Chapter 14: Entering the Film Group

The guard had not yet reacted. He had put a three-foot-long sharp Japanese knife on his neck. The knife body was bright silver, which looked extremely gloomy and cold in the dim light.

Being the guard, Qian Sanhai's figure appeared. He held the handle of a long knife in one hand and pressed the guard's shoulder with the other hand. He leaned over his head and grinned softly, "Hey, I've caught you!"

The guard was shocked and wanted to resist, but it was too late.

Life has been completely controlled by Qian Sanhai. In just one second, he has lost the right to ask questions and has become a grasshopper in Meng Fan's hands. Life and death are only on the front line.

Meng Fan stretched out his finger and pointed gently in the sky. The eight knife handles that were originally sandwiched between the fingers by the guards rotated together and broke free from his hand. The tip of the knife pointed to his body at different angles and suspended quietly in the air.

"Who are you?" Obviously, the guard has been deeply immersed in great shock and fear. Although he pretended to be calm, his slightly trembling voice has betrayed him.

"I'm not a person, but I want to join your film group." Meng Fan walked forward with a smile, "How about opening the mechanism for me?"

"How do you know--?" In the eyes of this guard, Meng Fan's smile was no less than Death's smile, which was strange and horrible.

"Ky, be polite to my captain!" Qian Sanhai's long knife moved, and the sharp blade cut a slender wound on the guard's shoulder, and blood gradually oozed out, dyeing half of his shirt red.

Unexpectedly, the boy clenched his teeth and didn't say a word.

I learned from the ghosts who were captured by Meng Fan in Osaka that if a ninja betrays the organization, the end is often more difficult than death, so many ninjas would rather commit suicide than reveal the information.

To put it bluntly, the name of ninja perseverance is not their own quality, let alone the so-called samurai spirit, but is forced by a cruel organization.

Meng Fan sneered, bypassed the guard's body and entered the guard's room.

Gently stroked the wall and felt it carefully. Meng Fan could clearly sense that there was a large mechanism hidden behind the solid wall. This mechanism is complex and fine, with gears and gears, and the structure is very large.

However, no matter how sophisticated the mechanism is, it is just a kind of machinery. Meng Fan pressed the wall and moved his mind. The sound of the bite of the gears suddenly came out of the wall. After more than ten seconds, the ground in the middle of the room turned two sides, and a long ladder extending down by a black hole appeared in front of Meng Fan's eyes.

"How is that possible?" The guard was stunned and looked at Meng Fan's back. His face was incredible with fear, and his legs were weak. If he hadn't been framed by Qian Sanhai, he would have been paralyzed to the ground.

"Let's go!" Meng Fan waved his hand and walked down.

"Good!" Qian Sanhai answered, and the knife rotated in his hand. He walked a few steps quickly and followed Meng Fan closely.

The guard covered his neck, gasped a few times, and fell to the ground. At the position of his neck and carotid artery, a crack was prominent, and blood gushed out, converging into a sticky dark red lake under him.

The trachea and arteries were cut. He couldn't shout and could only twist in the pool of blood like a loach. After half a minute, his body finally straightened up and there was no more sound.

Qian Sanhai's knife is accurate, sharp, without any hesitation, and deserves the name of a natural killer.

At this time, Meng Fan and Qian Sanhai have gone deeper than 50 meters underground, but this ladder to the underground seems to have no end. In addition to the yellow light emitted by the candlelight hanging on the wall, it is the endless ladder to the underground darkness.

"How long will it take?" Meng Fan looked around cautiously and asked Li He softly.

"Captain, it's almost time, there's still half the distance." There were some noises in the earplugs, and Li He's voice was also intermittent, which was not particularly clear.

Meng Fan's heart sank suddenly. Now it is estimated that it should be about 50 meters underground. The signal of the sound receiver is weak to this extent. If it goes 100 meters underground, the signal will certainly be weaker and even completely unacceptable.

Captain, what's wrong? Is it because the sound signal is weak? Qian Sanhai also had a set of sound receivers in his ears, and naturally he also heard Li He's message full of noise.

Meng Fan nodded.

"Hey, captain, it's not a big deal. It's a random response." Qian Sanhai's expression is still full of fanaticism and doesn't care about it.

Meng Fan shook his head helplessly. This Qian Sanhai really has all the potential that a killer should have - bloodthirsty fanaticism, fearless courage and quick mastery of weapons.

However, what he said is very reasonable. The so-called plan is in people, and success is in heaven. It is impossible to fully consider all aspects before doing something. In addition to prior planning, the more important thing is not being chaotic in the face of danger and adapting to changes.

Meng Fan was relieved and said to Li He again, "Li He, tell us more about the underground situation."

Li He answered and said, "The whole underground structure is an inverted vertebrae, with the largest area on one floor and only a few hundred square meters on the last floor. I just confidently saw it clearly. Except for the last floor, which is an empty large room, the other eleven floors are all maze structures, but this maze structure is very simple. From beginning to end, you can go to the end when you encounter a fork in the right. In terms of personnel distribution on each floor, there are the largest number of people on the first floor. There are probably seven or eight rooms interspersed in the maze, with a total of more than 20 people. There are fewer and fewer people on the lower floors. There seems to be only one person on the last floor, but I'm not sure, because there is only a candlelight on the last floor, I can only see the outline of one person, and the others can't see clearly.

At this time, Su Qian interrupted and said, "Meng Fan, didn't that Hao Er say that there are only 37 ghosts in Japan? How can there be so many people?"

"It's okay, Qian'er." Meng Fan smiled and said, "Don't worry, have you forgotten that ghosts are only the highest stage of ninjas. Maybe there are many middle ninja, upper ninja and so on."

"Oh." Su Qian answered obediently, "Well, you have to be careful."

"Ye, don't worry, Qian'er."

After saying that, Meng Fan looked at the ladder leading to darkness under his feet and became firm.

Meng Fan and Qian Sanhai walked the remaining stairs step by step, and finally came to the underground floor.

Some oil lamps are hung on the walls on both sides of the stairs leading to the underground. Although the light is weak, you can still see the stairs under your feet. On this floor, there are only some sparks on the roof, like stars reflected in the sky, which are not very bright. They can't even illuminate the surrounding objects, and can only see the outline of the objects.

Meng Fan looked around, but saw that both sides were full of walls, more than four meters high, and the width of the road under his feet was the same as the width of the stairs to the underground, more than two meters and less than three meters.

It seems that what Li He said is not wrong. This hall is indeed separated into a maze by high walls. If you enter rashly, you are very likely to get lost.

However, with the guidance of Li He, there is nothing to worry about.

'Stepping', Meng Fan took the first step. At the moment when the soles of his shoes touched the ground, he suddenly made a very crisp sound under his feet, which spread in this quiet space in an instant, ethereal and distant, echoed around his ears for a long time.

What's going on? Meng Fan was shocked. He and Qian Sanhai were wearing soft-soled sneakers. How could they make such a sound?

At the same time, a room on the right side of the first floor.

A long-haired young man in tight black was lowering his head and slowly wiping the long knife in his hand. Hearing the sound of ethereal, his hands suddenly paused and slowly raised his head, revealing a gloomy light in his eyes.

"There are invaders!"

The twelfth floor has a large room of hundreds of square meters without a maze.

A demonic young man with erect hair was sitting cross-legged in the center of the room, with two bright and dazzling long knives diagonally inserted in front of him. The knife body was like a mirror, reflecting his arrogant face.

He closed his eyes slightly, put one hand on his knee, and the palm of the other hand open, and put it vertically on the right side of his face. Suddenly, his fingers moved slightly and the corners of his mouth rose, showing a strange smile.

"Xiaodie, it's really interesting. There are guests coming!" He suddenly opened his eyes, but his pupils were black and white, which looked surprisingly strange...

On the first floor, Meng Fan was squatting and gently stroking the green bricks under his feet with a solemn face. After a while, Meng Fan found that in the place where he had just stepped in, the surface of several green bricks was particularly smooth and a little loose. He thought that there must be some clever mechanism that could make notes.

And this kind of mechanism is not mechanical!

It's a little troublesome. The sound just now is like providing a signal to the ghosts at the headquarters of the film group - a signal that someone broke in.

Ninjas at least one layer should know this. As for whether this sound can be transmitted below the second layer, it is not known for the time being.

"Captain." Seeing Meng Fan squatting there, Qian Sanhai shouted softly.

"Hey." Meng Fan stood up, shook his head and said, "If you can't make a sneak attack, you can only break through."

When Meng Fan was about to step forward, he suddenly frowned.

So fast? Meng Fan clearly felt that there were 23 knives on this floor, which were quickly flying towards him from different directions.

"Qian Sanhai, hold your knife!" Meng Fan shouted, and all the knives in his pocket floated out and shot at more than a dozen of them.

On the other hand, at the same time, Meng Fan's consciousness locked the remaining ten of the 23 knives, and an order was issued in an in an moment.

"Zun!"

At the same time, among the more than 20 people who stepped on the wall and flew to the stairway, ten Japanese knives in their hands swirled around the handle, spind and pulled them away at a high speed like a drill, and fell down to their original owner at the moment of getting out of their hands.

After the knife took off the hands of these ninjas, Meng Fan could not determine their position, and could only try to let the knife fall quickly in reverse at the moment of taking off.

"Ah-"

"Ah-"

Seven unwilling screams echoed, and seven people did not expect this sudden change, and they were cut in half by the sharp long knife. The remaining three reacted a little quickly, stepped on the side wall with their legs, suddenly tried hard, and avoided half a meter in the air. Fortunately, they escaped.