The Underworld Detective

I didn't expect it, it was the Jiangbei crippled knife again, the cause of the dog trainer's death was not publicly disclosed by the police, it seems that they counted this amount to me.

I held the phone tight and said, "Does my bone mean anything to you? I'm not a rare blood type, bone marrow has no medical value, and I'm not a skeletal stranger. ”

Huang Quan bought the bone man and said in a shady way: "Song Dashen Tang, you are wrong, you should not ask what the use is, but should ask, what will I do to you after I buy this bone? ”

I was impatient: "Stop selling! ”

“When the first bone is in hand, I will reward your second bone, by analogy, until you end up with only a piece of flesh that can't support your body. Ha ha, I can't wait to see you like that! ”

Come on, there was a rave of laughter on the phone, which made me feel creepy.

Roughly calculated, I would probably die if I lost dozens of bones, and this torture cost hundreds of millions of dollars, and it seems that this person, whether financial or perverse, is unimaginable to ordinary people.

I hung up the phone, took out my card and broke it by a fold. At this point, a taxi came from the other side of the road, not very fast.

I realized that this was an opportunity to get rid of the crowd and run quickly to the road ahead. The grass in front of him made a loud noise, and a flying needle lashed in.

But the needle didn't hit me because he and I were both in motion.

Looking at me and the taxi were about to get together, I was in a hurry, came out of the bush, stopped me from going, and I had a fine tube in my mouth. I opened the eyes of Pluto violently, shocked, took a sip of cool air, and sucked the needle into my throat, wrapping my neck around the ground painfully.

After using the eyes of the Pluto, I felt my head faint as if the ground was shaking violently under my feet!

My body is weak and I can no longer use the eyes of the Pluto.

As I walked by, I reached for something and ran to the street, waving hard to show the taxi to stop.

The taxi headlight flashed twice, approaching the stop, the driver was a very gentle looking middle-aged man with a Fujian accent and asked: "Brother, where are you going so late? ”

I thought about it. I lost contact with Song Xingsheng at the moment, but it was too dangerous to go back to him. After all, these criminals came after me. So the best solution is to get out of the middle of nowhere, go straight to the city, contact the police, and I'll be safe.

I said, "Take me to Jianyang City. ”

The driver measured me up and down, and I knew I looked a little slutty, and he shook his head and said, "No, I can't let anybody get in the middle of this wilderness. I'm still in a hurry to get home. Why don't you find someone else to take you home?" ”

Come on, the car was going to start, I rushed to the front of the car, showed my advisor's ID, made up a set of lies to carry out the mission, the driver believed that I was not a bad person, let me in.

When I got in the car, I grew relaxed and felt exhausted. The driver handed over a cup of water and said, "Comrade police, would you like a drink? ”

“Okay, thanks! ”

I unscrewed the lid and though I was thirsty and smoking, I didn't dare drink it. The driver glanced at me from the rear-view mirror and looked at me in a strange way. I poured a little water from the cup and pretended to drink it, then screwed it back to him.

Taxis drive fast on country trails and the silence in the cabin is a little disturbing! Maybe I'm seriously suspicious and the driver has an honest face, but I just don't feel right.

He turned on the radio and chatted with his colleagues, mainly saying that he was just casual.

After a few intersections, I gradually figured out the pattern, and I coldly said: “Every time you walk through a intersection, you have to talk, sometimes just say two words, sometimes three words. You're actually telling your partner where you're going, aren't you? It's not new, and I've used it. ”

The driver looks stuck: “Dude, what are you talking about? ”

And I suddenly asked, "Are you running to the bounty, too? ”

In the rearview mirror, the driver's eye corner muscles sucked, but his mouth arrowly denied: “Did you get your head stuck in the door, I can't even understand you! ”

I said, "Consider me suspicious, get off here, the fare won't be short. ”

“It's not up to you!” The driver laughed and suddenly stepped on the acceleration of the taxi, which I almost put on the seat.

“Don't struggle," the driver said. "I just gave you some medicine in the water. Do you feel heavy in the head? Sleep tight, wake up and I'll make sure nothing happens. ”

I said coldly, "Do you really think I drank it? ”

“It doesn't matter if you drink or not. The speed of this car is 100 km/h. If you dare to do anything, destroy it immediately!” The driver murdered Baba's warning.

I mean my right hand: "Come for this. How much is it worth now? ”

“You know, 25 million, tsk, I never dreamed that someone would pay so much for a bone. ”

I think I know how to raise the price. Every hour, the price goes up by a million, and every time someone tries to fail, it goes up by a million. I've been up for ten hours now, and there's five people coming back and forth to take my bones!

I pulled something out of my pocket, and I picked it up from me, the little leather bag he was carrying, and it was filled with fine tubes that sealed the flying needle.

These tubes come in two colors, red and green, and I noticed that the mouth was green before, and probably green was anesthetic.

I put a green tube between my lips, pounding at the driver's back neck, and the driver shouted and covered his neck and drank: “What are you doing? ”

“Treat them as human beings, you get the anesthetic now, you'll fall asleep.” I said.

“Do you know where you are? I'm the one driving!” The driver roared.

“Are you willing to put your life in there for 20 million dollars to make money for your people? And they don't want my life. If I die, this bone won't change for money. You die for nothing.” I mock word for word.

“Harder than that, huh?” The driver roared, “I'm tougher than you. ”

He rushed the speed to 120 kilometers every hour. I've dealt with criminals too much. This man is not such a thug at first glance. At best, he's a fraudster. Ants are still in trouble. He won't give his life for nothing.

Though I'm playing against him, I'm perfectly sure.

Gradually, the driver began to lose support, his head swinging up and down. The car rocked dangerously around the pavement, luckily there was no car on the trail. The driver shook his head desperately, slapped himself in the face with his hands and his eyelids grew heavier.

The speed slowly slowed down and finally stopped at the side of the road. The driver couldn't get his mouth straight: “Boy, you're rude!” Then one fell on the steering wheel.