[Full-time master] mottled

The world was dark at first, and the air was filled with a strong, almost stinking lilac fragrance, and the constant dizziness accompanied by tinnitus made him stuck in confusion and couldn't open his eyes.But he can feel everything is spinning, he wants to run, but something is firmly imprisoning him, making him, who has nowhere to escape, become a dead leaf in the world, swallowed by the oath The vortex is tearing frantically.

He was not willing to be a weak passive player, so he slammed his jaws and forced himself to calm down with pain.He exerted all his strength, his nails pierced the skin and sank into the flesh, and the blood fell onto the cold countertop, forming a small puddle of blood.

Finally his world stopped spinning crazily, the sky and the earth that were almost merged into one place were separated, and everything was slowly returning to its original position, but the stench still tormented his keen sense of smell, and he Suppressing the desire to vomit, I began to try to reduce the number of breaths to avoid inhaling the stench as much as possible.

As his inhalation of the fragrance of cloves decreased, the symptoms of tinnitus gradually eased. In the haze, he heard someone asking loudly in a distant place. The voice was as sharp as a sharp knife, piercing his brain directly, His somewhat clear mind turned into a mess again.He tried to close his hearing, but now he could hardly exert any strength, he could only allow those unreasonable scolding to repeatedly torture his nerves.

He doesn't know why he became like this, and he doesn't know what the situation is like in the real world. Now that no one is fighting with him, he can only desperately adjust his state—at least let himself regain some sense of justice. Perception of external things - Avoid getting too passive.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally had the strength to open his eyes: the first thing he saw was his blood-stained hands, his nails were still tightly stuck in the wound on the tiger's mouth, and the blood flowed along the nails Climbing up, dyed the whole area red.

Then he opened his eyes slightly as if he had seen something unbelievable, he paused for a second or two, and worked harder on the wound on the tiger's mouth.He wanted to pinch himself soberly so that he would not have such absurd hallucinations, but the cruel reality told him that he was not mistaken.

—He did have a pair of handcuffs on his wrists.

He stared blankly at the blood oozing from his tiger's mouth, dripping drop by drop on the cold stainless steel baffle of the interrogation chair along the chains.

what happened?why am i hereWhy it came out like this?

In an instant, too many questions flooded his mind, and the completely unexpected situation made him feel uncontrollably anxious. He needed to be comforted, but it was obvious that his partner was not by his side now.

Compared with this inexplicable pair of handcuffs, the negative emotion brought about by the fact that "the partner is not around" is stronger: accompanied by the sudden rapid breathing, he caught off guard and inhaled a large mouthful of foul-smelling air and irritating gas The tingling sensation rushing through his nasal cavity and heading straight to his forehead made sweat break out on his forehead.

After readjusting his breathing rate, he finally looked up at the interrogation table opposite. He didn't know the middle-aged police detective in the middle who was yelling at him, but he knew Ma Jianlin, the captain of the criminal investigation team sitting next to the police detective, and Recorder Chalet.

Ma Jianlin seemed a little worried about him, but he was worried that the middle-aged police detective beside him would not show it on the public face. The unshaven face was mixed with furtive worries and feigned seriousness, not to mention how ugly it was; Xia Lai, who is about the same age, is much more straightforward. After all, he is still young and doesn't know how to hide his emotions.

The middle-aged police detective was obviously dissatisfied with the interrogation recorder's concern for the suspect, so he slapped his palm on the table vigorously. On the one hand, he was warning Xia Lai, and on the other hand, he was also deterring him: " You'd better straighten yourself up and explain everything clearly!"

matter?whats the matter?

He looked blankly at the middle-aged police detective, and then at Ma Jianlin—the latter opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing, just frowned, and looked at him worriedly—so he turned his eyes back to On the middle-aged police detective.

He didn't know what the middle-aged police detective wanted him to say. As far as he could remember, at least until yesterday afternoon, he was still sitting on the other side of the interrogation table as a law enforcement officer to interrogate the suspect.However, today the situation suddenly turned upside down. He was handcuffed and was handcuffed to an interrogation chair like a prisoner, being interrogated for no reason.

He didn't understand what was going on, so he chose to remain silent.

His non-violent and non-cooperative appearance greatly annoyed the middle-aged police detective. He slapped the table and yelled fiercely, and repeated a lot of nonsense such as lenient confession and strict resistance. Let him be honest about what he did.

——He had no idea what he had committed, so how could he "confess honestly"!So he could only respond to the middle-aged police detective's constant inquiries with a long silence.

However, this tug-of-war did not last long.

I don't know if it was because they were too afraid of his ability, they injected too many inhibitors into this special interrogation room, which are harmless to ordinary people, but can inhibit the abilities of the sentries—even if the concentration of inhibitors in the air here is already serious If it exceeds the standard, ordinary people can only smell a faint fragrance of flowers, but for him, whose five senses are several times more sensitive than ordinary people, this stench-filled room is like a gas chamber.

He had every reason to suspect that the middle-aged police detective didn't want to interrogate him at all, but simply wanted to poison him here.

Oh shit.

He scolded his mother in the bottom of his heart, while calming his breath, he clasped the edge of the stainless steel baffle tightly with both hands in order to relieve the pain.He grasped very hard, and his knuckles were already turning white. Anyone could see that he was desperately enduring the pain, but the middle-aged police detective never stopped yelling at him pretending to be majestic.

In a trance, he felt that he seemed to have symptoms of drug poisoning, and now he urgently needed fresh air and the comfort of his partner.

But where is his guide?

He raised his head with difficulty, looked around this special interrogation room that he was all too familiar with, and then his eyes fell on the one-way mirror on the side of the room.

Will he be watching himself from behind this?

Absolutely not.

Out of his understanding of his partner and his absolute trust, he has no doubt that the other party has also fallen into such a predicament like him—there is more than one special interrogation room in the police headquarters—he cannot sniff out in this gas chamber. Any breath that belongs to him.

He couldn't let this foul-smelling super-concentrated inhibitor continue to torture his senses, he had to save himself.

"A person's potential is unlimited. If you don't push it to a certain level, you will never know how good you are." ——This chicken soup for the soul was boiled by various marketing accounts, and it was also when he was receiving sentry training. Words on the lips.Unlike ordinary people who say this sentence just for self-exhortation, the instructors of the sentinel training camp really push them to a dead end all the time, forcing them to unleash their potential in adversity in different ways.

But he has not encountered such an extreme situation, but he is willing to try.

——Besides, he still has a secret weapon.

"...I want to smoke." After another round of scolding by the middle-aged police detective, he saw the right time to make such a request.

The middle-aged police detective who was drinking water looked a little surprised, but there was more surprise on the brows: from years of police experience, he told him that whenever a suspect makes various demands to the interrogator, it shows that their psychological defense has been weakened. Breakthrough, once the request is met, then they will not be far away from opening the case -- not to mention the request he made is too easy to satisfy.

The middle-aged police detective winked at Ma Jianlin, who had already looked over to ask for advice, and the latter immediately walked up to him, took out a box of Double Happiness from his pocket, and handed one out of it.He just glanced at the cigarette and didn't reach out to take it. Instead, he looked up at Ma Jianlin and asked, "Where's mine?"

"It's gone. They're all in the evidence room." Ma Jianlin said in a low voice, stuffing the cigarette into his hand, "Is it okay?"

"..." He shook his head in disappointment, and threw the cigarette on the stainless steel baffle: "Pour me a glass of water."

Ma Jianlin responded, turned around and took a glass of water from the water dispenser and handed it to him, then persuaded him unbearably: "Speak up, explain clearly and you'll be fine, I believe you will never do such a thing. "

He sipped the cold water in the glass bit by bit, completely ignoring what Ma Jianlin was talking about, he was rapidly adjusting his state.The overdose of inhibitors made his physical condition not optimistic. He was very aware that even if he tried his best, he might only have this chance, but he had to do it. Before he was completely poisoned or sensory overload, he had to leave This interrogation room, to his guide.

No matter how much he will pay for it.

Ma Jianlin watched him finish drinking the water in the glass, and just wanted to ask him if he would like some more, but the middle-aged police detective behind the interrogation table impatiently started a new round of questioning.Ma Jianlin frowned, apparently dissatisfied with the aggressiveness of the middle-aged police detective, but since his official rank was lower than the other party's, it was difficult to say anything.

He saw all this in his eyes, he smiled silently at Ma Jianlin, and said softly: "I'm sorry."

"Huh?" Ma Jianlin was stunned by his sudden apology, and then he saw that the smile suddenly disappeared from that handsome face, replaced by a kind of indifference, a numb expression detached from the world.

——He is still handcuffed and sitting on the interrogation chair, but the aura around him is not as depressed and confused as before. At this moment, he seems to be the god who regards everything as a dog, and everything in the world is in his eyes. is nothingness.He opened his mouth and said something, with a cold arrogance in his tone that people couldn't help but be afraid of.

"Kneel down," he said.

Two minutes later, he opened the door of the special interrogation room with trembling hands, and the fresh air that hit his face cheered him up, and the depression in his chest dissipated instantly.He leaned against the door frame and breathed heavily, and his breathing rate was adjusted to a speed close to the limit. He had to relieve the sensory oppression brought on by the inhibitor overdose in the shortest possible time.The monitor in the interrogation room was connected to the Internet, and what happened inside had already been broadcast live to the main monitoring station of the police department. He could not stay here for too long.

Regrettably, he still failed to smell any aura belonging to his partner in the air, and his physical condition did not allow him to release his spiritual guide to search for it. Fortunately, he knew that the special interrogation room of the police headquarters was in the where.

There was still a handcuff on his left wrist, and blood dripped down his fingertips all the way. Forcibly using the ability in that extreme situation caused an excessive load on his body, and every step he took was exhausted. He exerted all his strength, but he still couldn't stop. He had to get to his guide before the reinforcements from the police department rushed over.

Holding on to the wall, he choked and breathed a sigh of relief, and shuffled around the corner.

The dazzling red light of interrogation was on in the sixth interrogation room not far away, and it took him nearly half a minute to get to the door of the interrogation room.It has to be said that he was very lucky, the door of the interrogation room was opened half a page, and he saw that face he was all too familiar with.

Just as he had imagined, his partner was also handcuffed to the interrogation chair, his eyes revealed a kind of bewilderment that could not be disguised, and his face was even painted with exhaustion, the air in this interrogation room It also smelled of that stench of inhibitors.

His guide obviously didn't expect him to appear here, and he couldn't help but exclaimed when he suddenly pushed the door open.

"Who are you!" Several police detectives at the interrogation table all stood up—except for the recorder, he didn't know anyone else—and pulled out together with the two police officers standing behind his partner. The gun was pointed at him.

He looked at those black muzzles and smiled almost bleakly.

"Kneel down," he said.

—No one can disobey God.

"You're crazy!" His guide questioned him with wide-eyed eyes, but he didn't point to the fact that he made those police detectives who were much higher than their ranks kneel down, he just glared at his unstoppable heaving With a chest and a bloodless face, he reprimanded forcefully: "Forcibly using your ability in an environment where the inhibitors seriously exceed the standard, are you not going to die?!"

He pretended not to understand, and blinked at his guide innocently, with a childish smile in the corner of his mouth, then he rolled his eyes without warning, and fell down straight.

The world has returned to darkness.

Zhou Zekai woke up startled in the darkness. He sat up halfway, blinked his eyes several times, and then recognized the pile of clothes randomly thrown at the end of the bed and the pair of plush penguins on the stool at the end of the bed from the gloomy field of vision.

After confirming again and again that he was not imprisoned, Zhou Zekai finally breathed a sigh of relief, lying on his back and sinking into the soft bed again.Jiang Botao, who was still asleep, seemed to be startled by Zhou Zekai's actions. He hummed unconsciously, turned over, and dragged away most of the quilt.It didn't matter if he pulled, half of Zhou Zekai's body was exposed outside in an instant. The heating was not turned on in the bedroom, and Zhou Zekai, whose belly suddenly came into contact with the cold air, couldn't help shivering, turned over and moved towards Jiang Botao until he was taken away It's only when you hold her in your arms that you stop.

Zhou Zekai was buried on the back of Jiang Botao's warm neck, the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of guide element that only he could smell, and the gentle breath belonging to Jiang Botao wrapped him, which made Zhou Zekai feel extremely at ease and peaceful, while he always The nerves tormented by the nightmare also gradually relaxed, accompanied by the indistinct roar of cars in the distance, Zhou Zekai almost fell asleep again.

——The premise is that someone’s mobile phone that was left on the bedside table did not suddenly ring.

Jiang Botao in Zhou Zekai's arms moved. He stretched out his hand from under the quilt, as if he wanted to touch the phone, but only half of his arm was stretched out, and the cold air quickly shrank it back. Then he opened the phone in a raving manner. mouth, the only two words were glued together softly: "Xiao Zhou..."

"Yeah." Zhou Zekai responded, and after groping with his backhand for a while, he successfully took the phone that was ringing non-stop on the bedside table in his hand.Zhou Zekai glanced at it with half-opened eyes. He was holding Jiang Botao's cell phone, and the contact person displayed on it was "Senior Ding Mengrui".Since Ding Mengrui is Jiang Botao's senior in the Guidance Academy and knows their relationship, Zhou Zekai naturally doesn't have to worry about unnecessary misunderstandings if he answers the call, so he slides the phone away with confidence: "Senior Ding good."

Perhaps it was because the sleepiness in his tone had not dissipated, the considerate Ding Mengrui didn't say much, but just informed him that Zhao Xinhong had woken up, thanked the two of them again, and hung up the phone.

Zhou Zekai conveniently threw the phone that had been turned back to the lock screen on the bed, closed his eyes and leaned next to Jiang Botao, who simply turned over and hugged him face to face.

I have to say that the quality of Jiang Botao's new blackout curtains is really good - it's already past three o'clock in the afternoon, but their bedroom is still as dark as midnight.

"Did you just have a nightmare?" Jiang Botao suddenly broke the silence, his eyes were still closed, but the sleepiness before was gone in his tone.

"Yeah." Zhou Zekai readily admitted that he had no intention of hiding anything from Jiang Botao, "I dreamed about that day."

Jiang Botao opened his eyes. He saw Zhou Zekai's fluttering eyelashes just a short distance away, and he couldn't help feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.He will never forget the "that day" that Zhou Zekai said, and it has almost become a nightmare that he cannot get rid of.

When Zhou Zekai was on the verge of perceptual overload, Jiang Botao needed Jiang Botao to help him relieve and eliminate those emotional fluctuations, but Jiang Botao's own negative emotions could only be alleviated by himself.Fortunately, he is a natural optimist, and he can't hold any negative energy.

— until "that day."

Last month, that is, on November [-]th, the East Tower, the tallest regional administrative tower in the East China region of the world, disappeared.

In fact, strictly speaking, the east tower is still there, and the nameplate of the listed company it pretends to be is still hanging on the floor guidance board downstairs of the Dijing Building in the core area of ​​S City CBD, but all the people in the east tower They were all gone, not even the students, teachers, and instructors in the sentinel training camp and guide school set up by the East Tower on the outskirts of the city.

51 pairs of on-the-job sentry partners, nine chief executives, 37 staff members, 32 reserve sentries, 210 practice guides, three college teachers, eight training camp instructors, and six cleaners, a total of [-] people , on November [-]th, the group disappeared mysteriously and has not been heard from since.

As the only survivors of the "11.12 Mass Disappearance Incident", Zhou Zekai and Jiang Botao, who were seconded to City W to participate in a special criminal case, received a "special request" from the upper echelons of the police department upon their return to City S. "Protection" - as the key suspects, they were taken into the special interrogation room of the police headquarters, and accepted three hours of "routine interrogation" in the harsh environment where the inhibitors were seriously exceeded.

Just like Zhou Zekai's nightmare, this is completely an unwarranted torture to them.

So Zhou Zekai, who couldn't bear it any longer, resisted. Regardless of his own physical condition, he forcibly used his abilities—Zhou Zekai "sanctioned" everyone who stood in his way, and forcibly opened a path leading to Jiang Botao in the police headquarters. In the end, Zhou Zekai fell down due to prolonged inhalation of excessive inhibitors and forced use of abilities when his mental power was overly suppressed.

Jiang Botao saw Zhou Zekai in his dreams countless times.

He looked at Zhou Zekai who was looking at him with crooked eyebrows one second, with a childish smile on his face, avoiding his reproach, but the next second, Zhou Zekai fell down with a face ashamed, his whole body Lie faceless on the cold floor of the special interrogation room, taking away Jiang Botao's breath and all his strength.

But Jiang Botao could only sit there and watch helplessly. The scene of Zhou Zekai falling was like a stop-motion animation, repeating in front of his eyes frame by frame.Jiang Botao clenched his fists and gritted his teeth to endure the wordless torture. He watched his partner collapse in front of him again and again, but he was powerless to change anything.Jiang Botao had no doubt that this nightmare would continue. No matter how strong his empathy system was, it would definitely be damaged in the face of such continuous mental torture.

Jiang Botao desperately needed desensitization treatment, but no one could help him.

So this nightmare became Jiang Botao's biggest worry.

"Don't think about what happened that day..." Jiang Botao kissed Zhou Zekai lightly on the tip of his nose. While comforting him, he also seemed to be admonishing himself.

Zhou Zekai responded, and retracted the hands on Jiang Botao's waist. The two of them got tired of being together for a while, and then slowly got up separately.

"What did senior sister call and say just now?" Jiang Botao was afraid of the cold, and he dared not crawl outside until he had put on his sweater under the warm blanket. At the moment he was wrapped in the blanket and struggling hard against the turtleneck sweater. The scene looked a little funny: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo——"

"It's nothing, Brother Zhao is awake." Zhou Zekai, who had already been dressed neatly, sat cross-legged on the bed and opened the delivery software. At the same time, he reached out to help Jiang Botao pull off the turtleneck sweater stuck on his head, "Mala Tang?"

"Phew—" Jiang Botao tugged on his neckline after regaining his freedom, "More meat, I need to replenish my calories."

"Okay." Zhou Zekai replied, adding six servings of pork belly to the shopping cart.

I have to say that the delivery of their mala tang was a bit slow. After the two of them took turns taking a shower, the takeaway hadn't arrived yet.Zhou Zekai opened the software to check, and the delivery guy was actually two kilometers away from them.

"I'm so hungry, Xiao Zhou..." Jiang Botao sat slumped on the sofa, his face full of lovelessness, "I'm going to starve to death."

Seeing his appearance, Zhou Zekai suddenly became playful. He quickly walked up to Jiang Botao and knelt down, grabbed his hand and pressed it to his heart, and said affectionately and in grief: " Taotao, don't die."

Jiang Botao coughed a few times pretentiously, pretended to be weak, and looked towards him with half-closed eyes: "Forget about me..."

"No—" Before Zhou Zekai could start to sensuality, the second half of his words were buried in the sudden sound of electric drill upstairs.Jiang Botao could only watch his mouth open and close, and couldn't hear what Zhou Zekai said at all, but this did not prevent Jiang Botao from continuing to show his acting skills: he stretched out his hand tremblingly, half reluctantly and half affectionately Caressing Zhou Zekai's eyebrows gently, and finally paused the moment he stroked the corner of his mouth, Jiang Botao's hand that was raised in the air fell straight down like a kite with a broken string. His eyes were closed, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Rao knew in his heart that Jiang Botao was just acting to cooperate with him, but when the temperature of his fingertips suddenly disappeared, Zhou Zekai still couldn't help but catch his breath. He eagerly leaned over Jiang Botao, trying to regain a sense of security.As a result, as soon as Zhou Zekai leaned over, he noticed that the male protagonist who had already "kicked his legs" was staring at him with half-closed eyes, as if to remind the Prince Charming: Don't mess with those vain things!Let's get real!Do you want to kiss your partner to wake you up, or do you want to kiss your partner to wake you up, or do you want to kiss your partner to wake you up?

Zhou Zekai couldn't help laughing: Jiang Botao's plot branch is too little, what else can he do?I can only follow the director's intention and choose who to kiss to wake him up.

The drama comes and goes as fast as it goes.

As soon as their lips and teeth touched, the two of them lost their intention of acting in "a must-have part of a bad idol drama with dog blood", and actually kissed each other.Jiang Botao sank into the soft sofa and enjoyed the kiss from Zhou Zekai. The breath of the two blended intimately. The sound of sticky water collided with the cool air. The small rental house was full of tenderness.

However, the "Atmosphere Breaker" appeared soon - Jiang Botao's cell phone rang again.

Zhou Zekai, who had already half-opened Jiang Botao's sweater, was obviously upset. He reached out and picked up the phone from the sofa, opened the call without even checking who the contact was, and said "Hi" in a rather unfriendly tone. .

"Hey, Jiang Botao..."

As soon as Ma Jianlin's voice sounded, Zhou Zekai threw the phone back on the sofa as if he had been electrocuted.Seeing Zhou Zekai staring at the phone in a panic, his whole body full of vigilance, Jiang Botao couldn't help laughing, he picked up the phone against Zhou Zekai's murderous gaze: "Captain Ma, it's me."

"Oh? Is that so?" Jiang Botao didn't know what Ma Jianlin said over there, but he kept his eyes fixed on Zhou Zekai, "Then let's go there right away."

"What's wrong?" Zhou Zekai felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him.

"Sigh." Jiang Botao sighed, "Xiao Zhou, you can call the delivery guy and ask him to leave the delivery directly at the door."

"Is there a mission?" Zhou Zekai asked a question, but in an affirmative tone.

"Yes, it's time for our most handsome sniper, Zhou Da, to come out." Jiang Botao half straightened up, and sucked Zhou Zekai's cheek artificially.

Zhou Zekai, who has always been very helpful to Jiang Botao's initiative to offer kisses, was choked up this time: "...you talk carefully."

The moment he opened the door, Jiang Botao, who was empty in his stomach, couldn't help swallowing. It's just past 04:30, and it's still early for dinner. I don't know which restaurant is cooking braised pork. The whole corridor is filled with An enticing rich meaty aroma.Just by smelling the smell, Jiang Botao could make up a large plate of thick oily red sauce, sweet and delicious, crispy and soft braised pork. Even Zhou Zekai, who has always been picky, couldn't help but praise it when he smelled the smell of meat. : "Well, whine."

"It has nothing to do with us." Jiang Botao said helplessly, "Did you tell the delivery boy?"

"I've said it." Zhou Zekai sat obediently on the small bench and changed his shoes, "Put them at the door."

"Oh, I have to go buy something to eat." Jiang Botao squatted on the ground pitifully hugging his growling stomach, "Otherwise I won't have the strength to work."

"Well, let's go shopping." Zhou Zekai, who had already changed his shoes, turned around and locked the door.

At this point, those who should go to work should go to school. There is basically no one in the community except for a few uncles and aunts who are basking in the sun and gossiping. After ordering a red bean bun, Zhou Zekai went to the street and stopped a taxi.

Due to the sudden disappearance of the East Tower, the special law and order in the entire East China region is in a vacuum. In order to prevent any criminals from taking advantage of it, the higher authorities urgently dispatched personnel from the regional administrative towers to various prefecture-level cities in the East China region. To fill in the security loopholes left by the disappearance of the East Tower; at the same time, a special investigation team was also stationed in S City at the order of the superiors to participate in the investigation of the "11.12 Massive Disappearance Incident".

Zhou Zekai and Jiang Botao were not only excluded from the investigation team as related parties, but their personal freedom was also restricted to a certain extent. However, this also meant opportunities—before the investigation of the collective disappearance was clear, although Zhou Zekai and Jiang Botao They couldn't leave City S, but because they had to be responsible for the special security of City S, for the convenience of management, the two were temporarily incorporated into the police department.In this way, although Zhou Zekai and Jiang Botao lost the favorable conditions in the East Tower, they could still use the resources of the police department to conduct roundabout investigations.

In other words, despite the tough conditions, they still have a chance to uncover the truth.

Because of the investigation team's intervention, all assets under Dongta's name were suspended for investigation and evidence collection, so that now they can only be picked up by police cars when they appear on the scene.It's just that the police car was too ostentatious. After Ma Jianlin drove the police car to pick up and drop off the two of them a few times, Jiang Botao always felt that the guard's eyes were not quite right for them.In order not to be poked and pointed at by those old men and aunts in the future, the two finally declined Ma Jianlin's kindness.

The moment Jiang Botao opened the taxi door, he was stunned. To be honest, the heater mixed with car aromatherapy and low-quality cigarettes felt really bad, but he didn't have time to worry about it. He could only take a deep breath. Straight into the car after fresh air.

"Where are you going?" the bearded driver asked as if he hadn't woken up, with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Go to Putan Park." Jiang Botao immediately added, "Go to Qingwan Bridge."

"Putan Park? Do you want to go or not?" The driver frowned, and actually told them to get out of the car: "You don't want to watch the news when you go out? What's the traffic over there, and you still take the Qingwan Bridge? Hey, let's go." The Qingwan Bridge can’t even arrive at eight o’clock in the evening.”

The two people who were rejected did not get out of the car. Jiang Botao stuffed Zhou Zekai with a half-eaten red bean bag, and then he directly reached out and grabbed the driver's seat belt, pulling the driver backwards forcefully.

This came so suddenly, the driver was stunned for a second and didn't react. When he came back to his senses, his entire back was tightly pressed against the driver's seat by the seat belt: "Hey! Why do you—"

"Let me give you a piece of advice." Jiang Botao rudely interrupted the driver's loud yelling, "The tobacco leaves made from Netherleaf Flowers are poisonous, and if humans with low immunity are unlucky, they will die directly if they smoke too much. A person with an unexplained lifespan died in your car inexplicably, do you think those impermanence will find you?"

The driver with a yellow face didn't take it seriously, and even spit out the window quite leisurely: "Who are you bluffing?"

As soon as the driver finished speaking, the seat belts in the car suddenly popped up, and the thin webbing suddenly swelled and became as thick as hemp rope: the one in Jiang Botao's hand twisted like a snake, and instantly entangled The seat belt on the side of the co-pilot stood up straight like a snake, and the safety buckle hit Zhou Zekai's head straight; It was also tightly wrapped around the bodies of the two of them, and the shape-changing safety buckle went straight into the neckline, sleeves and other places.

The back row of the car is already cramped, coupled with the constraints of the "seat belt", Zhou Zekai basically has no room to draw his gun - after all, he is still holding Jiang Botao's red bean bag - but this does not affect his performance at all .

Zhou Zekai clamped the "safety buckle" of the "seat belt" that came out from the side of the co-pilot with one hand, wrapped the "seat belt" around his wrist and pulled it back, and at the same time stepped on the back of the co-pilot's seat for strength , In just two or three seconds, all the "seat belts" were pulled out and smashed to the ground.Zhou Zekai snorted coldly as he watched the "seat belt" writhing and struggling like an earthworm under his feet, and then his expression turned serious, and he spoke the first words since getting in the car.

"Go away." Zhou Zekai said.

His tone was undeniably domineering, those "seat belts" had all shrunk back in disgrace the moment Zhou Zekai finished speaking, and the inside of the car was as quiet as if nothing had happened.

"You actually use leeches that have turned into seat belts to absorb energy. You are very good at playing, big fairy?" Jiang Botao jokingly patted the driver's face with the "seat belt" that was as quiet as a chicken in his hand at the moment. The originally sallow face instantly turned pale: "Dare, dare to ask who the two masters are?"

"Ordinary passenger." Jiang Botao let go of the driver and sat back on the back seat. Zhou Zekai handed him back the red bean bun in his hand, and the latter took a bite of it. Then he chewed the bread and said vaguely: "Putan Park, Take the Qingwan Bridge, thank you."

The yellow-skinned driver did not lie to the two of them. The area around the Qingwan Bridge was really congested, and the traffic stopped completely two or three kilometers away from the approach bridge.Nearly a thousand private cars lined up on the spacious four lanes of the viaduct, and the red brake lights were very spectacular.

Zhou Zekai took out his phone and checked the time. It is now [-]:[-]. Although it is the evening rush hour, there has never been such a serious traffic jam before. It seems that this big traffic jam is still related to Ma Jianlin's call for help.

"Looks like the road is closed." Jiang Botao stretched his neck to look at the road conditions, then turned to Zhou Zekai and said, "There are no cars in the opposite lane."

"En." Zhou Zekai nodded, opened the car door and prepared to get out of the car, "Let's go."

After Jiang Botao paid the fare, he did not forget to warn the driver a few words, telling him to "be more honest and avoid causing harm to others." The yellow-skinned driver nodded repeatedly, and respectfully invited the two of them out of the car like a god. —If he hadn't been blocked by traffic on the elevated road, he would have wished to turn into his original form and run away immediately, the farther away from these two plague gods the better.

There were many drivers on the road who were upset by the traffic jam and got out of the car to breathe, so it was not too strange for Zhou Zekai and Jiang Botao to walk on the elevated road.I don't know if it was because Ma Jianlin called again to urge them, but the pace of the two of them became faster and faster, and they covered a distance of one kilometer in just three to four minutes, but it was still too far away from the Qingwan Bridge. Far.

"Huh?" Zhou Zekai stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Botao, who had already taken a step, turned around and asked.

"What is that man doing?" Zhou Zekai asked, pointing to a black spot on the top of the bridge in the distance.

Jiang Botao squinted his eyes and looked. His eyesight was not as good as Zhou Zekai's. He could only vaguely see a person sitting on the arch truss of the Qingwan Bridge. It was impossible to tell the gender. But since Zhou Zekai said it was a man , then it should be a man.

"Maybe he is going to commit suicide." Jiang Botao whispered again after speaking.