Honkai is the demon of fire

Maybe we should investigate and kill the guy who dropped the Herrscher of Ice.

Chu Ge narrowed his eyes slightly, and gently stroked his chin with his right hand, as if he was thinking deeply. It was definitely not because he had faintly smelled the hidden fun behind his back!

007. Chase

There was a slight vibration in the pocket, and Chu Ge calmly glanced at Mebius.

"I'll take a call."

"Um"

Mebius nodded, playing with the scalpel in his hand, with the belly of his index finger against the back of the scalpel, and the tip of the knife kept moving back and forth on the body of the Herrscher of Ice.

The gaze seems to be appreciating a piece of art, or a treasure.

"Don't dissect the corpse at night, and be careful that you won't be able to sleep when you go back." Chu Ge took out his mobile phone and frowned slightly.

"Okay, I'll listen to you this time."

Mebius put away the scalpel and leaned against the experimental subject next to him, with his two slender legs draped together.

Her skin was as white as snow, her cold face remained unchanged, and her black knee socks shimmered under the light.

In fact, she enjoyed spending time with Chu Ge very much.

Even if they look at each other silently.

Hum, when is Chu Ge's birthday?

It seems that he has never mentioned it before. At first, he only knew that a special day would come, and he chose to be in a daze all day alone.

Seeing the name on the caller ID, Chu Ge's face was slightly moved.

Because it says the idiot trio.

"Hey, what can I do for you?"

"Um, Boss... Boss, good evening." On the other end of the phone, Rasu's voice was a little nervous, and he even wiped the phone screen.

"So you guys are calling, do you want to ask if I'm having noodles or dumplings tonight?"

Chu Ge rubbed his forehead, if he called because of these boring questions.

He absolutely wanted these three idiots to recall the memory of Long Yan burning his head.

"Wait! Boss, don't be angry!"

Rasu quickly begged for mercy, twisted his head, and looked behind him.

A room similar to a detention cell, with extremely smooth walls, bright beams of light hitting the metal floor, and a reclining chair in the center of the room, on which is a pale male wearing a restraint suit.

Holding up his black trousers, Zhou donated his own belt and reinforced another belt for the man.

Ah Fen was trying to identify the medicine in his hand, holding a white medicine bottle in each hand, a bit confused which bottle was the sleeping pill.

Seeing this appearance, Rasu quickly turned his head and lowered his voice quietly.

"Boss, are you chasing moths?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

Suddenly thinking of something, the expression on Chu Ge's face changed suddenly, his eyes became sharper, and he began to wonder if these three live treasures were admitted to the Moth of the Fire.

What kind of ghost organization!

There are not as many Konoha Rebels as Moths Chasing Fire.

Rasu's face suddenly collapsed, stretched very long, and he kept explaining:

"Boss, there are many reasons for this! Just, we accidentally caught a member of Flaming Moth."

"We are now trying to learn hypnotism to make him forget the memory of meeting us, so Ah Fen is planning to feed him sleeping pills."

You know hammer hypnotism!

Don't make me a fool!

Chu Ge's face darkened, and he turned his back to prevent Mebius from seeing him.

"How did they get to Twilight Street?"

"I, we don't know either. The patrol team clashed with them and wounded a maid with a gun."

Rasu tried his best to recall the battle report submitted by his subordinates.

Suddenly remembered a piece of information above.

"Boss! They seem to be investigating something, and they are planning to assassinate someone. They are carrying a lot of heavy weapons and a ten-kilogram C4 bomb."

"So you beat people and arrested one?"

Chu Ge sighed slightly, but immediately noticed something was wrong, as if some information had been omitted.

The Ice Herrscher was killed by a mysterious guy, and the members of the Moth who suddenly appeared on Twilight Street, two seemingly unrelated things, seemed to be connected by some invisible thread.

And it can be concluded with a [-]% certainty that the Fire Chasing Moth members caught by Lasu and the others belong to the poisonous chrysalis.

Suddenly being attacked by unknown forces in Twilight Street, the remaining Dark Chrysalis members might report to the old man.

"Mobile the Ghost Ninja Corps to find people, notify the subordinates to implement military control on the streets, block the network signal for me by the way, and issue free concert tickets to tourists."

Putting down the phone, Chu Ge turned around and shrugged helplessly at Mebius, apologizing slightly.

"Sorry, the industry has encountered some minor problems, and I need to go there to deal with them."

"Why are you apologizing?"

Mebius tilted his head slightly, crossed his arms, and the majestic snow-capped mountains overflowed slightly.

The green and pink pupils turned pink, like a snake ready to go, with a sly look at the corners of its mouth.

Chu Ge rubbed his chin, and gradually became serious, "I probably haven't been with you for a long time."

"Then next time, let's have dinner together."

Because he used the Eye of Aurora to make a sneak attack, Mebius can be quite sure that Wei Wei is just working honestly under Chu Singer.

There is no threat to her at all!

As for the little girl named Hua, hehe, don't worry.

Absolutely, absolutely impossible!

"I'll send you back to rest first, and then rush over there."

……

Seeger hurried back to the hotel from the street with a hurried expression. This small hotel is a little old, the signboard is faded, with sporadic rust.

The elderly boss was also drowsy, staying behind the counter, scrolling through short videos.

Seeing Sig walking in from the outside, the boss suddenly became agitated, completely relieved of sleepiness, and called out Sig who was about to go upstairs.

"This guest, wait!"

"Boss, what's the matter?"

Seeger, who stopped suddenly, was expressionless, but his heart was quietly tense.

The hands in the pockets of the clothes were pinching the medicine, and the palms were slightly sweating.

"Someone came over this morning to ask, and the clothes described to you look alike, and what about the other guest? I don't think I've seen him come out today."

The boss looked Sig up and down with a scrutinizing look.

Immediately, he picked up his phone again and continued to scan short videos, showing an indifferent attitude.

"My hotel will be demolished next month, and the agreement has already been signed. I don't want to take care of your affairs, so leave early."

Seeger opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, but saw the boss's fat belly and slightly sparse head.

Nodding vigorously in silence, he took out a roll of banknotes from his pocket, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally placed them on the counter's table.

"Boss, we'll be leaving soon."

"If you have a particularly difficult matter, go to the police."

The boss didn't seem to see the money.

Uh, boss, the police can't control our affairs!

That is a poisonous chrysalis, a guy who tramples on the laws of the world and kills people like hemp.

"thank you boss!"

But the boss looked at the neat street outside, his eyes were a little lost.

"There used to be a group of extremely brutal and brutal mercenaries entrenched here, and then they were taken away overnight..."

008. A thousand calamities

The breath of sunshine remains in the bedding, the soft quilt, and the pillows that seem to be resting on a sea of ​​clouds.

The white-haired man opened his eyes and saw a strange ceiling.

After a brief shutdown of the brain, the white-haired man propped himself up with one hand, and touched his face with his right hand at the same time. The touch felt like metal.

He raised his head slightly and began to scan the room.

The bright sun outside the window is shining brightly, and the warm sunshine is sprinkled into the room complacently, and the white gauze curtain rises and falls in the wind.

There was a faint smell of disinfectant in the air, which wasn't unpleasant, but it wasn't good either.

The white-haired man began to lower his head, and suddenly found that his body was covered with medical bandages, and almost every inch of his muscles were tightly bound by the bandages, as if he were a mummy in an Egyptian pyramid.

At the last second when his consciousness disappeared, he seemed to see a black figure.

Then he was transferred to this strange room, and he didn't know anything about what happened in the middle.

The style of the room is also divided into simplicity, except for the hand-embroidered pictures hanging on the wall, what is left is a bouquet of flowers on the counter.

"No! Where is this place!"

The white-haired man shouted loudly in his heart, forcing his body riddled with holes to move.

After putting on the slippers, he straightened up slowly, and moved towards the door with difficulty, every step he took would make him clench his teeth.

Crunch!

The light blue composite panel door was pulled open, and the outside was a clean and shiny floor, and a spotless corridor.

There was no one in the simple nurse's station, and the leftover bread bags were randomly placed on the table before being thrown into the trash can.

The face under the mask of the white-haired man frowned.

Finally he came to the elevator, and he pressed the down key with his fingers hesitantly.

In the yard with a wide view, he finally saw other patients basking in the sun, as well as nurses, and everyone had a happy smile on their faces.

It was as if time stood still at this moment.

One of the young boys who could be described as immature saw the white-haired man with bandages on his face, and he trotted over quickly with an expression of astonishment.

"Wait! You can't get off the hospital bed yet, it's not good for the recovery of the injury."

"Little devil, where is this!"

The white-haired man was merciless, and his heart seemed to be burning with endless anger.

"I'm not called a brat! My name is Sith, and I'm one of the nurses in the nursing home." Sith retorted.

"I didn't ask that!"

The white-haired man became more and more impatient, but the pain in his body made his attention gradually diverge.

"Shouldn't you state your name before asking someone?"

Sith folded his arms, looking awe-inspiring.

"Thousands of calamities."