What to do if you are chased by old attackers every day [Quick Transmigration]

Shu Xingmi pushed the books off the two of them angrily and amusedly, and brushed the ashes off Zhanglin's body, "Nonsense."

The library fell silent, and the flying instruments, books and bookshelves stopped.

"Let's go upstairs." Standing on the collapsed messy bookshelf, Shu Xingmi reached out to Zhanglin: "In a short time, there should be no more moths. Let's hurry up and have a look."

Shu Xingmi guessed that the psychic medium's spiritual power was running out, otherwise, the moment he got up from the pile of books just now, a heavy weapon would have hit him, but it didn't.

His back was already drenched with sweat, and the ends of his hair were also wet into wisps of sweat. His eyes were slightly astringent and stinging.

"Fighting" with instruments is not the same concept as fighting with people.

Instruments have no weaknesses, they are only objects to be manipulated, and they can attack at will without tire and pain. No matter how good Shu Xingmi's skills are, he is not invulnerable, three-headed and six-armed. Knock out.

As long as Shu Xingmi falls down, Zhanglin will be given away for free, buy one get one free.

Zhanglin held Shu Xingmi's hand, rather than heartache, guilt, or admiration, his heart was more filled with an indescribable emotion.

There is such a person who rushes to the restricted area to scoop him up regardless of life or death.

He couldn't figure out what this feeling was, let alone express it, but it was indeed clogged in his chest, and he could feel it.It's hot.

He moved his lips, but nothing came out.

He used to memorize a whole Chinese dictionary, and he knew exactly what words were on which pages. However, looking into Shu Xingmi's eyes, he couldn't remember anything. Those words were all soft and scattered. All over the place.

"Come on, go upstairs." He took his hand.

The heat in the palms of the two people flowed in the blood vessels, and the beating of the pulse was more exciting than before.

The two went all the way to the fifth floor and saw the door with the sign of "Control Room". However, the door was locked, and the combination of iris lock and fingerprint lock could not be opened even by gods.

Come here for nothing.

Shu Xingmi and Zhanglin looked at each other, needless to say, went downstairs to find the last way out - the ventilation duct.

There was a small lock on the ventilation duct, which was knocked off by Shu Xingmi.

"If you have the ability, let them install an iris lock on the ventilation pipe, haha, one hundred secrets and one sparse." Shu Xingmi smiled and put away the military stab.

Zhanglin was fascinated by Shu Xingmi's smile.

Shu Xingmi used a military thorn to pry open the screw on the seal of the ventilation duct, and measured the width, it should be able to go in.

He took off his shirt and sweater, cut them into long strips, wove them into ropes, wrapped them around his waist, tied the other end around Zhang Lin's waist, hung two backpacks, and tied them with dead buckles.

The two climbed into the pipeline one after the other, and climbed up in the cramped space, like climbing from the bottom of a narrow well to the mouth of the well.

The smell in the ventilation pipe is not pleasant, a mixture of metal, cement slag, and dust.

Zhang Lin really wanted to take out his lungs and wash them...

Shu Xingmi is in front, so he can still see some light. The iron door on the roof of the fifth floor has holes, which can vaguely screen out some hazy spots of light. Zhang Lin is a bit miserable, and basically can’t see anything. When I arrived, I could only climb up in the dark, and I didn't know where I was climbing.

Zhanglin heard a very special sound, sometimes Shu Xingmi's anklet touched the wall of the tube, the sound was small and clear, but he felt it was very harsh.

He must live with Shu Xingmi, untie the damn anklet, and escape.

After climbing for an unknown amount of time, Shu Xingmi finally stopped. The iron plate on the roof was close at hand. With his feet propped up on the ventilation pipe, he took out a military thorn with one hand, and knocked on the iron lock one after another. Lifting the door cover, the door cover hit the ground, turning up a thin layer of dust waves.

Shu Xingmi poked his head out, and the fresh air instantly filled his nasal cavity and lungs. He didn't usually feel it, but now it smelled a bit extravagantly sweet.

Suddenly, the back of his head felt cold, and something cold pressed against his head, with a small and round outline.

The touch and temperature are quite familiar.

"Throw away the weapon and come up." The gambler pointed his gun at Shu Xingmi's head, commanding with some complacency, which meant that he had been waiting for a long time.

Shu Xingmi's heart went cold.

The gun let him get it?

That's right, the photographer has clairvoyance, so it's useless to bury it anywhere. With the luck of a gambler, it's no problem to crack the code once.

Never thought they would work together.

Shu Xingmi put down the military stab, and at the same time lightly stepped on Zhanglin's shoulder, telling him to go down to hide first, but Zhanglin didn't move.

He has a fruit knife that can cut the rope.

"Don't hide the one below, come up together, if you don't come up, I'll kill him." The gambler smiled, his eyes were palpitating, they had only appeared on the iris lock screen not long ago.

Shu Xingmi and Zhanglin stood on the rooftop with their hands raised, their backs to the gamblers.

"Let's jump from there." The gambler shook his black muzzle and looked at the edge of the roof.

Really greedy.

Forcing the two to jump off the building, tomorrow the broadcast will say that they committed suicide, they will automatically give up the game, and the gambler's name will not be mentioned, so he will not be able to draw hatred for him.

"I don't know who you are yet." Shu Xingmi said, his tone was unhurried, as easygoing as if he happened to strike up a conversation with a stranger in a bar.

He also wanted to gamble.

Anyway, it has reached this point, if you don't gamble, you will have no chance.

"It's not necessary, so what if you know?"

"That way I can die with a better understanding. At least, I know who ended me. If you can fulfill my wish, I will be very grateful to you."

This statement stirs up the gambler's masculine pride.

I already have a gun, so are you afraid that he will take a look at it?

"Okay, turn around, I'll let you take a look, and you can get on the road after you see clearly."

Holding guns in both hands, the gambler posed a handsome pose, blinked his left eye at Shu Xingmi, and laughed loudly, "Are you surprised?"

Shu Xingmi couldn't help laughing: "It was indeed a pleasant surprise."

Then he rushed directly at the gambler, kicked off the gun in his hand in no less than three moves, and held it in his own hand.

"Remember in your next life, you have to put the safety on before shooting." Shu Xingmi demonstrated, and the pistol made a crisp clicking sound.

Zhanglin slapped the hands that were originally raised, as hard as he could.