MTL - 100k Volts Electrocutes You to Death-Chapter 35

At 11:30 in the middle of the night, there was a power outage in a large residential area in the suburbs of Jiaya City. The reason is unknown.

Seeing that the wall lamp on the top of the head suddenly went out, Ye Wenxuan satisfactorily pulled his hand out of the power socket. He blew the light smoke on his fingertips. He slid lightly to the door, unlocked the door, and pushed the door open. .

Someone pushed the door out to check the situation. Ye Wenxuan heard several men complaining loudly, coming out from the multi-person dormitory in the distance, several are looking at the circuit, and there are several trails from the bottom down, it is estimated to go to the hotel owner.

There were a few light strokes in the darkness. I don't know who opened the flashlight on the mobile phone. It was too noisy in the corridor. It seems that most of the people here are night owls.

Ye Wenxuan pushed the door open and found that there was no movement next door, as if there was no one inside.

The foreign brother in the opposite room of his house also came out. He occasionally took a mobile phone and found that he was standing behind the door, and almost shouted out.

"Oh God, I was scared to death by you!" He came over and took a hand to hold his chest for a while, then took the phone light and went to see Ye Wenxuan's room: "You have no electricity in your house. Hey, I guess the circuit of this film is finished. I just looked at the opposite building and it was black and light." After talking for a long time, he suddenly looked at Ye Wenxuan and stepped back without a trace. He twitched: "Hey...you, how have you been Close your eyes..."

Ye Wenxuan did not wear sunglasses, he was still immersed in his "eye blindness is not blind" people can not extricate themselves, simply close their eyes and continue to install, is also very entertaining.

"My eyes are not very good." He showed a strong smile, especially the white lotus temperament: "I can't see anyway, so I don't turn on the lights."

The little brother on the opposite side thought that it was a big night to hit the ghost, and the danger was scared and stunned: "Oh, oh oh, then you come out..."

"I heard movements outside, hey, I came out to find out what happened."

At this time, the people in the corridor have basically returned to the house. Only the person who went downstairs to find someone has not returned. The little brother sighed: "It is estimated that I will not call you tonight. I am going back to sleep, good night."

Ye Wenxuan nodded at his eyes and said good night.

After waiting for only one person left in the aisle, Ye Wenxuan stood still for a moment, then he used his backhand to force the room door to take advantage of the situation.

With a bang, the door was locked.

After doing this, he slowly walked to the door next door and then began to raise his hand and knock on the door.

Hey. knock. knock.

He didn't play very tightly, and he knocked very lightly, so he kept knocking for three or four minutes.

Even if the other side of the door was quiet, there was no movement, but the hand that buckled the door did not let go, as if the person inside was audible and would respond to him.

Just five minutes in a row, Ye Wenxuan was not afraid to wake up everyone in the next room. During the period, guests from other rooms opened the door and saw the individual standing in the corridor of the black hole. They were still knocking at the door at a uniform rate. They all frightened and took a step back, then closed the door and drilled the nest as quickly as possible.

The movement of these people, Ye Wenxuan ignored.

Finally, before he knocked on the knuckles, the door panel in front of him slammed.

Ye Wenxuan made a move and his right hand was still suspended in the air.

Behind the door is the same deep darkness. A tall silhouette of the figure is hidden in it. Ye Wenxuan can't see the person's appearance, but the strong sense of existence is beyond doubt.

The nose shook slightly, and he smelled the aroma of a little shower gel.

The people in the door whispered, "What is going on?"

Ye Wenxuan came back and knew that the other person couldn't see him, but he still pretending to smile: "Sir, I live next to you. Well, I was just accidentally locked out, I... If If you don't mind, can you take me one night?"

The man was silent for a moment, as if looking at him through the darkness: "You can choose to go downstairs to find the boss."

"This is the case, my eyes can't be seen." Ye Wenxuan patiently explained: "The cane was left in the room. I am actually a bit difficult to walk. Sir, I heard that you are a Chinese, I am, can you see? In the same love for the Chinese..."

His words were not finished, and suddenly his wrists were tight. People had been caught in the room between the electric and the flint.

The back of the back reached the wall, and there was a "beep" sound coming from the side. It was expected that the door was smashed with the feet.

Ye Wenxuan's left arm curled up, cleverly separating the dagger from his neck, and his right hand tried to quickly hit the other side of the rib, and then he was taken for granted.

The hand slammed his wrist sternly, pressing his right hand against the wall above his head, and then a hot breath squirted on the side of his face, causing him to breathe a few more shots.

"Little photographer, really, can't I hear your voice?" The man pressed his arm against the wall with overwhelming force and bent down and whispered, "I live next door, and my eyes are blind." Ok?"

The warm ** pressed over, and Ye Wenxuan was shocked that the other party did not wear clothes. He earned his wrist: "You...you open the door without wearing clothes. Has President Xing been so open before?"

When he said this, he was already disguised as a person who recognized Ye Wenxuan.

Xing Yuan didn't let go, didn't push it away, or suppressed him with his body. He only said to himself: "I let you go back to China, are you not obedient?" After saying that it made no sense, he snorted and changed. Question: "How did you find me?"

Ye Wenxuan screamed: "Let's let go first."

Xing Yuan raised his eyebrows and didn't know what he thought. He actually let go.

Ye Wenxuan: "Then you go to the back of the site, you don't wear your clothes, stand so close to play."

"Who is standing at the door of my room, I have been persistently knocking on the door." Xing Yuan no longer sticks to him, but turns away from the entrance and walks casually to the bed: "If you don't knock, I am now I have been dressed for a long time and I have slept in bed."

Ye Wenxuan glared at the wrist and the past: "When you knocked on the door, what are you doing, it took so long to open the door."

Xing Yuan threw the dagger on the bed and did not return to the head: "Bath."

Ye Wenxuan’s mouth was pumping.

This guy was washing before the power outage, waiting for him to kill all the circuits, the other people in the hotel rioted for a while, the goods were not moved, the black light bonfire continues to wash.

The two men were very close in the porch confrontation. Ye Wenxuan didn't feel the water vapor, but he smelled the smell of the refreshing beard cream. Presumably, when he knocked on the door, Xing Yuan wiped his body and rubbed it. The razor provided by the hotel also has a beard!

I think I feel a toothache.

Ye Wenxuan said: If this is not his mission goal, he will be full of electricity and dance.

When he went to the back room, Xing Yuan had put on his pajamas.

Because there was no electricity, Xing Yuan turned the phone out, turned on the rear flashlight, and then picked up the pair of glasses he placed on the bedside table.

After a careful study of the light, he said to the youth who came over here: "What are you looking for through it?"

"The tracker is hidden in the temple, it has a range limit, so I came to Jiaya City first, only to find you through it." Ye Wenxuan pulled the chair down, looked up at him to check the glasses, calmly said: "I'm not sure if you are not in Jiaya, don't know if you will throw it away, use glasses to find you, just gamble, I didn't expect to win."

Xing Yuan easily squatted down the two temples and tapped on the bedside table.

The sleeves of the silver-rimmed glasses temples are made of nylon. The ends are wide and the shape is old and reveals a retro taste.

"If the weight of the two foot covers is different, you may have discovered the clues." Ye Wenxuan reached out and said: "It is the one on the right."

His voice did not fall, and he saw Xing Yuan pick up the left side of the temple, and got the foot cover down three or two times.

A powerful finger began to follow the end of the fracture, and the foot cover was crushed little by little. Soon, Xing Yuan stopped moving. He buckled one end in the palm of his hand, causing the force to smash into the palm of his hand twice. Something.

Through the light of the flashlight of the mobile phone, both of them saw the tracker of this rice size.

Xing Yuan smiled and looked at the youth in the chair: "The one on the right?"

Ye Wenxuan: "Cough..."

"From my side, it is indeed the one on the right. Next time I will take care of your sense of orientation." He looked particularly calm, as if he had just been a small mistake: "You have also removed the glasses, this little thing can Give it back to me? After all, it’s quite expensive. If it breaks, I have to pay...”

Xing Yuan heard the pinch of the tracker: "Oh, who is it for?"

Ye Wenxuan: "You guessed who I was, and I wondered where this stuff was made?"

"If you don't admit it, then some of my guesses will always be just a delusion." Xing Yuan looked at him and threw the micro tracker to him.

His strength was used a little bit, and the tracker flew out of Ye Wenxuan's fingers, and he was willing to fall into the darkness.

Between this little end, a little nearly no ionized tail caught it firmly.

The momentum of the march was blocked, and the tracker was pulled back along the way, just falling in the palm of Ye Wenxuan's emptiness.

This action is too fast, but Xing Yuan still caught it.

He leaned against the wall beside the bedside table, arms his arms and quietly looked at the uninvited youth.

"This morning, when I was speaking at the University of Wisshall, someone shot a shot at my head."

"Oh?" Ye Wenxuan bowed his head and touched his pocket. He didn't bring his wallet when he went out, so he could only carefully push the tracker into his jeans pocket.

"When the bullet flew over to me, I saw it, but the gunman shot too close. I expected it to penetrate my skull. If the luck is bad, it might be in my head and stir in the frontal area. A big hole came out." Xing Yuan looked down at his movements, his tone was very calm, as if he was not talking about his own brain.

"The result was at that time, I saw a power grid." Xing Yuan said: "It intercepted the bullet and saved my life."

Ye Wenxuan finally put the tracker on, and looked up and gave him a look: "Oh, so?"

Xing Yuan’s pair of blue dragons grew deeper and darker in the night, and he slowly said: “What I saw today is far more than that.”

"I want to ask you again." He stared at the youth who looked at himself, with a smile on his lips: "Is there a lightning bolt in your eyes?"

Ye Wenxuan did not speak.

For a long while, he finally reached out his right hand, palms up, and five fingers vain.

First, there is a small amount of ionizing weak light that is invisible. Under the glare of the mobile phone flashlight, it has almost no sense of existence.

But then, the discharge pulses are one after the other, they quickly complete a step leader, the bright blue miniature lightning has begun to take shape, but then it has no other movements, so suspended above Ye Wenxuan's palm, such as a magnificent hologram The image attracts the onlookers and can't help but reach out and touch.

Ye Wenxuan was sitting in a chair casually, and the lightning was held in his palm. The young eyebrows hanged slightly, as if he had just grasped something very ordinary.

His black scorpion was refracted by the arc, and his expression was both indifferent and lazy. He was like a crouching hunter, repeatedly debugging the weapon in his hand.

Xing Yuan lived to 29 years old and had never met such a person.

If Ye Wenxuan is a superb beauty, it is exaggerated, but with such a powerful super power, his personal charisma has not been compared, but more and more people are lingering, only Ye Wenxuan alone.

Xing Yuan stared at the lightning, and after a while, a smile was revealed.

"As a courtesy of your honesty, then I think we should also show the goodwill that should be there."

He clap his hands and whispered: "Cherno, come out."