After such a long period of training, Chen Xinyi also has some premonition abilities, very slight.
Facing this elevator, she didn't feel any danger at all and stepped directly into it.
"Look, this is the elevator we came up from."
"Downstairs is the first floor, and outside is the place for basketball. There are also night owls playing basketball. Did you hear the thump-dong-dong sound of basketball?"
"There is no such thing as Qingtian doctor..."
Chen Xinyi was stunned mid-sentence, because she didn't press any button at all, but the elevator started running by itself!
The flashing lights seemed to be mocking the two people entering the elevator.
"It's moving, it's moving!" Xu Zhijun said loudly.
"Hey? What's going on here?" Ms. Chen's scalp was numb and her heart was pounding. She pressed the button on the elevator as quickly as possible.
But no matter how I press it, it won't light up.
There was a feeling of weightlessness in the body, and the elevator began to fall rapidly!
The cell phone also lost signal.
"Ah?!" She closed her eyes and realized that she couldn't enter the game training camp.
Immediately he realized that his disaster star constitution was acting up!!
"No way, why did it happen all of a sudden..." Her little face wrinkled into a ball, and she was about to cry.
The elevator descended faster and faster, as if it was going to the eighteenth level of hell, falling downwards in a free fall.
"[Game]...Help, help!"
But Xu Zhijun, who is rich and powerful, is still in a state of ecstasy, dreaming of finding a "Qingtian Hospital" that can cure all diseases.
The two of them disappeared into the Black Guards' base.
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At the same time, Hong Kong Island.
A flash of inspiration flashed through my mind.
Feng Ling, who was sleeping, vaguely sensed some potential crisis.
She stood up from the bed sleepily, put her luggage on her back, and rolled it down from the hotel window.
"I may be going somewhere..."
"A very important place."
"I won't bring this piece of metal with me anymore."
Feng Ling didn't know where she was going, she just followed the instructions in her heart and hurriedly walked through the alleys.
I kept jogging for more than half an hour.
She came to a large building in the suburbs, surrounded by high walls.
At the north gate, there is a sign: Guangyingli Funeral Home!
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And just 10 minutes after Feng Ling left, the police came here and knocked on the door with a "dong dong dong" sound: "Check the ward! Is there anyone inside?"
No one responded.
The hotel staff used the key card to open the room door, but found that there was no one inside.
Just like in the TV series, the rhythm of the police is always a beat slower. The bad guys run away, but the police come to the door.
"Who called the police?" asked a member of the black guards.
"A man named Pan Hao claims to be very famous..."
"Pan Hao... who is it?" Several black-clad investigators thought for a long time, but they could not remember who this Pan Hao was.
Although they have learned about the recent Blood Demon Incident, pseudonyms are often used in textbooks for those involved who are still alive, so only a few people know Pan Hao's name.
The two of them saw a large piece of silver-white metal on the bedside table. Because this thing was too heavy, Feng Ling did not take it away.
"What kind of metal is this? What is this female guest doing with such a big piece of metal?"
"Put down... mithril! This is mithril!"
Such a large piece of mithril made the two of them gasp. This matter may be beyond their capabilities.
Several people reported it to higher-ups as quickly as possible.
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"The guards in black are indeed here, but they don't seem to be high-level ones. They are investigating the piece of mithril." Pan Hao was dozing off in the car when he suddenly received a call from his youngest son.
"Why are there just a few rotten fish and shrimps here? They didn't embezzle mithril, did they?"
Pan Hao lit a cigarette and took a puff.
Seeing Feng Ling's figure disappearing into the night, he didn't rush to catch up. For those with higher premonition ability, if they follow too anxiously, they will be easily discovered.
Feng Ling has a Beidou positioning system in her pocket. As long as she doesn't go to some different space, she won't be afraid of losing it.
"No, no, I see that they are very careful in their contact, the process is relatively standardized, and they even call and report to their superiors."
"They even knocked on the door and asked me if I had seen any trace of this little girl. I said no, I didn't recognize her..."
"Well, that's the answer, that's pretty good."
Pan Hao was silent for a moment. Now their family has gone on vacation overseas, and only the youngest and smartest son is helping with some things.
The supernatural world is a channel leading to another level. It is very dangerous to step into it, but it is reluctant to give up completely.
Therefore, Pan Hao only trains the smartest children. The next generation who is not mentally strong enough can live an ordinary life.
How do we call the so-called rich generation and rich second generation... Whether it is ambition, strong desire for success, or self-discipline, there are some differences between the rich first generation and the rich second generation in terms of personality.
It is extremely difficult to inherit wealth forever.
However, Pan Hao can take this kind of thing lightly. Emperors of Qin, Han, Wu, Tang, and Song are dynasties that reincarnate every three hundred years. By the time his children and grandchildren lose all their family property, he will most likely be dead. Who will care?
Got so much? He has no throne to inherit.
"Hey, these large organizations always have some organizational diseases and are slow to respond. At critical moments, you still have to rely on me, Old Pan, to save the world." Pan Hao muttered, "This little girl ran away early."
"Dad, do you want me to come and pick you up? Who is that little girl? Is she worthy of so much attention? Is it a rare thing on her body that you have taken a fancy to and want to rob?"
"Robbery means robbery. Just how many pounds you have. Have you ever killed a chicken or seen a dead person? You are a loser." Pan Hao cursed unceremoniously, "Staying in your hotel, there is nothing wrong with you."
Tell me what news the black-clad guards have, don’t call, send text messages.”
"Call me directly and you might get your father killed."
"I know I know!"
He turned his phone to silent mode and followed quietly in his car.
Soon, BYD arrived at its destination.
Pan Hao's pupils shrank slightly: "Guangyingli Funeral Home...what are you doing in this damn place? I knew there was something wrong with this woman."
He ran to a funeral parlor in the middle of the night and was so frightened that he almost got goosebumps.
Fortunately, this funeral parlor is considered a formal government institution. It burns hundreds of people a day. Even at midnight, there are still quite a few family members of the deceased keeping vigil inside.
Want to go in and take a look?
"You won't be able to make any tricks to deceive corpses... A demon god... Either he's waiting for the big shot in the black guard here? Or he's waiting for a saint here?"
Pan Hao wiped the cold sweat from his face, feeling a little uncertain.
I searched again on my mobile phone: "The former Qingtian Hospital was converted into this funeral parlor...Is it a Feng Shui problem?"
Suddenly, the positioning signal on Feng Ling disappeared!
"If a person dies and a bird looks up to the sky, he will not die for tens of thousands of years."
Pan Hao bit the bullet, silently recited a few words of "Saint Blessings", then touched the letter "My name is Pan Hao, but I am already dead when you read this letter..." and used the move Lai Yun Zong.