69novels Chapter 441 Which one do you like?
Chapter 441 Which one do you like?
"Well - how about you take a guess?"
The ghost didn't care about the guns in their hands.
As he turned his wrist, a crescent-white baton appeared at his fingertips.
He tapped the window frame twice with his baton as if conducting an orchestra:
"Waltz or Samba?"
"What,?"
"I prefer the sound of spring."
The magician raised his baton and the first note followed.
The sudden sound of music startled everyone present.
The person sitting on the window frame jumped down lightly and danced to the music echoing in the room.
The two kidnappers looked at the man who was enjoying himself and felt that there might be something wrong with the other person's brain.
Although the music sounded a bit strange from nowhere,
But it must have been done by this guy in front of me!
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
The tall kidnapper cursed.
He wanted to teach this weird guy in front of him a lesson!
Thinking of this, the kidnapper aimed directly at Ghost's leg and shot.
"Danger!"
boom!
The sound of gunfire and Hattori's shouting overlapped.
Seeing the person who didn't even try to dodge or evade, Osaka Chocolate's face turned pale.
It's over, he harmed this person.
However, the imagined scene of blood flowing did not appear, and there was not even a scream.
The young man waved the crescent-shaped baton held between his fingertips.
The bullet seemed to hit a transparent wall, making a crisp ding sound, and then lost its power and fell.
Hattori and Kazuha, who witnessed this scene, widened their eyes in disbelief and half opened their mouths.
He Ye murmured:
"What was that just now?"
How did you do it? !
The kidnappers standing at the stairs were scared out of their wits by this strange scene.
The fat kidnapper behind took a half step back in fear.
The feeling of the stairs hanging in the air made him dazed for a moment. He turned around and looked at the person in the raincoat who seemed to be dancing in the rain. He gritted his teeth fiercely:
"damn it!"
The panicked man cursed and then raised his gun and shot in disbelief.
The tall and thin kidnapper obviously found it unbelievable, but he subconsciously continued to shoot at the other party.
However, all the bullets missed their targets without exception, making crisp tinkling sounds on the wooden floor, adding a strange sense of lightness to the waltz.
"Hey, hey! What are you doing? What if someone hears you shooting here?"
Downstairs, hearing the gunshot, Ito Misari shouted angrily at the two of them and rushed up to the attic.
She stood halfway up the stairs, looking at the two people retreating downstairs while firing their guns, frowning in confusion:
"What the hell are you two doing! And who's playing that music?"
The fat man, who had already emptied his magazine, replied to her:
"Someone broke in!"
In just a short while, the other person's forehead was covered with cold sweat.
Ito looked at his horrified expression and his heart skipped a beat.
She frowned as she looked at the person who seemed to be trying to escape, and cursed:
"Someone come in? Can't we just deal with it? What are you afraid of?"
The tall and thin man on the other side, who also had an empty magazine, also had an ugly expression on his face.
He took a half step back in fear and said in a low voice:
"How is it possible... Am I dreaming?"
The fat man looked back at the man who had stopped dancing at some point and was unharmed.
The other person seemed to notice that they were looking at him and smiled at them.
The face hidden under the hood of the raincoat looked a little pale, which combined with the already dark atmosphere of the attic was really creepy.
"It seems that you two don't like dancing."
At this point, the ghost sighed softly.
"it's a pity."
"?!"x2
The two of them, not knowing what the other party was regretting, were completely panicked.
The fat man who went downstairs first looked at Ito who was blocking the stairs and shouted at him:
"Get out of the way! I want to leave this weird place!"
"Wait a minute! Don't push me! I want to see who it is!"
"You want to die, but I don't! Get out of the way!"
The pushing and shoving actually delayed the process of leaving.
The tall and thin man walking at the back only felt a cool breeze coming over along with the sound of brisk footsteps.
Something cool was placed on his neck.
A half-crescent-shaped white baton appeared in the peripheral vision.
The tall and thin man stood stiffly where he was, and looked to the side along the direction of the baton, just in time to see the ghost standing there.
The magician smiled politely at the other party and asked slowly:
"Which do you prefer, cold weapons or hot weapons?"
Click,
The safety catch is released.
The silver muzzle of the gun was pressed against his forehead, and the cold touch made the tall and thin kidnapper shiver unconsciously.
The magician, holding a baton in one hand and a gun in the other, asked with a smile:
"Come and pick one."
The cold baton was pressed a little tighter towards the lateral carotid artery by the opponent.
The ghost seemed very satisfied with the frightened expression of the person in front of him, and explained in a good mood:
"Would you rather have a baton pierce your throat, or would you rather have a taste of a bullet?"
The fear of death loomed in my heart.
The tall and thin man's lips trembled as he stammered:
"I, I! No, you can't, I, "
"Ok?"
The muzzle of the gun pressed against his forehead increased its force a little more.
The tall and thin man was hit so hard that his body was shaken and he was sweating profusely.
When he got closer, he could be sure that the person in front of him was a person and not a ghost.
But this fact made him even more scared.
Ito, who had just been pushing and shoving the fat man on the stairs, saw this scene and immediately became obedient and stepped back carefully.
The ghost who was waiting for the tall and thin man to choose his death did not look back, but just said in a good tone:
"Don't worry, the two of you over there, first come first served. After this gentleman makes his choice, we can talk about your problems, how about that?"
The two people who went downstairs suddenly didn't dare to move.
The ghost looked at the person in front of him and sighed helplessly:
"It seems that this gentleman has a fear of making choices. This is the second time you have given up on making a choice."
As he spoke, he smiled sympathetically and comforted her:
"It's okay, I can help you."
Hearing this, the tall and thin man swallowed hard and trembled:
"No, I don't want to."
"Hey - so you don't like either of these?"
Perhaps because the ghost's tone was too gentle, the kidnappers actually had the illusion that the other party was easy to negotiate with.
He nodded courageously, as if possessed by a ghost:
"Yes, I don't like it!"
I said no and almost bit my tongue during the process.
Hearing this, the ghost curled his lips and slowly put away the pistol that was against the other party's forehead:
"That's it..."
Just when the kidnappers were about to breathe a sigh of relief, they saw the man in front of them take out a barrel of gasoline from somewhere.
The oil can fell to the ground with a dull thud.
The kidnapper was frightened when he saw what it was and his pupils contracted.
He looked up at the ghost in surprise.
However, the latter took out another bundle of explosives.
The monitor showing the countdown to the explosion was less than two centimeters away from the kidnapper's nose.
The kidnapper, feeling his heart pounding, looked at the man in front of him in horror.
The magician's eyes hidden behind the gauze were filled with mischievous smiles.
Her lips were slightly curled, and her tone was still elegant, with a leisurely and calm tone:
"Then I'll give you another choice, bombs or gasoline, which one do you like?"