Silence for the rest of my life

Feng Zimo froze completely this time.

Ever since he came to Shunzhen Village, he always felt that something was wrong, so he was always on guard against accidents.Seeing this strange person at this time, I wanted to use my own hypnotic skills to send him to sleep, but I didn't expect that there was a mantis behind.

It seems that most of the people who followed him on the cement road just now held something against him.

"Who are you?" The cold thing moved away from his neck a little bit, and then a cold hand pinched his neck, the male voice asked him afterward.

"Who am I?" Feng Zimo couldn't tell, he was really just a master who came back to revisit his old place, who knew you two things would be on the stand!

"Let go of him, he has nothing to do with us," said the one-eyed man.

This sentence really worked, the cold fingers left his neck immediately, Feng Zimo rubbed his neck quickly, and looked back by the way.

Under the light, this person was dressed in a black denim suit, his face was very sharp and angular, but there was a sickness in it, as if he was sick.Feng Zimo looked at the man, and the man also looked at him. He first noticed Feng Zimo's eyes. They were a pair of eyes that were difficult to see through, and they were the eyes that belonged only to magicians when they showed their power.Secondly, the hands that Feng Zimo rubbed his neck, although wearing gloves, still looked delicate.

"Your hand..." The sickly man played with the knife in his hand and elongated his tone.

Feng Zimo waited for his overwhelming praise.Since he was a child, he has been praised by countless people because of his hands.

"My hand." Feng Zimo repeated.

"...why are you whining?" The sick man frowned.

Feng Zimo clenched his fists, held back his anger, and said calmly, "I don't know either."

The sick man turned to Cyclops, "Who the hell is this? The helper you found?"

Cyclops glanced at him, but asked calmly, "Do we two need help?"

"That's right..." The sick man covered his chest, coughed violently for a while, and continued his puzzlement, "Then who is this person?"

Feng Zimo looked at the two of them without saying a word, he vaguely felt that there must be something important behind the appearance of these two people.

——But no matter what the big event is, don't get involved with him, can you... He will have a performance after going back in a few days!

Before Cyclops could speak, Feng Zimo said, "I'm a passerby, passing by."

"Passing by here?" The sick man didn't believe it.

"I used to live here." Feng Zimo deliberately emphasized his status as the master, but Cyclops, who never wanted to hear this sentence, raised his head slightly and repeated slowly, "You used to live here?"

Feng Zimo immediately realized that something was wrong, but still bit the bullet and nodded, "...Is there any problem?"

Cyclops looked at the sick man, and it happened that the man also looked at him.

Feng Zimo suddenly had an urge to run, his eyes were unconsciously placed by the door, and the small calculations in his heart were crackling, weighing the pros and cons.

But in the next second, he was picked up by the sick man and thrown on the table to sit. The two faced each other, and the sick man looked at him with a smile, "What's your name?"

Feng Zimo bald, "Mo Zifeng."

The sick man was surprised, "Did you come from time travel?"

I can go to your uncle.Feng Zimo's Adam's apple twitched, "What are you doing? Do you have a problem with my name?"

"No." The sick man continued to look at him with a smile, "You are good at magic."

"No." Feng Zimo was modest.

"Have you ever learned hypnosis?"

"No, no." Feng Zimo dealt with him in a sloppy manner.

"Do you think we are crazy?" The sick man asked him.

Feng Zi fell silent, it turned out that they were still a little enlightened.He was slandering secretly, when suddenly the voice of Cyclops came, "Feng Zimo, 25 years old, a professional magician."

Feng Zimo turned his head in surprise, and saw Cyclops reading the Baidu Encyclopedia on his mobile phone, and couldn't help feeling dizzy, "That's not me."

Cyclops simply turned over the photos.

Feng Zimo couldn't justify himself, and fell silent again.Sure enough, there are many people who are popular.

"I said that you look familiar." The sick man smiled silently at Feng Zi after hearing Cyclops finished reading, "Good guy, dare to falsely report your name."

"That's my brother." Feng Zi remained silent.

"The only son in the family." Cyclops read again.

Feng Zimo raised his hands in surrender, "What exactly are you trying to do?"

The sick man took the words, with a sinister smile on his face, "We are missing one, are you interested?"

"No." Feng Zimo said firmly.

Cyclops suddenly said, "Here we come."

A few candles in the room were extinguished in an instant, and the surrounding was so quiet that no one dared to breathe out.

Cold fingers suddenly pressed Feng Zimo's neck. Before he could react, he was lifted into the air. After a few seconds of spinning, he hit the door curtain and was thrown out!

But this was not over yet, after hitting the curtain, he hit something again, a dull pain hit him after he landed, and in the blink of an eye, he knocked down a person.

But in a blink of an eye, Feng Zimo had already been lifted up by two other people, and something hard pressed against his temple, and he shouted in his ear, "It's you again!"

Feng Zimo calmed down, only then realized that he was being controlled as a hostage, and on his temple was a real pistol!

This fright was a bit violent, Feng Zimo almost gasped, "Brother, if you have something to say..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the sick young man and the one-eyed dragon coming out of the curtain on the opposite side, each holding a gun and pointing at this side!

What's the situation?A gunfight in the wilderness at night?

Feng Zimo felt like crying, he really just came back to look at the yard, why did such an incredible thing happen.

The sick man held his gun leisurely, "Let me remind you, he is a public figure. If you kill him, it will make headlines the next day. When it comes to you, don't cry."

Feng Zimo noticed that the gun against him was shaking, so he couldn't help but get nervous. Don't shoot him tremblingly. When the time comes, he will be shot. Who will he cry to?

"Grass your mother!" The man holding Feng Zimo was almost furious, "We have nothing to do with each other, what do you mean by obstructing us so many times?"

The sick man spread his hands, "Probably because I'm sick."

Just as Feng Zimo was about to laugh untimely, he caught a glimpse of the one-eyed dragon adjusting his gun posture. He closed his eyes instinctively, and in the next second, he heard a gunshot!

The gunshots sounded from beside him, obviously the person who was holding him was shot dead, and the other two obviously didn't even react, they just fired their guns indiscriminately, within a few seconds, the sick man had already rolled over Come here, hand over the gun to Feng Zimo, then hold his shoulder, adjust the angle slightly, and help him pull the trigger!

This shot was fired at the same time as Cyclops' second shot, and the two fell to the ground in the blink of an eye. Feng Zimo was still holding the gun and stood dumbfounded. The sick man had already pulled the gun out of his hand, smiling. Patted him on the shoulder, "Okay buddy, we are all murderers who have killed people, and we will be grasshoppers on the same front from now on!"

Feng Zimo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly yelled, scolding his mother and kicking the sick man, "I'm a grasshopper! You're the grasshopper! I'm not... I didn't kill anyone!"

The sick man flashed nimbly, put the gun back on his waist, and smiled, "Stop struggling, magician."

"Stop playing." Cyclops said suddenly, "Come back to the room."

The sick man responded, but Feng Zimo seemed to be desperate to the end, and he could vaguely see some martial arts skills when he raised his legs, which surprised the sick man, "You have studied a lot, and you have also learned karate?"

Feng Zimo dropped his backpack, grinned coldly, "Learn about Sanda?"

The sick man knew that he had made him anxious, but he was not in a hurry to explain. Instead, he blocked Feng Zimo's kick again, and the smile in his eyes deepened, "Captain, this is a treasure."

Cyclops stood outside the curtain to see how many moves they had made, and hummed.

Feng Zimo's hands need excellent maintenance, so the main attack power is concentrated on his legs. After a few moves, he sees that this sick man is also a trainer, and every time he fends off his attacks, But he didn't take the initiative to attack, so he knew that the opponent deliberately gave way to him, so after a kick, he just stood at the position where he dropped the backpack, picked up the bag and was about to run out of the gate.

As soon as he turned around, a sudden shot hit the ground in front of him. Feng Zimo's heart was beating fast. Looking up, Cyclops still maintained the posture of raising the gun, and said to him quite calmly, "Run out again. , the next bullet will hit you."