Chapter 368 Undercurrent
Chapter 369 Appearance

All hell breaks loose.

The entire industry city is in complete chaos.

The shadow of death hangs over everyone.

The dark clouds gradually blocked the sunlight, and the city was gloomy.

Yecheng has never been a peaceful city.

Bizarre murders, strange urban legends, and dangerous criminal organizations are all hidden amid its bustling traffic and flashing neon lights.

Today, it is a disaster for ordinary people.

But for others, it’s a feast!
In the quiet corners of the narrow streets, a few wild cats occasionally pass by.

A few crows flew under the low eaves, adding a sense of danger and weirdness.

The dangerous speech of Solitaire drove the residents out of the house, looking for a group of nine people.

This street is an extremely poor neighborhood in Yecheng. Both sides of the street are filthy, but now, neatly dressed residents and ragged homeless people gather together to "keep each other warm".

However... there were also some sneaky people who hunched over, hiding in the darkness, glancing at everyone dangerously.

At this time, a tall man in a black windbreaker walked slowly from the depths of the alley in a strange but elegant posture.

He was very thin, with long, slightly curly hair falling on his back. His body was slightly leaning forward, and as he walked forward, his shoulders trembled slightly, as if he was coughing.

The person with ulterior motives hiding in the dark accidentally caught a glimpse of the man's face, his face turned pale and he dared not look at him any longer.

At this time, nine people gathered behind a rolling shutter door on the street.

The dim orange light illuminated the long black iron table, on which lay a drawing.

The eight people's eyes were all on the only man sitting there.

Only the man sitting there was wearing a decent suit.

"This is an opportunity," the man in a suit looked at the people around him seriously. "No matter who that person on TV is, this is a great thing for the nine of us. Yecheng is basically paralyzed now. We have only one goal: go to the bank, get the money, and leave. Do you understand?"

The men in suits responded in unison: "Understood!"

"Boom-"

Almost at the same time as they answered, the rolling door made a loud noise and broke open.

The dim skylight was reflected behind the person who came.

A thin, slender man, with his body slightly leaning forward, raised his right hand and held the rolling door.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

A slight cough came from his throat, and his long, slightly curly hair trembled with his cough.

"who!"

The big man in a suit who was leading the group suddenly stood up!

The eight people around immediately pulled out their pistols and pointed them at the shutter door.

"Cough cough..."

The man released his hand that was holding up the rolling door and walked out from the door into the orange light.

At this moment, everyone could see clearly the face of the thin man in front of them.

So white... not a trace of blood!
What's even more strange is that his mouth is unusually red, as if... it was covered with blood.

Under the orange light, the man slowly raised his head.

In a pair of bloodshot eyes...half calm, half crazy!

After taking a glimpse of the group's tense and serious expressions, he smiled, licked his already bright red lips, and whispered, "Shoot?"

It was a very clear voice, but the tone was full of weirdness. Coupled with his pale skin and creepy temperament, it really made this group of people dare not act rashly.

"You think I dare not?"

The leading man in a suit was not easily frightened. He immediately loaded his gun and walked directly to the man, pointing the muzzle of the gun directly at his forehead.

However, the man ignored his threat and directly grabbed the drawing on the table and took a look at it.

"Robbing a bank?"

He seemed to be asking, but before waiting for the other party to answer, he laughed twice in a low voice: "What a pitiful ambition."

"Oh shit--"

Everyone in the room was immediately enraged, and all their bullets were loaded and pointed at the man.

"Believe it or not, if you play tricks again, I will beat you to death today!"

"is it?"

The man raised his eyes to look at the man in the suit, seemed to feel a little uncomfortable, and pushed forward, actually knocking the gun in front of his forehead back.

"you……"

The man in the suit glared and was about to say something, but suddenly! His eyes blurred and he felt a sharp pain in his wrist!
The hand holding the gun lost strength instantly.

However, there was no sound of the gun falling to the ground, and when the man in the suit came to his senses, his gun was against his own forehead.

The person holding the gun turned out to be the long-haired man opposite.

"Let him go!"

"Son of a bitch……"

"Put the gun down!"

The men in suits panicked.

“Who gave you the picture?”

The long-haired man ignored them and continued talking to himself.

"I... I don't know what you are talking about..."

With the gun pointed at his head, the man in the suit immediately started sweating.

"And... these guns," the long-haired man casually tapped the suit man's head with his gun, "you scum, you don't look like people who know how to use guns."

"Boss! I must kill him!"

"Damn, this grandson..."

"Shut up!"

The man in the suit yelled, and the room suddenly fell silent.

"A low-level crime driven by emotions," the man looked at the man in the suit with pity, "how pathetic."

"Who are you? A detective?"

The man in the suit was already extremely angry after being mocked by him.

"Me?" The man raised his head, his eyes, half calm and half crazy, as he scanned everyone's faces.

"A living dead."

The man in the suit smiled sarcastically and said, "So he's a lunatic."

"Shit, you suddenly come in and act like a ghost, go to hell!"

Next to him, a sturdy man suddenly glared.

However, before he could make an attacking move, he covered his throat and fell to the ground.

"H--help me--"

The sturdy man covered his throat desperately, his eyes were full of fear, blood foam kept flowing out of the corners of his mouth, and he fell to the ground crookedly.

Everyone looked at the long-haired man in horror. He had just quickly stretched out his left hand, and with three fingers he instantly crushed the strong man's Adam's apple...

"Do you understand what I mean?"

The long-haired man spoke again.

Although his tone was still calm, the man in the suit got goosebumps all over his body.

"Yes... a young man gave it to me... He wanted me to create a case and cause riots in the city..."

"Looks."

"I don't know... He was wearing a mask..."

"Why do you know he is a young man?" the long-haired man continued to ask.

"I saw his hands...his hands are very young...that's right!" The man in the suit wiped the sweat from his head, "He is a doctor, probably a surgeon!"

"reason."

"There are traces of long-term sutures on his fingers, and knife wounds on his hands..."

"very good."

The long-haired man smiled and slowly backed toward the door.

"I am satisfied. Now, continue your low-level criminal activities."

After saying that, he threw the gun casually, and the man in the suit hurriedly caught it. The group of people were about to shoot when they found that there was no one at the door.

……

At the end of the dark and narrow corridor, Yang Wanlong stood there quietly.

He held on to his last hope and wanted to find Bai Yanren to think of a solution.

However... when he entered the dark room, he discovered.

The door that locked Bai Yanren has been opened.

And there was no one in the house.

(End of this chapter)