Chapter 250

He was touching his hands, but found that his arms were gone.

After looking at the whole body, he found that there was nothing except his head. His head was only swinging around in the air, like a ghost.

"Ghost, ghost, kill, kill." The sound of fighting continued to come from all directions and came into his ears. Then, thousands of people rushed up with flashing machetes in their hands and threw them at him.

The machete flashed with white light, which was very dazzling, making him unable to open his eyes, so he had to turn around and run away quickly.

But the knowledge in his mind was quietly floating in the air without moving at all. But the thousands of people saw him flying in front of him, still staring at the machete with his pale eyes open and motionless.

"Help, help." He shouted loudly, watching the machete approach his body bit by bit, and the feeling in his heart almost fainted.

"Help, help." The voice seemed to be blocked in her throat, making it impossible for her to make a sound. Even though he tried his best, he just gasped for a few heavy breaths.

"What's going on? What's wrong with me?" Yin Hui's brain felt as uncomfortable as if it was lack of oxygen. She twisted her head around, trying to escape from the white bondage.

But he was helpless and could not turn around at all, so he had to watch the machete chop the forehead. Blood flowed down from the forehead like a small river, flowing into his eyes, causing his eyes to hurt and into his mouth. He could taste a trace of sweetness mixed with the blood.

He thought to himself that this was the smell of blood, and suddenly forgot the pain on his head, greedily ### the sweet smell of blood.

Bang.

A beam of light hit his forehead directly. He was shocked and shouted loudly: "Help, help."

"Yin Hui, Yin Hui, what's wrong with you? It's okay, it's okay." The rough voice of the scalpel sounded in his ears like a bomb, causing Yin Hui, who was unconscious, to open his eyes quickly.

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

His mind felt like an explosion, and he tried hard to widen his eyes, fearing that if he closed his eyes, he would fall into the situation that was at a loss and overwhelming situation just now.

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? What's your struggle just now?" Seeing Yin Hui sit up from the bed, the scalpel asked with some ridiculousness. On TV, the hero was fighting with a bunch of dinosaurs. It seemed that he had only slept for less than an hour before the performance of Jurassic Park was finished.

"I've had a nightmare." He answered briefly, panting. Only then did he realize that a layer of cold sweat was everywhere on his body. He quickly touched it with his hands, and it was wet and his clothes were pressed on his body. It was terrifying to imagine how terrifying the nightmare was.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" A piece of white paper reached in front of Yin Hui's eyes, with a line of words written on it.

"It's nothing, I just had a nightmare. The scalpel, hit this sentence on the computer and show it to Hashihime."

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

"So your name is Qiao Ji." The scalpel sighed while typing: "I didn't expect that there was a person named Qiao in this world. Oh, no, I remembered that Qiao Feng's surname is Qiao, too?" He shook his head while saying that to show how stupid he was.

"Dingling, Dinglingling." Yin Hui's shabby phone made this old-fashioned sound, which sounded a little harsh.

"Who called it?" Scalpel picked up the phone with a depressed look on his face and looked at it. The name of Conan Doyle was shown on it.

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

"Hey, Conan Doyle, what's wrong?"

"Yin Hun, come and gather." Conan Doyle asked concisely, without saying a word of nonsense, and even saying hello.

He understood that people like Conan Doyle are capable and concise, and they pay attention to efficiency in their work and do not greet their subordinates. This is comparable to some of the thorns, and they probably learned it from thorns.

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

"Go, of course, go, my mother, Hashihide is here, I dare not be lazy." The scalpel said as she sat up from the bed: "Why did you come?"

"Of course I drove here." He walked out as he said.

Yin Hui briefly explained a few words to Qiao Ji and followed him out.

Although he was very worried about Hashihide, he couldn't stay here for 24 hours. He decided to deal with this matter before dealing with Hashihide's affairs.

He suddenly remembered something, and he took his foot off the door and asked again, "Hashihime, do you know a Japanese named Yuyuanyao?"

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

Qiao Ji shook her head repeatedly: "I don't know you."

"Oh, that's good." He hurriedly left the room.

Hashihide looked at the figures of the two leaving, and a faint smile appeared on her cheeks.

The scalpel sitting in the car, her arms occasionally huddled her clothes, as if something was stuck on the clothes.

"What's wrong? What's your clothes for? " Seeing the strange movements of the scalpel, Yin Hun in the passenger seat asked curiously.

"How did I find that there is such a thick mist on me? I haven't touched the water all day?"

Yin Hui heard the word "water mist" and felt as if he had been hit by electricity. He hurriedly leaned over to see what was going on with that layer of water mist.

Because when I left here last time, I felt a layer of mist covered myself with my body. Although there was nothing strange, I still felt something was wrong in my heart.

The white, translucent layer of water seemed to appear around his clothes, quietly covering him. And as time passed, the mist gradually faded away until there was no sign.

"It's strange. I've encountered this situation before. But I didn't take it seriously, just as dew in the morning. But now the sun is in the sun, how can there be dew?"

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

"Forget it, don't worry about this for now. Let's go to Conan Doyle to report to avoid Conan Doyle's anger." The scalpel didn't care, but just drove intently towards the direction of the comprehensive office.

Soon, the car stopped at the door of the Daxing Branch of the National Security Bureau. Following the complicated procedures, they entered the comprehensive office, but found that everyone had gathered and were waiting for Yin Hun and the scalpel.

This is not surprising. After all, they are all in the villa, they are all 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 told him the reason he had prepared.

"Lost? Is this a reason? I will punish you for one month's salary next time." She shouted sternly: "Return to the team."

The scalpel seemed to be forgiven and hurried into a uniform team.

"Yin Hui, you can 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 intimidated and surrendered to him.

He nodded and got into the team.

"This mission is of great significance. Even the deputy leader of Thorns came to guide the work personally. I hope that you can all show all your abilities this time and let your superiors see how powerful our incredible team is." Conan Doyle cheered everyone up.

"I understand." Everyone nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, as long as you understand, it's working hours now and you're ready to perform tasks at any time. However, a few people worked overtime last night, so let's take a break here first, and the others work normally. In this way, after receiving the thorny task, we can go out at any time."

After saying that, Conan Doyle first walked to the sofa and lowered his head drowsyly. Yin Hui was also weak. Although she had just rested for an hour, her body was still a little weak. In addition, she had nightmares, so it would be better not to rest.

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

Soon, he entered his dream again.

A slight snoring came from my mouth and echoed in the huge hall.

Bang.

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

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

The scene in front of him made him blush.

Maybe because he was sleeping too well, Conan Doyle actually fell asleep and collapsed in Yin Hui's arms while he was sleeping. He seemed to enjoy this posture very much. He hugged the soft cushion with his hands lovingly, and even saliva flowed out of his mouth.

At this moment, he was 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 thighs, with a confused face on his face. He looked at her at a loss, then looked up at the scalpel and smiled bitterly.

"Okay, this little boy is very charming and has good luck in love every day. I even doubt that you have lost my luck in love." As he said, sighing repeatedly, and felt a little sad about God's unfairness.

"A genius is willing to be a human bench. I am still so weak that I can't move. I want to find a personal pillow to lean on it."

"Tsk, stop pretending to be hypocritical. Who doesn't know what little you are in your heart?" The scalpel cursed, ignored him and turned around to continue working.

Yin Hui had no choice but to endure the sleepiness and keep her body in place so as not to wake Conan Doyle up later.

Having maintained this position, he also developed a hint of sleepiness, his eyes slowly closed, and he was ready to take a rest of his overworked brain.

But as soon as his eyes were closed, a sound sounded inside the passage. He suddenly opened his eyes and realized that someone had entered the passage.

But the members of the incredible group were there, so who would come in? He couldn't help but stare at the door.

The other people were also ready to attack, picked up weapons in their hands, and pointed the black wall hole at the door. Yin Hui also picked up a small gun and pointed it at the door, waiting for the other party to show his presence.

Huff, Huff.

The heavy semicircular gate made a sound similar to a person's breathing sound.

The beautiful and slender devilish body of Thorns appeared at the door, and the handsome, mature and sunny face gave people a refreshing feeling.

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

Bramble nodded, did not greet everyone, but just looked at Conan Doyle and Yin Hun who were sleeping.
Chapter completed!