Text 0616 Forbidden House

Scavengers in the dark night

Henna fits like a gecko on the upper beam of the shell-shaped roof. Below is the side door that enters and exits the backstage. You can't see it from her angle, but she can easily get in if she turns over.

Five minutes ago, she watched the pilot enter the backstage through this door, and she has been waiting here since then, waiting for the door to open again without rush.

Soon, she heard a squeak, and someone dressed as an attendant held something and squeezed it out of it.

Before the person was completely separated from the door, Henna had already turned over and jumped up and dived into the gap between the attendant and the lintel like a fish.

There is another attendant holding a heavy object in the door.

Hina, who was in the accident, did not show any panic of the accident. She threw out the hook before landing. Her slender legs were stretched straight, and she gently tapped on the support of the next attendant, and the whole person raised against the trend. , Turned over the door lintel and rushed up to the beam.

"It's falling down!"

The latter attendant screamed, the former one turned around with a smile, and carefully held the latter's holdings with his shoulders.

"Is it useless anymore? You can't even move things well, be careful that the patriarch will drive you back to Boston."

The latter poked his head from behind the holding, his face full of rejoicing and guilty conscience: "A lot of... talkative, who knew that when the door opened, there would be such a demon wind that almost blew the box down."

"The wind?" The former thought for a long time, "Ah, it seems to be blowing from my forehead, and it didn't blow to me at all. Is it God bless?"

"God is upright, so sneaky, it must be the devil."

"Hey, do you also believe that the patriarch will summon the devil?"

"Who knows..."

Henna ran on the spiderweb-like beam like a cat, with a busy backstage under her feet. The highness of the emcee was blocked by layers of curtains, and here it has become faint, if there is nothing.

This was originally the feature of the whispering wall, which is different from the omni-directional sound amplification effect of later generations of speakers. The principle of the whispering wall is to concentrate the diverging sound, and the volume on the side and back will not be strengthened, but only weakened.

Henna quickly ran across the open area in the backstage, but could not find the pilot. The unchecked part was only a separate room directly behind the stage.

It was a very weird room. The passage was cut off in four directions. Judging from the structure of the roof, it should be exactly in the north of the central axis of the main venue, which is the shortest place in the entire building.

It was built very sturdy. It was obviously not at the load-bearing point, but Hina saw steel and rivets on its columns and external beams, just like building a bunker at the end of the venue.

It has a door connecting with the backstage, the only door is tightly closed, and there are people coming and going. Obviously it is not suitable for sneaking in like the previous side door.

Hina thought for a while, and started quickly circling to the other side of the backstage, opening the door and sneaking out when no one was paying attention, then rushed to the roof, and the cornice ran to the position corresponding to the closed room.

There is a row of windows facing the sea and the beach not far away. It is picturesque and has a wide view.

Hina discovered for the first time that the main auction venue was so close to the sea, about 500 meters, and the location was built on the northern edge of the island's jungle, rather than the center of the island on the Morgan Chamber of Commerce map.

It is the dense jungle and winding roads that distort people’s sense of distance and orientation. If there is another reason, it is that the piers around the island subconsciously think that Morgan Chambers of Commerce has developed all the beaches, but they did not expect them to give He left a piece of the most beautiful scenery.

Hina went down and inspected the joints of the wooden roof carefully, and quickly found a gap that could be pried open, drew out the throwing knife, and gently opened it.

There is a hollow inner partition under the roof, and underneath is a thin thermal and sound insulation cork layer, the cork layer is taken out and there is an iron plate of unknown depth.

The iron plates seem to be arranged independently. Hannah did not find any gaps in the splicing of the iron plates in the skylight opened. If she wanted to find a wider range, she had to tear down more roofs...

"I hope you can hear it..." Hina lay down and pressed her ears tightly to the iron plate after glancing at the sun high in the sky.

...

The room was in a mess.

Paper, pens, ink, stamps, and fragmentary dresses, men's and women's, black and red are scattered on the luxurious carpet.

Susan Morgan was lying naked on the empty desk, the sunlight illuminating the sweat stains on her body through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, blushing after the orgasm, reflecting a beautiful glow.

Suddenly, her long eyelashes trembled slightly: "Would you like to leave without saying goodbye again? Brother."

"It's just that there are some things to do." The pilot fastened the sleeves of his shirt and said, "You should be aware of the commotion just now."

"Is it that commotion worth 23,800 pounds?" Susan opened her eyes and flushed. "Chairman Drake is worthy of being the richest businessman under the age of thirty, spending money like dirt. I saw the commission offer. It's a list, the charm of that stroke by stroke is really..."

"That's why you called me here all of a sudden." The pilot was expressionless, "Lorraine Drake aroused you. Do you need to have a diarrhea?"

"My dear brother is jealous!" Susan smiled charmingly, sat up with a smile, caressed her belly, and showed her proud figure indifferently. "You are jealous, even if you know that the best man will come to me. It's just a plaything. I only want my brother's children, and I just want Morgan and Morgan to give birth to a new Morgan."

"Alsace Morgan died a long time ago. Just a month before the death of the last patriarch, he was killed in order to allow you to successfully inherit the position of patriarch." The pilot looked at Susan coldly, "Stop calling My brother, that makes me sick."

"But you also make me sick." The charming Susan became ice in a second, "If it weren't for my brother, you would be just a bunch of inferiority and obedient stinky meat~lightnovelpub.net~ Get out and do your thing. Don't stain my blanket."

Sudden silence.

The pilot didn't make a sound anymore, he put on his clothes in silence, opened the door in silence, and walked out in silence.

The door is closed.

Susan jumped off the desk, stepped barefoot across the soft carpet, and picked up a shiny button among the pile of debris.

Those are the buttons on the men's shirt, the buttons on the pilot's clothes.

She held the button to her heart, squeezed it tightly, and knelt down on the ground bit by bit.

"You are still so obedient... brother."

"Every time you are so obedient, approaching obediently, walking away obediently, and leaving without saying goodbye obediently... You never say goodbye to me, just like an ugly marionette."

"coward……"

Susan vomited suddenly and violently until she vomited everything in her stomach, leaving only her stomach acid burning her throat.

There was a fire burning in her heart.

She stood up with a smile, weeping, threw the button into the middle of the vomit, turned and opened the door.

There were no strands on her body, but the men backstage turned a blind eye and did not squint until she grabbed a waiter and took off his dovetail.

"Burn everything in the study," she said. "Before noon, set up the new room."

The attendant put the dovetail on her body with a pale face, closed his eyes, and didn't even dare to lift his head.

"Yes, patriarch," the attendant replied tremblingly, "Is anyone ready for the carriage?"

"No need." Susan's eyes were motionless as if she was dead. "I'm suffocating and want to go back by myself."

"Send to the patriarch..."

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