong looked straight into Xiaotao's eyes, "Promise me, you won't come out under any circumstances—unless you hear me knock three times on the stone wall."

Xiao Tao's lips trembled, and she finally nodded under his unshakable gaze: "Okay, I see."

There are always some weird sounds coming from the forest at night, and every movement can make Zhong Yuncong's heart startled. He held Jiang Qiyan's gun tightly, and watched his surroundings vigilantly, completely in a state of panic. .

He had a flashlight, but he didn't dare to turn it on easily, for fear that the light would attract the "shadow", and he could only be a frightened bird in the dark.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, the two people behind them had already fallen asleep, and there was silence in the cave.

Zhong Yun stood guard at the entrance of the cave, almost turning into a statue.

A weak girl, a dying man, and now he is the only one who can act, and must take the responsibility of protecting the two.

Two heavy human lives almost made him breathless.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to carry a weight and go far?He let out a breath slowly, somehow thinking of Su Xian again.

That person must be very difficult, right?

At this moment, a screeching sound suddenly came from the bushes. The sound was subtle and trivial, but it seemed extraordinarily strange in such a dark place, which deeply stimulated Zhong Yuncong's tense nerves.

He didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately fired a shot at the source of the sound. There was a muffled groan in the bushes, and then there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. He swallowed involuntarily—was it a hit?

It's a pity that he didn't have time to be happy, and suddenly felt the sound of the wind above him. He was startled, and subconsciously lowered his body to dodge. splash.

Zhong Yuncong's back was wet and cold as he brushed past the god of death, and the opponent's attacks came one after another. He dodged left and right in a panic, and almost had close contact with the machete several times.

Although he was terrified, but in the process of "hide-and-seek" with this guy, he was careful. After a few rounds, the opponent's machete kept going back and forth on the stone wall, and finally one time, the blade got stuck on two rocks between the gaps.

Seeing that the other party could not pull out for a while, Zhong Yuncong was about to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead when he heard a low and hoarse voice: "Report, we have found their hiding place."

The hairs all over his body stood on end, and his spine felt cold—is there a third person?

He turned around suddenly, just in time to see a black figure bent over and about to get into the cave. There was a bang in his mind, and he rushed forward regardless.

Hearing the sound of his footsteps, the other party also turned around, raised his hand and fired a gun, and Zhong Yuncong's left thigh was bleeding profusely. Under the double torment of severe pain and blood loss, he could hardly keep standing.

But if they don't stop them, Xiaotao and Jiang Qiyan will die.

He reluctantly dragged his injured leg, lunged forward, and hugged the guy tightly. The guy obviously didn't expect him to have such explosive power, and was caught off guard, and was actually dragged back.

Zhong Yun pressed the gun in his hand against the opponent's abdomen, and when he was about to pull the trigger, there was a sharp pain from his back without warning.

The warm blood quickly soaked his clothes, and he had the illusion that he was split in half.

"Get rid of him." The man in black with the gun gave an order in a deep voice to his companion who came to reinforce him. The latter understood, grabbed Zhong Yuncong's hair, and put the blade on his neck.

Are you going to be decapitated?Zhong Yuncong, who had already lost most of his life, thought in a daze that his consciousness was being lost along with the blood, which was probably the reason. After the initial sharp pain, he didn't feel any pain at this moment, but I feel that my body is so light that I want to float up.

Just like that, die here...?

There are still many things that have not been done, and many people who want to meet have not been met.

No, I don't want to die, I can't die.

This idea popped up suddenly when his consciousness poured down like quicksand, and immediately turned into a barrier, blocking the way of quicksand.

The blood all over his body began to heat up, almost boiling, and the blood that sprinkled on the faces and hands of the two men in black also burned.

Zhong Yun knew that his special ability called "tactile power" could enter the spiritual world of people and grab certain information or memory fragments, but he had always accepted it passively.

Up to this moment, his calm and gentle tactile force became aggressive for the first time, and the blood flowing from his body became part of the extension of his tactile sense. Li spread out.

At that moment, a scene also appeared in the minds of the two men in black.

They saw a red desert.

Desolate, dead, not a blade of grass grows.

where is that?

Just when they were confused, a drop of water fell from the sky.

An inconspicuous, ordinary drop of water.

But the moment the water drops hit the ground, earth-shaking changes took place in the desert—the water drops turned into trickles, flowing across the red desert without sound.

For some reason, the people in black suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

And the source of this anxiety is unknown to them themselves.

This kind of horror is coming out from the bones.

What frightened them even more was that the stream was still spreading, first it was a lake with no waves, then it was a rushing river, until finally, it turned into a magnificent ocean.

Every grain of gravel is wrapped in water droplets, unable to escape.

The two men in black stood on the spot unconsciously, maintaining their original posture, allowing Zhong Yuncong to stand up from them.

He was weaker than before, but the rending pain returned.

He tremblingly supported the shoulders of the two men in black. The other men were still standing numbly, their eyes were empty and lifeless, and they did not respond to his movements.

It's like losing your soul.

Zhong Yuncong himself was wondering - what did I do?

But he couldn't bear to think about it, the noisy footsteps behind him, followed by a gunshot, Zhong Yun avoided it from the side, turned to take a look, and found two more men in black robes walking from the shadow of the tree. Then he appeared and attacked in his direction.

Presumably the previous tip-off had worked.

And he didn't appear flustered, but turned his head, looked at the two dull faces, and gave an order softly.

"Listen, go over there and destroy your enemies with all your might."

The two men in black moved after hearing the sound, and rushed towards their companions with killing intent.

And the blue ocean that submerged everything in their spiritual world suddenly set off a stormy sea.