Wizard he really doesn't want to roll [Rebirth]

The wind brings the smell of the plants in the garden.

In the hotel room at three o'clock in the morning, most of the guests are sleeping soundly, but there are still the trivialities of husband and wife, the laughter of couples, the chatter of colleagues... leaked through the window cracks, and were captured by the sentries.

No one noticed that outside the room with the lights off, a figure was squatting on the window sill. The narrow slope less than ten centimeters was even more difficult to stand on because of the existence of the window glass.

But the sentinel has a solid figure, even if his feet are more than ten meters high, he will fall if he is not careful, and he does not have the slightest fear.

The content of the couple's teasing became more and more heated, and soon there was the sound of the body falling on the bed. Lin Xiaoming jumped up suddenly, grabbed the window sill diagonally above, quickly climbed up, borrowed his strength, and moved to the side window.

The flashing black shadow did not attract the attention of the young couple who were making out. Lin Xiaoming was like a ghost, moving around on the wall, as dexterous as a snow leopard that can walk freely on the cliff.

Every move was so perfect, under the cover of night, Lin Xiaoming quickly approached the target location.

At this time, it is not only the human beings who have their own thoughts who are not asleep.

Soon he came to the sixteenth floor where the presidential suite was located.

Lin Xiaoming listened intently, opened the window little by little with his palm, and entered the dark bathroom without making any sound.

There is a special bionic film on his fingertips, which will not leave marks on the glass.

In the living room next to the door, the conversations of the Dogon people could be clearly heard. Lin Xiaoming understood their language, so he knew that they were talking about the compatriot who murdered many humans.

He thought well, there was indeed a connection between the two.

In the dark, the sentry found the most suitable ambush location, he slowed down his breathing, and even controlled his heart rate to decrease.

Invisible radio waves continuously radiated from the room through the encrypted frequency band. At four o'clock in the morning, the two Dogon people finally completed the secret communication with the outside world. They put away their equipment and planned to rest there.

Footsteps came, and one of them walked towards the bathroom. It pushed the door in, reached out to turn on the light, and then closed the door behind its back.

After a while, there was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom.

Another Dogon yawned, and it lay down on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

No one noticed when the bathroom door was opened.

There are always many things hidden in the dark.

The hotel attendant wearing glasses came to the sixteenth floor. As soon as he stood by the door, the door of the suite seemed to sense it and automatically opened from the inside.

Cromwell walked in and closed the door behind his back, smelling a faint smell of blood.

No one could have imagined that there are Dogon people hidden in a hotel where many humans live.

Lin Xiaoming, who opened the door for him, returned to the bed, and the Dogon was tied up and still in a coma.

The smell of blood came from the bathroom. Cromwell went over to take a look. The tiled floor was quite smooth, and there was no trace of blood.

"What about the other one?"

Lin Xiaoming pointed to the shriveled corpses neatly folded on the table.

Even though he already knew that Lin Xiaoming was very strong, Cromwell couldn't help being shocked by such a tyrannical professional ability.

After killing the murderer who escaped from prison, Lin Xiaoming followed the scent left by the Dogon all the way and chased here.

Since he was able to go mad under the noses of the police for more than a month without being discovered, it means that there must be a tight hiding place.

Lin Xiaoming also speculates that this has something to do with the deputy executive who is suspected of having private connections with the outside world.

Cromwell did know how powerful the top sentry's five senses are before, but he didn't expect to see the sentry follow the smell through most of the city to find a place today.

Cromwell stared at the Dogon, his eyes pausing on the sharp bone spur on its arm: "What should we do now? Take it back?"

Ah... he was actually asking a newcomer for his opinion.

"No, I'll come to interrogate. The machine used to send signals is over there. You should know how to do it."

Lin Xiaoming put on his gloves, his eyes were serious, he picked up the slender Dogon and walked straight to the quiet room.

The suite has a quiet room specially prepared for sentinel guests, a room that can isolate all sounds, and is an excellent place for interrogation.

Lu Jinchao entered the password and opened the door.

This time, what greeted him was not Lin Xiaoming's gaze and Qi Shuo's eager figure, but the blackness spreading in the silence.

He turned on the light in the living room, and the darkness was driven out, but it was still quiet.

The house they lived in just happened to be the only one left now, and it looked a bit empty, and the refrigerator had been empty for a while, and it was easy to be lazy living alone.

Lin Xiaoming has been away for almost a month.

Before leaving, Lin Xiaoming told Lu Jinchao that he was contacted by the military department and wanted to do a relatively secret assessment. If he passed, he could join the military department and obtain a position in the future.

Lu Jinchao was overjoyed. The fact that Lin Xiaoming was favored by the military so early meant that the higher authorities were very satisfied with him. Nothing would make him happier than that his beloved boy would have a bright future.

Lin Xiaoming said earlier that it would take about a month, but now that the time has come, what is the situation?

Missing is like a vine, growing silently, slowly entwining him and strangling his heart.

Since the two met, it was the first time that they had been separated for such a long time, unable to see each other, even chatting online.

Quiet, Lu Jinchao couldn't help himself to think about Lin Xiaoming.

When he was first picked up, he was drenched and almost comatose, the cold figure on the Myron starship with the muzzle pointed at the forehead of the leader, the quiet face with downcast eyes in front of the weekend dinner table, and the bloody face with breakfast in the morning light The figures that came... were all like a curse, lingering in front of my eyes.

There seems to be something wrong with him.

Yunjin landed on the back of the sofa and let out a soft cry.

Lu Jinchao raised his hand to touch its back, and asked, "You miss Qishuo too, don't you?"

Yunjin flapped his wings.

I wanted to send him a message to see what was going on.

These days, if it wasn't for Lin Xiaoming's things in the next room, Lu Jinchao would have wondered if Lin Xiaoming would just disappear from his life.

Just asking rashly, will it disturb him?

Lu Jinchao struggled for a while, but couldn't hold back the thoughts that almost strangled him to death. He opened the terminal and sent a message:

【When are you coming back? 】

The last time the two chatted was still a month ago, Lin Xiaoming asked him what he wanted to eat when he went home tonight.

It is such small details bit by bit that make the feelings in the heart more mellow like wine.

Lu Jinchao didn't expect to be answered at first, or he didn't expect to be answered now.

But Lin Xiaoming's news soon appeared in the dialog box.

【Probably tomorrow night】

The surprise came only in a split second. Lu Jin's eyes lit up, and he immediately sat up straight and replied quickly:

【Okay, I'll wait for you at home when the time comes】

Lin Xiaoming made a cute expression and turned off the bracelet screen.

The Dogon in front of him couldn't scream anymore, his head was lowered, blood dripped from its mouth to the ground.

Amidst the blood all over the floor, Cromwell crossed his arms and cast a curious look at Lin Xiaoming.

Lin Xiaoming pried out many things from the Dogon man's mouth. After being forced to wake up, the Dogon man knew that he wanted to commit suicide, but Lin Xiaoming directly broke the bone blades on both sides of its arm, and knocked off two hidden ones. The back teeth of the poison broke all its thoughts.

What followed was a brutal interrogation process.

It was hard to imagine that it was a 19-year-old Sentinel student who could commit such a brutal act.

Lin Xiaoming's methods were so cruel that he didn't even need Cromwell's help.

So the clerk watched from the sidelines, accurately memorizing every word that the Dogon people said, and even the tone and micro-response of each sentence when it was spoken.

After returning, these will be presented in the mission report.

"It's almost there." Lin Xiaoming took off his blood-stained gloves. The strong smell of blood in the room did not burden the sentry's sense of smell. He looked at Cromwell and said, "Get ready to go."

Half an hour later, with two cubes of Dogon corpses in his pocket, Lin Xiaoming turned out the window and quickly slid down from the sixteenth floor.

A white belly appeared on the horizon, and a new day was coming.