Otherworldly Merchant

Li Mazi was a little confused, but at first sight I was in such a hurry, I couldn't even ask in detail. I quickly grabbed the brake at the intersection and turned around and drove back.

Of course, I'm not suddenly out of my mind.

It was Van's words that shocked me!

In his dreams, he saw Li Mazidang as a monk, and Yin Xinyue flew like a fairy to the tree to pick peaches. Although I am not sure for the time being that this is true, it is not their past life or their present life. But in that dream, there was a muddy man, a tall, immortal figure, which forced me to revisit!

Anyone who just suddenly pointed out the window said that they had dreamed of him.

He locked a black child in a tiger cage and forced the curly child to run over the ground and break the glass. He had killed many people and there was blood everywhere...

Suddenly reminds me of someone - Reaper!

When Reaper captured these children from all over the world, he must have trained them one by one to become world-class killers in all sorts of cruel ways.

Wherever the words of Fan do not appear to be untargeted, the appearance of this man is no coincidence. Is this the true nature of the reaper that I have always wanted to pursue but have always had no clue to?

True or false, don't miss it!

We just drove out not far, but we could turn around and see that the guy was gone.

Li Mazi stopped the car and looked around, looking somewhat confused and asked: "Dude, where can I find it? ”

I closed my eyes and thought about the look of the guy's clothes.

Skinny individuals, slightly bald, cheekbones protruding, deep eye sockets. Apparently not a Nakahara figure from Henan, much like from the southwest.

Though he was young, he wore a peculiar necklace, which was very eye-catching, and his clothes were remarkably distinctive. And so it turns out, whether he's a Reaper or not, that this identity on the bright side is by no means an ordinary citizen.

He stood on the side of the road, his eyes were confused, and he looked at it four times, as if he could not see the direction.

An old man dressed as a fashionable man, standing on the streets of Henan without a clue, looking at what?

In his costume, he is of great value, he is not here to work, his decor is so exquisite, and naturally he is not a business traveler. He must have come all the way here for a very clear purpose, and it can be seen that he was not lost, but that he had no idea where to go.

What does he look at?

Yeah, man!

Someone's picking him up!

We just drove in front of him. It was only two or three minutes before and after that. At his walking speed, he would never have disappeared so fast. His head was a lot taller than normal people. If he still walked in the street, he could see it at a glance.

So you can see, he must have gone by car!

And it's definitely not random to stop a taxi - because even he doesn't know where he's going, otherwise he would have called.

So, in just a few minutes, the guy who picked him up happened to arrive, and he's gone.

On both sides of the road is a one-way line, which means that the car that picked him up was behind us, and just walked backwards across the guardrail. Starting from our turn, there were 89 cars across the street, a bus, two taxis, and the rest were private sedans.

And that guy is in one of these cars!

“Turn around! ”

I suddenly opened my eyes and shouted.

Li Mazi stunned and said with some surprise: “Little brother, this is a one-way line, we just got to the next intersection...”

“Forget it, turn around!” I urged aloud.

Li Mazi quickly turned the street and chased back against the traffic.

This is in the city, because of the limited speed, the vehicles traveling to and from are not driving fast. Only Li Mazi, under my repeated urging, completely disregarded the traffic rules. Overtaking the road backwards, he quickly chased to the next intersection, happened to catch the red light, all the vehicles were stopped by the zebra line.

I counted carefully, and the first time I looked back, the vehicles that passed backwards were still here.

Which means the suspicious old man is in these cars, but how do we find him?

Suddenly, my spirit flashed and I remembered the last time Han Lao Liu and I were in Korea making a scene on the streets. I immediately shook down the window and threw several spirit symbols out of my hand.

The red lights went out, the green lights went on, and all the vehicles slowly moved up again.

“Extremely!” I thumped.

The bus, which had just taken the zebra line and was about to turn, suddenly stopped, and the narrow body was blocked at the intersection and all the vehicles were impassable.

Because the car had just gotten off, the speed was not fast and nothing had happened, but the road was blocked immediately.

“Holy shit! What's wrong with you and him? Stop here for what? Stop.” Mazda followed closely behind the bus, the window rolled down, and a big fat man scolded very dissatisfied.

“That's it? Give him back the bus?” The taxi driver was also very dissatisfied.

Didi!

A crowd of blocked vehicles are also honking flutes, indicating their dissatisfaction.

The bus driver was also confused, tried the clutch again and increased the throttle, but no matter how hard he tried, he remained unresponsive. The bus that put out the fire was like a wall, sealed dead at the intersection.

What he didn't know, and what no one else could see, was that there were seven or eight kids, who died blocking the exhaust pipe with their mouths.

After another four or five minutes of waiting, the people on the bus were extremely dissatisfied with getting out of the car, and the car in the back was furious, but nothing could be done about it. One unknown vehicle after another continues to join the dragon, and no one can move.

I keep an eye on the suspicious vehicles, one by one.

Some of the taxi passengers couldn't wait to get out of the car with their suitcases, the fat man on the Mazda scolded and was bored, and some of the other people in the car shook open their windows and smoked, while others opened their doors and looked at their necks.

There's no such thing as a suspicious old man here.

Finally, there are two cars left.

In front is a black Baojun and in the back is a white Toyota.

Neither car shook open its windows, let alone walked down, and the silence was somewhat strange.

I pulled out two more charms and threw them at me.

Knock!

Bao Jun's headlights suddenly broke and fell to the ground. A large pit appeared in the rear compartment of Toyota, and the entire body suddenly swayed.

In the eyes of outsiders, it's like getting back in the front car, or a minor accident on the front roof of the back car.

The people in the two cars were unable to sit down, and they opened the doors and came out.

There was a young man walking out of the back of the car, and at first glance, there was still some familiarity. As soon as the door opened, when I saw the side face of the co-pilot, I suddenly remembered who they were!

Captain Wang of the Wuhan Narcotics Squad.

The last time Bao carved the bow, it was their hands that captured Wei Limp.

How did they get here? Are you pursuing a drug case?

And there were two people in the front car, one with long, yellow hair and earrings, and the other with glasses.

Because the car was far from us, far away from us, and I couldn't hear what they were saying. I saw the guy with glasses pull out his phone very quickly, swept it against the drug squad boy's phone, turned around and pulled some still uncomfortable yellow hair into the car.

Seems like this is not about making a big deal out of it, taking the initiative to admit it.

The young man from the Narcotics Squad naturally didn't want to expose himself, so he easily solved the mysterious collision.

Bao Jun's glass had a black film on it. I couldn't see what was going on there, but I already had it in my heart.

That old man, he's in this Po Jun!

Another ringing finger, the kids blocking the bus exhaust pipe scattered with the wind.

“Oh, what a ghost!” After another effort by the bus driver, the vehicle finally returned to normal and the passengers were long gone.

The bus crossed the sidewalk, the convoy was blocked for half a day and slowly moved, and the whole road returned to normal.

“Follow that Baojun.” I closed the window and told Mako Lee.