Enchanter

Chapter [-] clues

He was touching his hand, but found that the arm was gone.

I checked my whole body, only to find that there was nothing but my head.He just kept dangling his head in mid-air, like a ghost.

"Ghost, ghost, kill, kill." The sound of fighting continued to come from all directions, reaching his ears, and then, thousands of people rushed up with shining machetes in their hands, facing him Just lost it.

The machete shone with white light, which was so dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes, so he had to turn around and run away quickly.

But the knowledge in his head was quietly suspended in mid-air, without the slightest movement, but the thousands of people saw flying towards him, and he still stared at the machete with pale eyes, motionless.

"Help, help." He shouted loudly, watching the machete approaching his body bit by bit, the feeling in his heart almost made him faint.

"Help, help." The voice seemed to be blocked in her throat, preventing her from making a sound. Although he tried his best, he only took two heavy breaths.

"What's going on? What's wrong with me?" Yin Hui's brain felt uncomfortable as if he lacked oxygen, and he turned his head around, trying to escape from the white shackles.

But helplessly, he couldn't turn around at all, so he could only watch helplessly as the machete hit his forehead.Blood flowed down from Auntie's forehead like a small river, and flowed into his eyes, making his eyes hurt, and flowed into his mouth. He could taste the sweetness mixed in the blood.

He thought this is the smell of blood, suddenly forgot the pain on the top of his head, greedily ### smelled the sweet smell of blood.

boom.

A beam of light directly hit his forehead, he was taken aback, and hurriedly shouted: "Help, help."

"Yin Hui, Yin Hui, what's the matter with you? Are you all right, are you all right?" The rough voice of the scalpel rang in his ears like a bomb, and Yin Hui who was in a coma hurriedly opened his eyes.

When he saw the bumpy face of the scalpel, he felt a strong sense of intimacy.

The pain in his head seemed to be exploding, and he tried to widen his eyes, fearing that if he closed his eyes, he would fall into the bewildered situation just now again.

"What's wrong with you, what were you struggling with just now?" Seeing Yin Hui sitting up from the bed, the scalpel asked mockingly.On TV, the male protagonist was fighting a group of dinosaurs. It seemed that Jurassic Park hadn't finished yet, and I had only slept for less than an hour.

"I had a nightmare." He answered briefly, out of breath.Only then did I realize that my whole body was covered in a layer of cold sweat, and I quickly touched it with my hand, and it was wet, and my clothes were stuck to my body.One can imagine the horror of nightmares.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" A blank piece of paper was stretched out in front of Yin Hui's eyes, with a line written on it.

"It's nothing, it's just a nightmare. Scalpel, type this sentence on the computer and show it to Qiao Ji."

He nodded, turned around and typed a line on the computer.

"So your name is Qiao Ji." While typing with a scalpel, he sighed, "I didn't expect there to be someone with the surname Qiao in this world. Oh, no, I remembered, isn't Qiao Feng also surnamed Qiao?" While talking, he shook his head to show how stupid he was.

"Dingling, Dingling." The old-fashioned voice from Yin Hui's old mobile phone sounded harsh.

"Who's calling?" The scalpel picked up the phone with a depressed face, and looked at it. Conan Doyle's name was displayed on it.

"Conan Doyle? It must be a mission." Yin Hui said and connected the phone.

"Hey, Conan Doyle, what's the matter?"

"Yin Hui, let's gather." Conan Doyle asked concisely, without saying a word of nonsense, not even saying hello.

He understands that people like Conan Doyle are capable and concise, they pay attention to efficiency in doing things, and they don't know how to greet their subordinates.This point is comparable to that of thorns, and it is estimated that he learned from thorns.

"Okay, I'll be right there." After hanging up the phone, she yawned for a long time and looked at the scalpel: "What? Are you going?"

"Go, of course, his mother's Qiao Ji is here to watch over me, so I don't dare to be lazy." The scalpel sat up from the bed while talking: "How did you get here?"

"Of course I came by car." He walked out while talking.

Yin Hui briefly explained to Qiao Ji, and followed her out.

Although he was worried about Qiao Ji, he couldn't stay here 24 hours a day.He decided to deal with Qiao Ji after finishing this matter.

He suddenly remembered something, and he retracted his foot from the door again and asked, "Qiao Ji, do you know a Japanese named Shanbian Youyuan?"

Seeing Qiao Ji's bewildered face, he realized that Qiao Ji didn't understand Chinese. He went to the computer and typed this line: "Do you know a Japanese named Shanbian Youyuan?"

Qiao Ji shook her head again and again: "I don't know."

"Oh, that's good." He said and left the room in a hurry.

Qiao Ji looked at the two leaving figures, a faint smile appeared on her cheeks.

The scalpel sitting in the car, his arm snorted his clothes from time to time, as if something was stained on the clothes.

"What's the matter? What are you doing with your clothes?" Seeing the strange movement of the scalpel, Yin Hui in the passenger seat asked curiously.

"How did I find out that I have such a thick mist? I haven't touched water all day?"

When Yin Hui heard the word water mist, he felt refreshed as if he had been struck by an electric shock, and hurriedly leaned over his face, wanting to see what was going on with the layer of water mist.

Because when I left here last time, I also felt a layer of water mist covering my body. Although there was nothing strange about it, I still felt something was wrong.

The white, translucent water layer seemed to float around his clothes, quietly covering him.And with the passage of time, the layer of water mist also gradually faded away until there was no figure left.

"It's strange, I have encountered this kind of situation before. But I didn't take it seriously, I just regarded it as the morning dew. But now the sun is so bright, how can there be dew?"

He also insisted on looking up at the big sun.The sun was shining, as radiant as it was about to evaporate all the water in the world.

"Forget it, don't worry about this for now, let's report to Conan Doyle, so that Conan Doyle won't get angry." The scalpel didn't care, but drove towards the general office wholeheartedly.

Soon, the car stopped at the door of the Daxing Branch of the National Security Bureau.Following the complicated procedures, they entered the general office, only to find that everyone had already assembled, waiting for Yin Hui and the scalpel.

This is not surprising, after all, they are all in the villa, they are together, and they come here together.The scalpel and Conan Doyle are different.

"Scalpel, why can't I call you?" Conan Doyle asked sternly.

"I lost my phone..." He said the reason he had prepared.

"Lost it? Is this a reason? Next time, you will be fined one month's salary like this." She snapped, "Return to the team."

The scalpel seemed to have been forgiven, and hurried into the neat line.

"Yin Hui, you should return to the team too." Conan Doyle looked at Yin Hui.

As a candidate for the team leader, Conan Doyle gave Yin Hui enough face, so that when he takes office in the future, his subordinates will be able to deter him and submit to him.

He nodded, and then got into the team.

"This mission is of great significance. Even the deputy leader of Thorn came down to guide the work in person. I hope you can show all your abilities this time and let the superiors see how powerful our incredible team is." Conan Doyle encouraged everyone .

"Understood." Everyone nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, as long as you understand, it's working time now, and you are ready to perform tasks at any time. However, a few people worked overtime last night, so let's take a rest here first, and the others are working normally. After receiving the task of Thorn , we can dispatch at any time."

After finishing speaking, Conan Doyle walked to the sofa first, his head lowered in a daze.Yin Hui is also weak. Although he rested for an hour just now, his body is still a little weak. In addition to the nightmares, it is better not to rest.

He also sat on the sofa where Conan Doyle was sitting, ready to take a nap.

Soon, he entered the dream again.

A slight snoring sound came from his mouth, echoing in the huge hall.

Snapped.

The hall was very quiet, and there was no one talking, so this strange sound was very surprising.

The scalpel was first attracted by the strange sound, and hurriedly turned around.

The scene in front of him made him blush.

Maybe because of the deep sleep, Conan Doyle actually slumped in Yin Hui's arms while he was asleep, and seemed to enjoy this position very much. He hugged the soft cushion with his hands lovingly, and even flowed out from his mouth. Drooling.

At this moment, he is as pure as a gentle little girl.

At this time, Yin Hui's eyes opened.He seemed to have noticed Conan Doyle lying on his lap for a long time, with a dazed face, looked at her at a loss, then looked up at the scalpel, and smiled wryly.

"Okay boy, this small body is full of charm, and he has good luck every day. I even wonder if you have taken away my good luck." While talking, he sighed again and again, and he also lamented God's injustice in his heart.

"Ghosts are willing to be a human bench. I'm still too weak to move. I want to find a human pillow to lean on."

"Tch, don't pretend to be hypocritical here, who doesn't know the little tricks in your heart." The scalpel cursed, ignored him, and turned to continue working.

Yin Hui had no choice but to resist sleepiness and keep his figure, so as not to wake up Conan Doyle if he wavered later.

Keeping this posture all the time, he also cultivated a little drowsiness, and slowly closed his eyes, preparing to rest his overworked brain.

But as soon as the eyes were closed, there was a sound in the passage.He opened his eyes suddenly, realizing that someone had entered the passage.

It's just that the members of the incredible group are all there, so who will come in?He couldn't help staring at the door with wide eyes.

The rest of the people also got ready to attack one after another, took up weapons in their hands, and pointed the dark wall hole at the door.Yin Hui also picked up a small gun and pointed it at the door, just waiting for the other party to show up.

Whoosh, whoosh.

The heavy semi-circular door made a sound similar to people panting.

Thorn's beautiful and slender devil body appeared at the door, and his handsome, mature and sunny face gave people a refreshing feeling.

Everyone hurriedly put away their weapons, gathered quickly, and saluted the army.

Thorn nodded, and did not greet everyone, but looked at Conan Doyle and Yin Hui who were sleeping soundly.

Thorn was surprised by the strange posture of the two of them, and went up to look curiously.