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Chapter 102 The Mask Symposium

The black mask with the appearance of a ghost on the co-pilot looked at the big iron gate of Qiliu Factory, motionless,
"So hot?"

"I'm afraid." The factory manager was also very sincere, swallowed his saliva, and said forcefully, "I did something wrong... I didn't manage the factory well, and I even brought in the salt police."

The black mask turned his head, the vision in the car was dim, the eyeballs protruding from the sockets of the black mask, and the two protruding fangs on the mask's mouth were constantly provoking his fear.

A steady voice emerges from under the black mask,

"It's not an example."

In the crowded back row of the car, the factory manager's long Shuo sounded, halfway through.

On the white face mask on his right hand, he smiled strangely like an old bird. The eyes and mouth on the mask were all crescent-like openings. His eyebrows were curved and his eyes were smiling, but his tone did not give people a sense of kindness.

"We've only been out for a few days. Next time, let your wife wipe your sweat."

The factory manager trembled, and his words leaked,

"Thank you for your kindness, my lord. I left my hands behind. It's just that my old wife passed away a few years ago, and my subordinates have never reunited."

"I know."

The words of the white face mask made the director tremble again.

The black mask on the co-pilot waved his hand,
"It doesn't matter, it's just a matter of trying out the quality of these two new salt patrol officers."

In the driver's seat, the yellow-faced mask with the mouth tilted to the ears asked, "Should I go?"

"No need." The black mask shook his head and said, "Let's kill the chef first, I've seen it before. Deng Kaizhi, the five-changing crane hand."

The white-faced mask asked in surprise, "Deng Kaizhi?"

The painted face mask on the right side of the factory manager was also surprised, "Five-changing crane hands?"

The younger yellow-faced mask was silent for a moment before asking awkwardly, "Who?"

There are three masks in the car, Qi Qi turned to look at the yellow face mask, the car was quiet for a moment, the yellow face felt itchy on the face, subconsciously reached out to scratch, scratched on the mask made of poplar, the sound of wood grinding, To highlight his embarrassment, he said angrily,
"Who the hell?"

Wuchang Crane Hand Deng Kaizhi, a native of Fujian Province, has refined Shihequan.Because his wife's family is in Yujiang, she came to Yujiang to visit her relatives seven or eight years ago, and by chance, she stayed in Yujiang to open a restaurant.

Shihequan, also known as Chaohe and Bihe.One of the four branches of Crane Fist in Fujian Province.

It is different from Zong Hequan's swiftness and fierceness, but it lures the enemy steadily.The hardness and softness of Feihe Fist is good.The Minghe Fist's arrow is powerful, and it captures it horizontally and straightly.

The characteristic of Shihequan is "drying it for food". The five elements change with the hand, and the roots take root on the feet.

Wubian Crane Hand sounds quite ordinary, but it can be nicknamed by the striking skill characteristics of Shihequan "Shihebian, Wuxingbian". It is conceivable that Deng Kai must have practiced Shihequan, and there are three flavors in it.

When Deng Kai and Yu Jiang opened the gym, they defeated seven martial artists in a row in a day, and became famous for a while, but the business of the martial arts hall was not good.People in Yujiang are exclusive.

What's more, within a few months of opening the museum, someone shot him with a black gun. The bullet knocked off his knee. He became crippled.

The black mask smiled brightly,
"Hey, Duansongshou, who became a Qi trainer, and Wuchang Craneshou, who became a ghost..."

"Who is Duansong?" the yellow-faced mask asked again.

Three masks of different colors and shapes all turned to look at him again.

The black mask didn't bother to say much, and the white mask explained to him,

"Have you heard of Nan Yu Sanying? Shi Hai, the leader of Nan Yu Sanying, is nicknamed Duan let go. Now his alias is Shi Dahai. Among the two patrolmen, the one who talks less, looks drunk...don't look at his frustrated look... , the master is coming."

The yellow-faced mask muttered, "Damn it. A crippled chef, a drunkard cop... what about the other young policeman? Could it be that he's also a master at hiding?"

"Have you ever seen this young policeman... a master? Maybe, after all, the second anti-smuggling team recruits people, not ordinary people. But you say high?"

The white-faced mask chuckled, "Let's see who it's for."

"to us?"

"Pawn."

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The sign at the entrance on the first floor reads "Workers' Canteen".

"Crack."

Wu Qing entered the door and turned on the light switch on the right.

He found out the terrain of the canteen building and the positions of the light switches from his inspection of Xiaojiangkou.

Under the dim yellow light.

Shi Dahai buttoned up his shoes and pulled up his heels.

Broken tables, chairs and dishes were overturned in the building, and they fell on one after another, criss-crossing, on the bloodstains as wide as a person, and the bloodstains spread from the ground to the wall.

The wall looks like a sieve-shaped depression after being hit by iron rain, and there are dried blood in the sieve-shaped holes.Horrifying.

Someone was hit by a ghost and hit a wall, but he didn't slip off the wall. Instead, he was nailed to the wall by the ghost that was chasing him, and pierced through it non-stop.

The piercing power is so great that it can directly penetrate the human body and penetrate into the wall.

After the lame old Deng, the two chefs and four inspectors who died were all covered in blood.This corresponds to it.

Generally speaking, soul-body ghosts are invisible and invisible. Even if they appear temporarily, they will cause damage to the surrounding environment, and the impact will not be so wide.

Wu Qing's line of sight extended to the bottom of the first floor.

The stairway leading to the second floor was blocked by an iron door, but at this time the iron door was open, and there was a sign on the door leaf,

"Workers are not allowed to enter the steward's canteen."

Don't worry about scarcity but inequality. As long as the workers don't see that the stewards eat better than the workers, the workers won't be disturbed by it.

Wu Qing's black umbrella was tied to his back with a three-strand hemp rope. From the moment they entered the door, Wu Qing and Shi Dahai took out their pistols.

Wu Qing held a gun in his right hand and a compass in his left hand. He fought 12 cautiously, with eyes like a lone wolf, and walked slowly from the gate to the hall.

The cafeteria building was built entirely of bricks, and the hard rubber soles of two pairs of black leather shoes knocked on the concrete floor. The dull sound could radiate to the wall, and hit back with a little echo.

There is also a small cubicle on the right side of the first floor of the cafeteria.

Wu Qing and Shi Dahai walked towards the cubicle.

The compass turned faster and faster. Suddenly, both Wu Qing and Shi Dahai stopped and looked up at the ceiling.

"Dong dong dong."

Wu Shi's footsteps stopped, but the footsteps on the second floor above the ceiling remained the same.

Just upstairs.

Wu Qing and Shi Dahai looked at each other, and then quickly glanced at the little compass.

The height of one floor shall not exceed four meters.It is already within the range that the instrumental compass can accurately detect.

Swinging around within the range of the Twelve Pointer Mountains, there is a high probability of corpses turning into ghosts with a second-level ghost.

A team of salt patrols, or a single seasoned salt patrol can solve the range.

Wu Qing and Shi Dahai quickly changed directions, trotted a few steps to the front of the stairs, sprinted up the stairs, and when they were still on the steps, Wu Qing's ears twitched and asked suddenly,

"If there are many ghosts, what will the little compass show?"

"According to the most powerful display...why ask this?"

As soon as Shi Dahai, who went up the stairs side by side with Wu Qing, finished speaking, his ears quivered, and his head popped out of the stairs, peeping the scene on the second floor.

Three or four blood-stained figures quietly surrounded a corpse-turned-ghost that was jumping like a jumping god. It was jumping from the ceiling. After smelling the scent of strangers, its scarlet eyes looked at it with a smile. come over.

(End of this chapter)