It was as if the soul had been seen through.

"Ding Zhenzong." A man with rough skin and an even rougher voice said hoarsely: "I have been sailing on the sea all year round, and served as the chief mate on an ocean-going freighter."

"Lin Qianqian, you can just call me Qianqian, I am... a radio host." A very well-behaved woman said, rubbing her hands together as she spoke, as if she was a little nervous.

"Will the radio host be nervous too?" Huang Mao, who was wearing a school uniform and earrings, mocked mercilessly, "Sister, I think you should resign and stop doing it. Your communication will become a problem."

"Little brother, I am hosting the Midnight column, which tells about unsolved mysteries and supernatural events. I don't need to answer calls from the audience, and I don't need to communicate." Lin Qianqian explained patiently.

The yellow-haired face of a delinquent boy twitched, then showed a disgusting smile, and said sinisterly: "Sister Qianqian, don't call the word "little brother" indiscriminately, we have never slept, how do you know I am young? "

Anyone could appear in the mission, and everyone didn't care. Even Lin Qianqian pretended not to hear her, without changing her expression.

To be able to live till now, this Lin Qianqian is naturally not a good man and a faithful woman. If she is confused by the appearance, she may die without knowing how she died.

"Everyone get to know each other once, just call me Yao Shunyu." The yellow-haired high school student grinned, showing an annoying smile, "I am a high school student, Mobei No. 7 Senior High School, and I speak for my alma mater .”

The fat man mourned for Huang Mao's alma mater in his heart for 3 seconds.

After Yao, Shunyu's voice fell, there was a brief silence in the room.

Now only Fatty Jiangcheng was left, and the old man in the exercise uniform and the loli girl did not introduce themselves.

"Yuan Shanyuan." In the end, the old man said slowly, "I am the director of a traditional Chinese medicine hospital. This is my granddaughter, Bai Yu. She is in poor health and suffers from a very rare disease. She is not used to it and is unfamiliar. People communicate."

"Wang Fugui, I'm a truck driver." Fatty followed Jiangcheng's teachings, and he knew that the more he said, the more flaws he would have. His self-introduction was always concise.

"Jiangcheng." Jiangcheng said very naturally, "I don't have a regular job, and my most recent job is working in a milk tea shop."

As for Jiang Cheng not showing off himself, Fatty thought about it in his heart, and he understood that this mission was unprecedentedly difficult, his teammates were also Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and the doctor didn't dare to mess around anymore, worried about overturning the car.

"But don't look down on me just because I'm a wage earner. I also have ideals. I plan to work in a milk tea shop to save my tuition, study abroad, and go to Japan. I heard that there is a shortage of talents in the film and television industry there." Jiang Cheng continued. .

The fat man wanted to slap himself backhand.

Zhang Shiwei still looks like a good old man, squinting his eyes and smiling softly, "It seems that there are talents from all walks of life among us, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. I hope this time, everyone will be safe and sound." .”

"It will." Someone sneered.

"Dum."

"Dum."

"Dum."

…

There was a sound of footsteps from far to near, the footsteps were heavy, something like leather shoes hit the floor, everyone suddenly became vigilant, and after a while, accompanied by a "creak-" sound, light came in.

A door was opened from the outside, and a figure came in.

It took a while for everyone to get used to the light. The person who came was a short and stocky man, wearing nice clothes with embroidery on it, the top of his head was sparse but combed very neatly with a comb, his eyes were slightly squinted, his face There was a flattering smile on his face, "Masters, I'm sorry, I've wronged you."

Because they don't know the situation in this world and their own identities, none of them answered.

It seems that the person looks like the butler of a wealthy family.

Seeing that these people did not speak, the man who looked like a butler became more respectful and lowered his waist, but his eyes could not deceive anyone. The smile on this man's face was very fake, "Masters, don't be upset. I was imprisoned because I didn’t confirm the identities of the masters. Now that the matter has been clarified, everything is clear. The masters are all good people. It’s all my fault and our poor hospitality. I’m here to apologize to you.”

"Only apologizing for the matter will be exposed?" Luo Tianhe took it seriously, and he really had the air of an outsider, and he overwhelmed the butler man in his aura.

Hearing that there was wind in the words, the butler man immediately smiled, "Of course, of course it's more than that, please rest assured, masters, as long as... as long as you can cure my master's heart disease, no matter who heals it, we will still pay the price we negotiated before." It can be added, how about adding 10%?"

"No! Add 20%!" The butler man boldly stretched out **** and said loudly.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng shook his head, and then slowly stretched out five fingers, "Add 50%, not just for the master who cured your master, but for all of them, 50% for each!"

The butler was stunned, and after a while, he seemed to think of something, and a hint of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes, but soon, he was washed away by a hypocritical smile, "Okay, according to this master, each person will add 50%! "

After the negotiation, everyone didn't talk nonsense, followed the housekeeper, and walked out of this dark prison cell.

As for the six corpses, no one cares about them.

After leaving the door of the patrol room, they came to a busy street and walked along the street for about 10 minutes. Everyone stopped at the same time and looked to the right.

Across the street, is a hotel.

Burnt down hotel!

It is the Roman Hotel!

Going around~lightnovelpub.net~ They actually came back again. At this moment, everyone couldn't even distinguish the boundary between reality and fantasy, as if they hadn't escaped and were still under the control of the Roman Hotel.

At this moment the butler came up and urged: "Masters, what are you looking at, please follow me quickly, my master's illness can't be delayed any longer."

Hearing that they were not asked to go back to the hotel, everyone's faces improved a lot, and they continued to follow the butler. The road after that was much more difficult. First, they entered a small alley, which was dark and damp, and there were even untreated garbage piled up in the corner .

In this way, he walked for a while, and finally came to the entrance of a house. The house was relatively large, surrounded by high walls, and a large black iron gate looked very strong.

Not far from the house, there is a relatively wide area where several rickshaws are parked, and drivers with towels on their shoulders are waiting for customers.

There are also coachmen who simply park their cars in the shadows, cover their faces with straw hats, and sleep in the shade, with their feet in straw sandals raised high on the handles of the carts.

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