Chapter 13: Altar, arc circle

"Two guys are..." Yin Hui was stunned, subconsciously climbed along their sight, and for a moment, widened his eyes: "This...this..."

He saw that on the open area not far away, dozens of wrinkled wooden stakes stood, and at the top of all the wooden stakes was a platform, a raised platform, with many spots stuck to the platform, one by one, which should be dried blood. Under the platform, four corpses were quietly lying, with their heads facing inward, and called outward, besieging the city an arc.

"What's going on?" Yin Hui asked in disbelief at the strange furnishings in front of him.

"Unfortunately, they were regarded as sacrifices dedicated to the gods." Huang Helou's muscle on his right cheek, took a sip of cigarettes, then spitted them out, crushed them with his leather shoes.

But the scalpel was playing with a sharp lancet in his hand. The shining spots shaking around, making Yin Hui blink, thinking: Isn’t this guy afraid of burning himself with fire? He was too cool and cut his fingers into pieces?

"What's going on in the Yellow Crane Tower?" Conan Doyle glanced around and his face was also not good-looking.

"This is a temporary altar." Huanghelou narrowed his eyes: "And it is obvious that this sacrifice has passed. Look, there are still some yellow paper scattered on the ground."

"Altar?" Conan Doyle took a breath: "Are they not humanitarian at all? They actually use living people to sacrifice."

After hearing her words, Yin Hui was so happy. He had never seen any murderer sitting there talking about humanitarianism with you.

"You guys, take a photo." Ouyang Xue pointed at the two policemen following behind, and then prepared to go up and find out.

"Slow down, don't go in." Yin Hui saw that it was not good, so he hurriedly stopped her: "Don't forget the previous lessons, don't destroy the scene, just take photos outside, there may be a lot of footprints and fingerprints inside."

Ouyang Xue was stunned for a moment, but nodded quickly to express her understanding.

Conan Doyle and Huang Helou looked at each other again, smiling.

"Little brother, I think you are born as a detective material, so why not come in and do it together!" Huang Helou handed over a cigarette while selling it.

"I agree." The lancet that was rotating between the five fingers of the scalpel also stopped, staring at this man with a good impression.

Yin Hui was stunned for a moment, then looked at Conan Doyle. Then he said that he was the lobbyist you invited?

Conan Doyle shrugged and smiled helplessly: "Their subjective opinions have nothing to do with me at this time!"

Yin Hui smiled bitterly and finally shook his head: "Don't fool me. Do you still know who I am? I will be destined to deal with corpses in this life, and I enjoy it, so I can't obey my fate. You should ask for another clever!"

"Hmm?" Huang Helou paused: "You really don't want to join us?" After saying that, he added: "As long as you go through a year, you can become a state-level official without qualifications!"

Yin Hui's refusal made Huang Helou miscalculated. Even the scalpel was a little surprised and could not understand the truth.

Seeing the embarrassment of the two, Conan Doyle smoothed out: "Okay, don't force others to do anything. When I first met him, I used all my psychological offensives, and finally threatened him, but I couldn't let him submit. To put it in a Chinese proverb, it was: "A turtle eats a weight and is determined."

"Hehe, since that's the case, do you want to be my assistant?" Ouyang Xue smiled strangely.

Yin Hui raised his eyebrows and looked indifferent: "Why, have you promised me that condition?"

Ouyang Xue pouted: "If Miss Conan agrees to your request, you will join them too!"

Yin Hui stretched out his finger and shook it in front of her eyes: "Well, yes, I should agree. Why don't you ask her, are you willing or not?" Speaking of this, he looked at Conan Doyle jokingly.

"Oh, is it enough to satisfy your request? Let's listen, as long as I can do it, you will be satisfied." Conan Doyle was soon attracted by the conversation between the two, and there was still a hint of joy in his eyes. As long as she could pry the man in front of her, she would do anything to do.

"It's actually very simple. Just sleep with him for one night." Ouyang Xue gritted her teeth, and the joints of her hands were pinching and clattering.

"Not serious!" Conan Doyle kicked him.

"If you don't agree, you won't agree. A gentleman will not act!" Yin Hui looked at the two people who were slowly walking up and said guiltily.

"Okay, I'll just touch my mouth!" Ouyang Xue smiled coldly, picked up Yin Hui's arm, and bit it down...

How can I describe this scream? It is a tragic person anyway. Let’s think about it for yourself and omit a hundred words here.

To be honest, both Conan and Ouyang Xue are the best among beauties. If Yin Hui really lives with them day and night, he will probably conquer the position soon...

"Actually, this matter is very simple, it's because you think it's complicated." At this time, the somewhat silent scalpel opened his mouth, and he looked at Yin Hui meaningfully: "Yin Hui, do you agree to be his deputy if anyone wants to accompany you all night?"

Yin Hui held the injured right arm, wondering what the kid was going to do.

"Let's do this, this is my home address. You come to my house tonight. I'm not married yet..."

"Your sister!" Yin Hui immediately knew what this kid meant. Damn, isn't this a legendary good friend? He is a great young man, so he can't be defiled by him just like that. He bent down and looked for bricks everywhere, preparing to slap the scalpel to death.

"If I have a sister, I will definitely let her sleep with you for one night." The scalpel said frankly.

A brick, heading towards us...

"You...you play really!" The scalpel hid in panic.

"You think I'm playing fake!" Yin Hui was furious.

"Okay, everything inside is done." Ouyang Xue took the camera from the patrolman, breathed a lot of relief, and then turned her eyes to Conan Doyle: "What should I do now?"

"You stay here for the time being. I'll go back and get the scarless tape. Let's go in again!" After saying that, Conan Doyle turned around and left. Before leaving, he did not forget to give Yin Hui an ambiguous smile: "Yin Hui, let's discuss the conditions just now?"

Yin Hui knew that Conan Doyle was joking with him, but she was still going to say, "Okay!" After that, she stroked her messy hair in the wind and followed her.

As soon as he stepped into the off-road vehicle, Conan Doyle stepped on the accelerator with his back foot. Yin Hui had no seat and rolled directly under the seat, making a fool of himself.

"I didn't owe you money, so why do you hold such a grudge?" Yin Hui murmured with some dissatisfaction.

"Ahem!" Conan Doyle covered his mouth awkwardly, trying to say something, but he didn't know where to start, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

"Yin Hun, does your condition count?" After a while, she held the steering wheel tightly and looked straight ahead. She did not turn her head, but just stared at the rearview mirror from time to time.

"I...I'm just kidding." Yin Hui's lips trembled. This foreign girl doesn't really know how to play, right? ###, whip, candle, queen, car shock?

No matter how familiar a man and a woman are, as long as they stay alone and discuss the topic of "sex", they will always be extremely ambiguous.

"I have no other intention!" A faint feeling of loss appeared on Conan Doyle's face, and then he looked into the rearview mirror.

"I just said, I need some help, I need you." Conan Doyle said so frankly, looking at Yin Hui: "As long as you agree, I can apply to Shangfeng and recommend you as the head of the group."

Yin Hui knew that she would have misunderstood, so she quickly shook her head: "This is not a personal problem, but a master's problem." Speaking of this, his expression was a little embarrassed: "When the master passed on the robe and bowl to me, my life journey was destined. The master treated me as much as a mountain, and even spared no effort to protect him. How could I go against his ambitions?"

Speaking of this, Yin Hui's expression was much calmer, and his eyes showed a sense of openness and wisdom: "Conan, as a friend, I want to tell you that perhaps leaving the 'incredible group' is the real relief for you."

To be honest, I have no fondness for Conan Doyle at all, that is fake. So Yin Hui hopes that she will let go of the pressure and find her own life.

Because of this journey, you will face death at any time.
Chapter completed!