Chapter 23 Lengtouqing
Hearing the bell, Zhao Mingjun whispered, "Is someone outside?"
The man hurriedly said: "It's down below, this is the bell of the downstairs door."
"Who will be looking for you?" Zhao Mingjun said solemnly.
"I don't know, anyone... anyone can." The man really didn't know.
Zhao Mingjun didn't speak, and listened to the bell quietly until it stopped ringing.
Perhaps, the other party thought that there was no one in this house, so they left.
He collected himself and said in a low voice: "Okay, I'll leave when I get the money, don't play tricks."
"Don't dare..." The man was completely discouraged.
Zhao Mingjun stuck at the door and said: "Then why dawdle? If you move quickly, you still have time to go to the hospital to pick up your fingers. If it's too late, I'll remove your two parts."
"Yes, yes..." The man hurriedly said to his girlfriend, "Go and get the money!"
The girlfriend's legs felt weak, so she simply climbed into the room.
At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang from behind Zhao Mingjun, which was different from the previous one.
This time without a man reminding him, Zhao Mingjun knew that the man had come up before, and he was outside the door right now.
"Hiss! Hey!" Zhao Mingjun thought to himself who was looking for death, it's just such an unfortunate coincidence!
He leaned over the cat's eye and saw a tall young man standing outside, chewing gum, with a relaxed face.
Although he is a young man, it is better not to make troubles.
"Is this for you? Come here and send him away." Zhao Mingjun whispered.
The man covered his hands and looked out of the cat's eyes, shook his head and said, "I don't know him."
"Don't know?" Zhao Mingjun nodded and said: "Then don't worry about it, just ignore him and leave naturally."
"Eh? Is there someone there? I heard voices, why are you ignoring me? I came all the way to find you..." the people outside shouted through the door.
Zhao Mingjun frowned, he didn't expect to be heard by the people outside the door.
"Don't you know him? How dare you lie to me?" Zhao Mingjun glared at the man.
The man said in a daze: "I really don't know him, could it be that... he is looking for my girlfriend?"
"I don't care who he is looking for, just send him away." Zhao Mingjun said.
The man rushed to the door and shouted: "Who! What are you doing!"
"I'm looking for my girlfriend!"
"what?"
The man was stunned, and said, "Fuck you, my wife and I are the only ones in this room, how can you have your girlfriend?"
The person outside the door was naturally Mo Qiong. He knew that Zhao Mingjun was at 401, so why would he leave because no one responded?
It was very simple for him to crack the door below. He directly used his mobile phone to take a photo through the open door, then locked the target on the door opener, threw a stone hard, and pressed it.
Mo Poor came to 401 and pressed the doorbell without fear.
Knowing in advance that there were people inside, he paid close attention to the movement at the other end of the door, and when he heard someone whispering at the other end of the door, he yelled.
Mo Poor didn't know the situation in this room, it seemed that Zhao Mingjun was not the only one, so he tried to test it out.
Sure enough, after hearing the man's answer, Mo Poor knew that it was not Zhao Mingjun who spoke, but the original owner of the house.
Not even Zhao Mingjun's accomplice, but most likely an irrelevant person, is being held hostage.
The reason is very simple. If the person who spoke was Zhao Mingjun or his accomplices, they would not say 'my wife and I are the only ones in the room', but would directly say 'you are at the wrong door'.
Because Zhao Mingjun or his accomplices did not need to conceal the number of people at all. Being able to say that there were only two people in the house meant that he was most likely being held hostage, and he dared not mention the third person.
Now that things have come to this, Mo Poor can actually retreat for the time being and call the police directly.
At that time, I told the police that I saw Zhao Mingjun at the gate of the community, and felt like a wanted criminal. After confirming which building and which room he was in, I called the police.
However, Mo Poor thought about it and held back.
Because he was not sure when Zhao Mingjun came to this room, it might have been more than ten minutes ago, or it might have been a few hours ago.
When the time comes, the time will not match the number, which will only arouse suspicion.
"The easiest way is to stay downstairs and call the police when he comes out."
Mo Poor thought to himself, although this method is easy, he doesn't know when Zhao Mingjun will come out. What if he stays for a day, or even several days?
In addition, he cannot guarantee whether the person held hostage in the house will not be killed before he leaves.
After thinking for a while, Mo Poor had an idea in his mind: It's already at the door, let's just subdue him, so that he can get 100% of the bounty.
He quickly figured out the words: "How is it possible? Why didn't I know that she has a boyfriend? Who are you? Open the door! I want to see her!"
Mo Poor looked very upset, he was upset, and the men in the room were even more upset.
What the hell? A man from outside came to the house? Impossible, his wife is not this kind of person.
"Bang bang bang!" Mo Qiong knocked on the door violently, making a loud bang.
"Open the door!" Mo Poor yelled as if he wanted to make the noise so that the neighbors could hear it.
The room was also panicked by the loud noise, the man hurriedly said: "Brother, why don't I ask my wife?"
Zhao Mingjun shook his head and said, "No need, let him in!"
Under the mask, the tone is serious.
The man shuddered and yelled inwardly: The people outside this door are just as deadly as possible. It’s not a good time to come. They come at this time, and they are still yelling.
Although he doesn't know what the relationship with his woman is, but if he enters this door, he will never end well.
The masked robber would never let him yell like this outside, no, let him in directly, I am afraid that this person will be in danger.
The man thought so, but he didn't dare to resist Zhao Mingjun, so he opened the door slowly.
Seeing Mo Poor squeezed open the door and barged in, he opened his mouth and shouted, "Where's Xiaoxin? Come out and explain to me."
At the same time, Zhao Mingjun rushed out from the dead corner of the door and stabbed Mo Poor.
No one knew that Mo Poor entered the door seemingly defenseless, but in fact he was very focused.
And when he came in, he looked around quickly, seemingly looking for the so-called Xiaoxin, but in fact he was looking for Zhao Mingjun.
Seeing the masked man throwing a knife, Mo Poor jumped to distance himself, pulled out his ballpoint pen, and said, "Damn it, what's going on!"
Seeing that he reacted so quickly, Zhao Mingjun dodged his knife.
So he hurriedly closed the door, blocked the door and said: "Boy, if you don't make a sound, you can still survive."
Seeing Zhao Mingjun holding a knife, Mo Poor also raised a ballpoint pen and said, "You'd better not act rashly."
Seeing the ballpoint pen, Zhao Mingjun was also taken aback, wondering if this is a joke?
The man who shrank into the distance as soon as the door opened, saw that Mo Qiong was holding up a ballpoint pen and dared to challenge the robber with a knife. He couldn't help thinking that he was crazy.
But immediately after, the man felt strange: "You... are you looking for Xiaoxin? Who is Xiaoxin?"
Mo Poor stared and said, "Isn't this Xiaoxin's home? This is the address she sent me online."
The man said in astonishment: "There is no such thing as Xiaoxin, this is my house!"
Mo Poor also looked surprised: "What? Did I go wrong?"
The man looked at Mo Poor speechlessly. He didn't expect that it wasn't his wife who had someone outside, but that this kid had made a mistake.
It doesn't matter if you go to the wrong door, but at this time, isn't it fatal? This is bad luck.
Immediately afterwards, the woman in the room came out with money, which was about 20,000 yuan.
The man hurriedly said: "Brother, take the money and go, I will definitely not call the police."
Although this person is cowardly, he is also shrewd. At this moment, he can see a trace of Zhao Mingjun's killing intent.
Zhao Mingjun took the money, but before he could reply, he saw Mo Poor holding a ballpoint pen and approaching him step by step.
"Don't move!" Zhao Mingjun shouted.
However, Mo Poor still approached, and said: "I have never been afraid of robbery in my life. Today is a coincidence. If you have the guts, stab me to death. If you can't stab me to death, then you don't want to leave."
The man almost went crazy after hearing this.
To say such a tough word, how hard must this end be?
He gave all the money, and only wanted to send the robber away as soon as possible. Mo Qiong was lucky, but he still wanted to keep him? too young!
It doesn't matter if one person dies alone, but if Zhao Mingjun stabs Mo Poor to death now, then they will definitely not be able to please, and they may be silenced together.
"Shut up! Are you looking for death?" The man growled, trying to stop Mo Poor.
But Mo Poor was determined to keep Zhao Mingjun behind, and he was less than two meters away from him at this moment.
"Looking for death!" Zhao Mingjun was fierce and reckless, and he strode fiercely with his knife, stabbing at Mo Poor.
Mo Poor's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he threw out the ballpoint pen suddenly.
What was different was that Mo Poor's hand caught up with the flying ballpoint pen at an extremely fast speed and held it in his hand.
He has practiced this kind of thing many times.
As long as the speed of the thrown object is not too fast, then most people can grab it from midair with their hands.
At this moment, Mo Poor just grabbed the thrown thing and grabbed it again.
In other people's eyes, this is simply gimmicky, like playing with a flower gun.
But for Mo Poor, this is an excellent way to cover up the ballistics during close combat.
At this moment, his hand was driven by the ballpoint pen, pointing directly at the tiger's mouth of Zhao Mingjun's right hand.
Zhao Mingjun is obviously a good player with knives. His right hand was originally stabbing straight, but the sharp pen tip seemed to be very precisely aimed at his own hand.
In the middle of the journey, he was able to switch from stabbing to swinging, trying to stagger the tip of the pen and stab Mo Poor's neck, trying to kill him with one blow.
But what is surprising is that Mo Poor changed his moves almost at the same time. While walking forward quickly, his wrist was suddenly folded, and the tip of the pen was still pointing directly at his tiger's mouth.
Zhao Mingjun was startled, and tried to cut Mo Poor's hand again, but it was too late.
At such a close distance, Mo Poor's pen was quick and fast, and he changed his strokes without losing any speed, directly inserting it into his hand.
"Poof!" hit the tiger's mouth.
"Ah!" Zhao Mingjun screamed, and the knife dropped with a soft hand.
Mo Poor seemed to have expected that he would be able to knock down his knife with precision. As soon as he lifted his foot, he kicked the knife, and the knife hit his leg hard, cutting a small hole.
Zhao Mingjun lost his knife and was injured. He backed up again and again, looking at Mo Poor in horror.
The short confrontation just now, at least three waves of games!
The stupefied young man in front of him is playing with a sword, no... he is playing with a pen, he is so **** flexible!
Chapter 23 Lengtouqing
Hearing the bell, Zhao Mingjun whispered, "Is someone outside?"
The man hurriedly said: "It's down below, this is the bell of the downstairs door."
"Who will be looking for you?" Zhao Mingjun said solemnly.
"I don't know, anyone... anyone can." The man really didn't know.
Zhao Mingjun didn't speak, and listened to the bell quietly until it stopped ringing.
Perhaps, the other party thought that there was no one in this house, so they left.
He collected himself and said in a low voice: "Okay, I'll leave when I get the money, don't play tricks."
"Don't dare..." The man was completely discouraged.
Zhao Mingjun stuck at the door and said: "Then why dawdle? If you move quickly, you still have time to go to the hospital to pick up your fingers. If it's too late, I'll remove your two parts."
"Yes, yes..." The man hurriedly said to his girlfriend, "Go and get the money!"
The girlfriend's legs felt weak, so she simply climbed into the room.
At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang from behind Zhao Mingjun, which was different from the previous one.
This time without a man reminding him, Zhao Mingjun knew that the man had come up before, and he was outside the door right now.
"Hiss! Hey!" Zhao Mingjun thought to himself who was looking for death, it's just such an unfortunate coincidence!
He leaned over the cat's eye and saw a tall young man standing outside, chewing gum, with a relaxed face.
Although he is a young man, it is better not to make troubles.
"Is this for you? Come here and send him away." Zhao Mingjun whispered.
The man covered his hands and looked out of the cat's eyes, shook his head and said, "I don't know him."
"Don't know?" Zhao Mingjun nodded and said: "Then don't worry about it, just ignore him and leave naturally."
"Eh? Is there someone there? I heard voices, why are you ignoring me? I came all the way to find you..." the people outside shouted through the door.
Zhao Mingjun frowned, he didn't expect to be heard by the people outside the door.
"Don't you know him? How dare you lie to me?" Zhao Mingjun glared at the man.
The man said in a daze: "I really don't know him, could it be that... he is looking for my girlfriend?"
"I don't care who he is looking for, just send him away." Zhao Mingjun said.
The man rushed to the door and shouted: "Who! What are you doing!"
"I'm looking for my girlfriend!"
"what?"
The man was stunned, and said, "Fuck you, my wife and I are the only ones in this room, how can you have your girlfriend?"
The person outside the door was naturally Mo Qiong. He knew that Zhao Mingjun was at 401, so why would he leave because no one responded?
It was very simple for him to crack the door below. He directly used his mobile phone to take a photo through the open door, then locked the target on the door opener, threw a stone hard, and pressed it.
Mo Poor came to 401 and pressed the doorbell without fear.
Knowing in advance that there were people inside, he paid close attention to the movement at the other end of the door, and when he heard someone whispering at the other end of the door, he yelled.
Mo Poor didn't know the situation in this room, it seemed that Zhao Mingjun was not the only one, so he tried to test it out.
Sure enough, after hearing the man's answer, Mo Poor knew that it was not Zhao Mingjun who spoke, but the original owner of the house.
Not even Zhao Mingjun's accomplice, but most likely an irrelevant person, is being held hostage.
The reason is very simple. If the person who spoke was Zhao Mingjun or his accomplices, they would not say 'my wife and I are the only ones in the room', but would directly say 'you are at the wrong door'.
Because Zhao Mingjun or his accomplices did not need to conceal the number of people at all. Being able to say that there were only two people in the house meant that he was most likely being held hostage, and he dared not mention the third person.
Now that things have come to this, Mo Poor can actually retreat for the time being and call the police directly.
At that time, I told the police that I saw Zhao Mingjun at the gate of the community, and felt like a wanted criminal. After confirming which building and which room he was in, I called the police.
However, Mo Poor thought about it and held back.
Because he was not sure when Zhao Mingjun came to this room, it might have been more than ten minutes ago, or it might have been a few hours ago.
When the time comes, the time will not match the number, which will only arouse suspicion.
"The easiest way is to stay downstairs and call the police when he comes out."
Mo Poor thought to himself, although this method is easy, he doesn't know when Zhao Mingjun will come out. What if he stays for a day, or even several days?
In addition, he cannot guarantee whether the person held hostage in the house will not be killed before he leaves.
After thinking for a while, Mo Poor had an idea in his mind: It's already at the door, let's just subdue him, so that he can get 100% of the bounty.
He quickly figured out the words: "How is it possible? Why didn't I know that she has a boyfriend? Who are you? Open the door! I want to see her!"
Mo Poor looked very upset, he was upset, and the men in the room were even more upset.
What the hell? A man from outside came to the house? Impossible, his wife is not this kind of person.
"Bang bang bang!" Mo Qiong knocked on the door violently, making a loud bang.
"Open the door!" Mo Poor yelled as if he wanted to make the noise so that the neighbors could hear it.
The room was also panicked by the loud noise, the man hurriedly said: "Brother, why don't I ask my wife?"
Zhao Mingjun shook his head and said, "No need, let him in!"
Under the mask, the tone is serious.
The man shuddered and yelled inwardly: The people outside this door are just as deadly as possible. It’s not a good time to come. They come at this time, and they are still yelling.
Although he doesn't know what the relationship with his woman is, but if he enters this door, he will never end well.
The masked robber would never let him yell like this outside, no, let him in directly, I am afraid that this person will be in danger.
The man thought so, but he didn't dare to resist Zhao Mingjun, so he opened the door slowly.
Seeing Mo Poor squeezed open the door and barged in, he opened his mouth and shouted, "Where's Xiaoxin? Come out and explain to me."
At the same time, Zhao Mingjun rushed out from the dead corner of the door and stabbed Mo Poor.
No one knew that Mo Poor entered the door seemingly defenseless, but in fact he was very focused.
And when he came in, he looked around quickly, seemingly looking for the so-called Xiaoxin, but in fact he was looking for Zhao Mingjun.
Seeing the masked man throwing a knife, Mo Poor jumped to distance himself, pulled out his ballpoint pen, and said, "Damn it, what's going on!"
Seeing that he reacted so quickly, Zhao Mingjun dodged his knife.
So he hurriedly closed the door, blocked the door and said: "Boy, if you don't make a sound, you can still survive."
Seeing Zhao Mingjun holding a knife, Mo Poor also raised a ballpoint pen and said, "You'd better not act rashly."
Seeing the ballpoint pen, Zhao Mingjun was also taken aback, wondering if this is a joke?
The man who shrank into the distance as soon as the door opened, saw that Mo Qiong was holding up a ballpoint pen and dared to challenge the robber with a knife. He couldn't help thinking that he was crazy.
But immediately after, the man felt strange: "You... are you looking for Xiaoxin? Who is Xiaoxin?"
Mo Poor stared and said, "Isn't this Xiaoxin's home? This is the address she sent me online."
The man said in astonishment: "There is no such thing as Xiaoxin, this is my house!"
Mo Poor also looked surprised: "What? Did I go wrong?"
The man looked at Mo Poor speechlessly. He didn't expect that it wasn't his wife who had someone outside, but that this kid had made a mistake.
It doesn't matter if you go to the wrong door, but at this time, isn't it fatal? This is bad luck.
Immediately afterwards, the woman in the room came out with money, which was about 20,000 yuan.
The man hurriedly said: "Brother, take the money and go, I will definitely not call the police."
Although this person is cowardly, he is also shrewd. At this moment, he can see a trace of Zhao Mingjun's killing intent.
Zhao Mingjun took the money, but before he could reply, he saw Mo Poor holding a ballpoint pen and approaching him step by step.
"Don't move!" Zhao Mingjun shouted.
However, Mo Poor still approached, and said: "I have never been afraid of robbery in my life. Today is a coincidence. If you have the guts, stab me to death. If you can't stab me to death, then you don't want to leave."
The man almost went crazy after hearing this.
To say such a tough word, how hard must this end be?
He gave all the money, and only wanted to send the robber away as soon as possible. Mo Qiong was lucky, but he still wanted to keep him? too young!
It doesn't matter if one person dies alone, but if Zhao Mingjun stabs Mo Poor to death now, then they will definitely not be able to please, and they may be silenced together.
"Shut up! Are you looking for death?" The man growled, trying to stop Mo Poor.
But Mo Poor was determined to keep Zhao Mingjun behind, and he was less than two meters away from him at this moment.
"Looking for death!" Zhao Mingjun was fierce and reckless, and he strode fiercely with his knife, stabbing at Mo Poor.
Mo Poor's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he threw out the ballpoint pen suddenly.
What was different was that Mo Poor's hand caught up with the flying ballpoint pen at an extremely fast speed and held it in his hand.
He has practiced this kind of thing many times.
As long as the speed of the thrown object is not too fast, then most people can grab it from midair with their hands.
At this moment, Mo Poor just grabbed the thrown thing and grabbed it again.
In other people's eyes, this is simply gimmicky, like playing with a flower gun.
But for Mo Poor, this is an excellent way to cover up the ballistics during close combat.
At this moment, his hand was driven by the ballpoint pen, pointing directly at the tiger's mouth of Zhao Mingjun's right hand.
Zhao Mingjun is obviously a good player with knives. His right hand was originally stabbing straight, but the sharp pen tip seemed to be very precisely aimed at his own hand.
In the middle of the journey, he was able to switch from stabbing to swinging, trying to stagger the tip of the pen and stab Mo Poor's neck, trying to kill him with one blow.
But what is surprising is that Mo Poor changed his moves almost at the same time. While walking forward quickly, his wrist was suddenly folded, and the tip of the pen was still pointing directly at his tiger's mouth.
Zhao Mingjun was startled, and tried to cut Mo Poor's hand again, but it was too late.
At such a close distance, Mo Poor's pen was quick and fast, and he changed his strokes without losing any speed, directly inserting it into his hand.
"Poof!" hit the tiger's mouth.
"Ah!" Zhao Mingjun screamed, and the knife dropped with a soft hand.
Mo Poor seemed to have expected that he would be able to knock down his knife with precision. As soon as he lifted his foot, he kicked the knife, and the knife hit his leg hard, cutting a small hole.
Zhao Mingjun lost his knife and was injured. He backed up again and again, looking at Mo Poor in horror.
The short confrontation just now, at least three waves of games!
The stupefied young man in front of him is playing with a sword, no... he is playing with a pen, he is so **** flexible!
