Chapter 22: .sleepless

The fire in the dilapidated warehouse building gradually subsided, leaving only sporadic flames, panting with billowing black smoke. The guards who came to extinguish the fire were all smoked like black monkeys, all unkempt and beards slightly charred. The firefighting heroes had just finished wiping the black dust on their faces and were ready to take a rest, when they heard the sharp alarm bells from the hotel in the distance, they were shocked.
"Go! Go! Something happened to the hotel!"
"What are you doing with the spray! Throw it away!"
"Ouch! Who throws something to hit me!"
In the dark ruins, there was a wave of flying dogs, and a team of black guards rushed to the hotel from around the old building, and the warehouse with noisy people was instantly empty.
In the hall on the first floor, which was still densely covered with smoke, the Fire monk and the wild ghost slowly walked out from the side of the dumped beams, his black robe was still intact, only stained with gray. He glanced at the empty room blankly, patted his sleeves, and walked out the door to look out.
Due to the sudden interruption of power, the reporters who had been watching the fire scene all ran back to the front door of the hotel, clamoring for details, ignoring the potential danger. At this moment outside the hotel building is more heavily guarded, armed sergeants are constantly patrolling, and occasionally a few police dogs bark.
The wild ghost frowned and looked up the shining attic again. He didn't know if the action was successful. He whispered in his heart, and Yu Guang glanced at the white signal above the command building and turned around to leave. Suddenly, a black shadow in the alley not far away attracted his attention, and the wild ghost quickly hid in the shadow and looked at it: Under the dim moonlight, a man in black with goggles lowered his head, Sitting motionless on the bluestone brick, with his left hand covering his chest, his right hand supporting the bent knee, and a long dark dagger in his hand.
The wild ghost hidden by the wall stared at the man for a moment, and suddenly showed a smug smile. He paced and walked gently, took a condescending glance, half squatted down and raised the corners of his mouth tauntingly said: "This is not Saiker What? What's the matter? I was bullied? Yo..." At last, the cool tail sound echoed in the gloomy unmanned alley, with a penetrating chill.
Saiker didn't say a word, he raised his head slightly and glanced at the wild ghost, then suddenly raised his left hand to cover his mouth and coughed a few times, revealing a large blood stain on his chest.
"Bleeding? It's really embarrassing... let me see." The wild ghost snorted, reaching out his hand to go to the bleeding wound, but Saiker slapped him away.
"My temper is really big...for this sake, do you still want to pretend to be a master?" The wild ghost gradually reduced his smile, stood up and clapped his hands, staring at him blankly and asked, "The mission failed?"
Saiker just bowed his head and said nothing, as if he hadn't heard the question.
"Huh! I don't know who swore the oath yesterday, this is fine! More than a month of hard work, it was in vain! When you return to the base, see how you explain to your superior!"
"...Are you listening!" Seeing that he was still unresponsive, the wild ghost couldn't help but sullen and shouted calmly: "I can tell you, don't think that you can fool around with Virut! It's not necessary in front of the practice hall. Talk about love!"
"It's so noisy..." Saiker cursed in a low voice, his voice seemed a little hoarse because of his injuries, and even more magnetic.
"Haha...you still have the face to say I'm noisy..." The wild ghost laughed out of anger, "If you don't have me here to cover you, you can't even get in! What right do you have to be arrogant! Without us, You can't do anything! You are nothing!"
He gritted his teeth and wanted to say something, but there was a messy shout in the distance. The wild ghost hurriedly clung to the alley and looked out. A group of guards with flashlights rushed toward the warehouse.
"If you can go, you can keep up, if you can't go, just wait for death here!" The wild ghost didn't dare to stay, he whispered a taunt to Saiker, and leaped lightly on the roof, following the high and low masonry buildings. Rush to the distance.
Saiker raised his head and stared at his back, lightly jumped several times and turned up to the top of the building, chasing wild ghosts in the masonry jungle. The two walked through the darkened power-off blocks one after the other, avoided the crowded commercial avenue, and followed the residential buildings straight to the port.
The wild ghost ran fast in front, seeming to deliberately want to throw away the chaser behind him, ignoring his injury at all. Saiker always followed him in silence, maintaining a rough distance like a kite. The two stopped and turned around the long way, and it was almost two o'clock when they returned to the port base. The originally lively work area finally fell into a quiet sleep at this moment, only the distant port was still brightly lit, and the roar of hoisting machinery was heard from time to time.
The wild ghost stopped outside the camouflage wall at the entrance of the stronghold. He turned his head to look at Saiker, whose face was pale and bleeding, and he cocked his mouth triumphantly and snorted: "Go and talk to your dear Virut. Explain, and see how he can cover it for you!" He turned his head just about to strike a secret signal, a wind rushed behind him, and the unsuspecting wild ghost suddenly fell to the ground in black.
The black-clothed assassin knocked down the wild ghost like lightning, waved his hand to emit a dim light, and covered the entire alley with the phantom vision. At this time, if someone looks out of the wall, only an empty one can be seen. Old alley. He bent down and picked up the unconscious Fire monk, then raised his head and looked around cautiously. A wave of tremor brushed his whole body, and Crown Prince Shun in black costume appeared in this narrow alley.
"Syker...Syker..." The prince murmured the name with his head down, as if he was reminiscing something. After a while, he came back to his senses and took a cold glance at the prey in his hand, then turned and strode out, and another wave of magical power emerged, and his figure instantly disappeared into the cold moonlight like a phantom.
The night is quiet, but the atmosphere in the stone castle inside the brick wall is extremely solemn. Virut was still blindfolded with black cloth. He sat on a stone chair with no expression on his face. On his left stood the seventh uncle in charge of logistics. Saiker stood behind him with his head down, and the pretender was trembling with snakeskin. Opposite him, behind him stood a bald man with a stern face as a supervisor.
"...Who told you the room number?" Virut leaned his hands on the table and asked Snake Skin in a flat tone.
"I... I asked the manager, the captain of the guard, and the back kitchen. They all said it was number 501... He had always booked this room."
"Pretending to be a guard to ask?"
"I pretended to be a manager and asked..."
"Have you encountered anything special?"
"...I met Mrs. Lovina once, but nothing was unusual."
"...What were you doing?" Verutt paused for a moment.
"Pretending to be a guard and chatting with the manager."
"How did she react?"
"I bend over and bow with the manager, and she smiled at me and went upstairs..."
"Who was there at the time?"
"And her housekeeper is there."
"Has he behaved abnormally?"
"No... he glanced at me and left."
It sounds like there is nothing suspicious...but why did Prince Takikuni move into the target room unexpectedly? According to the hotel's arrangements in recent days, this is obviously a hasty decision, which is too unreasonable. Coupled with the weird guard force at the top level, it was obvious that the fire was deliberately directed to the prince... Where did the news come from? Is the whole hotel lying? Who is behind the scenes? Verut leaned his hands and thought for a moment in silence, then asked in a low voice, "Uncle Seven, the port is blocked?"
"Yes, master, you were completely sealed before you came back, and now you can't even drive a bamboo raft out!" The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"...Faster than expected, how is the situation with the demon bee?"
"I have taken the stabilizer and I am still in a coma, but...it shouldn't be a major problem."
"That's good..." Velut subconsciously rubbed his thumb, thinking of the last companion who had not returned, and asked again, "The wild ghost hasn't come back yet?"
Everyone glanced at the entrance of the tunnel at the same time, and the stone path was still quiet, without any noise.
The hall fell silent again, and Virut waited quietly for a while, and seemed to say tiredly: "You go down and rest...I want to be quiet for a while." Everyone looked at each other and said they were taking the attendants out of the hall. , Leaving only Saikor standing alone behind him awkwardly.
Virut continued to consider how to arrange his back, and did not pay any attention to the idea of ​​trouble. The mission has failed, and now the most important thing is to take everyone to evacuate safely, but the unexpected lateness of the wild ghost made him feel a little worried. Was it chased by the enemy? Or... he sat quietly for a long time with his mouth tightly closed, and then asked softly as if talking to himself: "Do you know what's wrong?"
Saiker suddenly heard him ask this question, and for a moment he was at a loss as to how to answer.
Velut didn't wait for him to respond, and continued to ask: "How did he promise me when he came out? Why didn't he follow the instructions to evacuate?"
"Aren't I just a little late? I hurt that as far as I can!" Saiker retorted smugly, disapproving of his friend's accusation in his heart.
"A little late?" Velut sneered, "You are a little late, have you ever thought about the consequences? Have you ever thought that you are not alone, and there are twenty behind you. Yu Ming’s companion!"
"I..." The Shadow Assassin was speechless.
"Have you ever thought that just because you are a little late this time, we got in trouble with the most undesirable person in the capital. Do you think the prince is a tease? Don't forget, you still have an old grudge with him. !" Velut whispered angrily. Although his eyes were temporarily blind, his brain was more awake than usual.
"...Isn't there nothing wrong now..."
"Nothing happened? As soon as daybreak, there will be countless guards searching the whole city. What place do you think this capital is? Once the people in the holy tower are disturbed, how long do you think this bunker can protect us?"
"It's a big deal, if you don't go out, how can they find it here."
"Fool, never underestimate your opponent... What's more, the wild ghost hasn't come back yet... Any accident beyond the plan is a fatal threat to him."
"That's what's up to me, even if he is killed by someone, he is useless!" Saiker was a little annoyed after being trained for a long time, and he complained loudly with his arms folded. What the did the damned smirk have to do with him? coherent!
"Shut up!" Virut turned his head abruptly, his face extremely ugly, "He is your companion! Not your enemy!"
Saiker was taken aback by his loud shout. He had never seen a friend scold himself so gaggedly, and took a step back helplessly.
Virut couldn't see and couldn't see Saiker's unusual reaction. After taking a few breaths, he leaned back on the chair, sighed and said, "When will you be more mature..."
He supported his forehead wearily, and said in a very soft tone dreamily: "In this dark world alone, if you don't have a companion to help you, how far you can go and how many marks can you leave..."
Saiker opened his mouth and didn't speak, but he still seemed to understand. With a frustrated sigh, he collapsed on his back on the cold stone table, looking at the small chandelier above his head without focusing.
The hall was dead silent. After a long time, Velut suddenly whispered like he was awakened from a dream: "You go to rest first... I will wait for the wild ghost to come back..."
"...I'll be with you." The Shadow Assassin stubbornly lay on the table motionless, as if to melt with the stone table and then cast into one.
Thick darkness enveloped this lonely stone castle, and only the lonely chandelier that still had a slight warmth was silently guarding the two lone travelers.
This night, sleepless.