Hu Fu Wu Bei Zhao Nianxia

"No, what are you talking about? Why don't you leave it there and make a wish? Why is the food in the detention center not good? Don't be impulsive!"

Hearing Er Yang's inexplicable words, Wu Bei hurriedly asked questions.

But he didn't get any response, so he hung up the phone directly, and when he called again, it was temporarily unavailable.

"What is this guy doing?"

Wu Bei scratched the back of his head, his forehead was full of question marks.

He could feel that something was wrong with Eryang, but he never expected how serious it was.

Jincheng Er looked at the infirmary and saw Eryang jumping from the window. Several guards ran down in a hurry, leaving behind the captain who was in charge of the shift. He looked at the helpless doctor with his back against the corner with a serious expression and said coldly: "Doctor Lu, You can explain this to the higher-ups yourself, I’m not afraid of you eating it, but why don’t you wipe your mouth clean, if the whistleblower can notify us, he can notify the higher-ups.”

Dr. Lu was momentarily stunned, feeling dizzy, and almost collapsed to the ground.

"Wang Dui, you have to help me figure out a way. We have been friends for so many years. If the superior finds out, I will be ruined. If it weren't for the money my child needs to find a job this year, I would definitely not be obsessed with money."

Doctor Lu anxiously grabbed him.

"Is there anything I can do? The most important thing right now is to pray that Eryang is fine, otherwise I will be implicated too, and then you can find a way to beg him to stop talking nonsense. As long as he doesn't admit it, it's not a big deal. Hurry up and spit it all out."

Dui Wang stretched his head out of the window, first took a look at Eryang, who was covered in blood from the fall, and had fainted, then leaned over to Dr. Lu and whispered something in Dr. Lu's ear.

"Yes, yes, as long as Eryang doesn't talk nonsense, others will have no evidence. Thank you, Lao Wang. I must treat you to a good meal after the matter is over."

Doctor Lu, who was in a hurry, came back to his senses, and ran out of the door.

Staring at his back, Wang Dui's face showed a faint arc, and soon disappeared without a trace. He pulled out the walkie-talkie behind his waist and shouted: "The emergency team hurry up and come to the medical room. A suspect just accidentally fell from a building and needs to be sent to the police hospital immediately..."

On the other end, in the corridor of a guest house in Shangjing.

After calling more than ten times in a row, but still unable to contact Eryang again, Wu Bei had to temporarily withdraw all his energy to think about how to deal with Ma Han next.

If Eryang's analysis is correct, then Ma Han is the one to blame, and the problems before him will also increase. First of all, whether Ma Han knows that he is being used by others is related to whether Luo Tian is in his hands. Or was it "coincidentally" arranged to be here, and the second is whether to tell Ma Han that he has become a pawn of a certain black hand, tell him, will he believe it?

Finally, there is the problem of Luo Tian. The entire hostel has seven or eight floors, and there are nearly a hundred rooms in total. He and Xu Zitai are just looking for each floor. It is estimated that the police will arrive at the beginning. If the other party takes the opportunity to move away Luo Tian, ​​they really became a needle in a haystack.

"No, we have to change the plan and let Ma Han join the search and rescue team."

After thinking about it for a long time, Wu Bei poked out the cigarette butt and made up his mind.

Letting Ma Han participate in it meant that he had virtually dispelled the suspicion for the other party. Although Wu Bei was particularly unhappy in his heart, it was a helpless move.

"Brother, do you have any specific tricks?"

Xu Zi was too curious to ask.

"Room 666 is far away, so don't worry too much about it. Now go and knock on the door of Room 888 separately, and then try to lure all the people in the room away."

Wu Bei licked his lips and made a sound.

"Myself?"

Xu Zitai sneered a little hypocritically.

"How about I hire some more cheerleaders for you?"

Wu Bei squinted and sneered.

"no, I'm fine."

Xu Zi shook his head in too much haste, and walked towards room 888 with three steps and three turns. After standing silently at the door for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage to clap.

"Who are you looking for?"

Soon a shirtless and muscular man asked a question with such a face.

"Brother, do you think there is a possibility that I want to provoke you for a while?"

Looking at the man who was half his head taller, with swollen chest muscles that could compete with a Victoria's Secret model and look like a bodybuilder, Xu Zitai's aura instantly dropped by half.

"what?"

The other party was a little confused.

"Do you know what a venom warrior is? Be optimistic! Drink... Bah!"

Xu Zitai seemed to be lucky, his Adam's apple wriggled a few times, and then jumped up violently, spraying a mouthful of scorched yellow sticky phlegm with incomparable precision directly on the opponent's forehead.

The old phlegm was about the size of a one-yuan coin, hanging on the opponent's forehead impartially, like Erlang God who had opened his eyes. Before the man could react, Xu Zitai flirted with him!

"Fuck Nima!"

After being stunned for three or four seconds, the man frantically chased him out, making the ground thump and thump, one can imagine how angry he was.

"God damn Venom Warrior!"

Seeing the two racing each other down the stairs one after the other, Wu Bei couldn't help but smile, then went straight to room 999, kicked the door and yelled: "The people in the room put on their clothes. .”