"Dudley, you ungrateful fellow! The banquet at the Stuart Hotel was your trap to try to kill us all!"
"That's enough! Stop it now. Is this the time to argue about this? Do you have to attract the crows to be satisfied?"
"crow?"
"Ha! You mean that woman? There's no telling whether she's a crow or not!"
There was endless debate in the banquet hall, and Shuichi Akai lurked quietly under the tables and chairs, like a ghost, making no sound.
Yu Jiang did not go in. He stood outside the banquet hall at the angle between the fire escape and the fire escape. It was a very advantageous position to cover the banquet hall with firepower and to evacuate through the emergency escape.
But Shuichi Akai doesn't seem to need his help.
The debate among the capitalists finally came to an end when more and more people wearing white ribbons gathered in the banquet hall, and now anyone could spot the problem.
The person who invited them obviously regarded them as pawns, just tools and chess pieces for him to search for the crow's treasure.
Dudley's face turned livid: "Use me? Don't shoot yourself in the foot!"
"Wait a minute, Dudley, don't you think there's something wrong with this painting?"
Someone pointed to a painting hanging in the banquet hall and was amazed.
It was a beautiful oil painting, but the core was not a mythical figure, but an ordinary woman - she was covered in black veil, like a withered bone struggling out of hell, her hands were as bony as firewood, and dark brown age spots were all over them.
, but her face was as beautiful as a girl's. The girl held a blood-red gem tightly, and there was a blood drop in the center of the gem that was about to fall.
Dudley took a step back in horror: "The black veil on her body...why does it look so like..."
Like a crow spreading its wings to fly!
"What she is holding is the crow's treasure! It must be like this!!"
The capitalists became excited and gathered around the painting, admiring it obsessively.
Let alone well-dressed capitalists, it would be perfectly fine to describe them as mice meeting rice.
I don't know who touched the mechanism under the painting. With an unpleasant sound of mechanical friction and collision, the floor facing the painting suddenly sank, revealing a deep and damp corridor.
Now the capitalists have become even more fanatical.
They were both nervous and excited.
Worry about unknown dangers, and be excited about the treasures that are just around the corner.
Led by Dudley, they walked down the corridor one after another until their bodies completely disappeared into the darkness.
Akai Hide quickly pressed the switch before the door was about to close, and nodded to Yujie who was still standing outside the banquet hall.
Yujiang: "...do we have to go down?"
"It's now time, do you want to back down?"
Yu Jiang walked over reluctantly: "But don't you think it's strange that those people have no sense of worry at all, and they don't even have anyone stationed there? They are just like fools bewitched by sirens."
"Perhaps compared to the hidden risks, the dangers of the people around you are greater." Akai Shuichi urged, "If it were later, they would be suspicious."
Yu Jiang: "Ha! Now it looks more like it. People who have realized the danger still choose to walk into the abyss under the temptation. I can make a Hollywood horror movie with this starting point."
Although he said this, he still followed Akai Shuichi into the low passage, and the secret door on the floor slowly closed as the last person entered.
Dudley, who was walking at the front, turned around when he heard the noise: "What was that sound just now? Is the door closed?"
"Is this something so hard to imagine?" Michelle sneered, "That person just wants to put us in a dungeon and catch us all, and there will be fools who want to throw themselves into the trap."
"That's enough, Michelle, didn't you come here for the crow's treasure?" Dudley looked gloomy, "use your brain, this time interval is too long, it's very wrong."
Mrs. Gercia, the only woman in the team, nervously grabbed her husband's arm: "Please don't scare me. There should be no ghosts in the JUKE Hotel, right?"
"If there is no ghost, maybe there is death~" Martin Erdogan laughed sharply, "Danger is everywhere."
"ah--"
"Martin! Shut up! You madman!"
The quarrels in the front were getting louder and louder, and Yu Jiang couldn't help scratching his ears when he heard them, and the anomaly Dudley mentioned before was quickly buried in their endless internal disputes.
Akai Shu cursed expressionlessly: "Are they idiots?"
Yu Jiang laughed out loud: "I didn't expect that outstanding graduates of the FBI Academy would also curse."
"I'm not a good person." Akai Shuichi raised his eyebrows, "Don't get me wrong."
Indeed, even with the seemingly upright identity of an FBI agent, Shuichi Akai's rotten heart and soul could not be concealed.
If the soul had a color, no matter whether he, Shuichi Akai, or the two policemen, without exception, it would be black with a foul odor.
In order to prevent Dudley from discovering them, they stopped talking during the second half of the journey. But Dudley and his group never stopped speaking normally.
Through these quarrels, Yu Jiang learned that they all received a mysterious invitation letter without a signature, so they gathered all the way at the JUKE Hotel to participate in this rude chess competition.
Some people found letters under their pillows, some saw invitations in safe houses that they thought were tightly guarded, and some even suddenly had a sticker with the invitation written on their backs after going out together.
In short, as Martin Erdogan said, danger is everywhere.
Even if it's not for the baby, but just to survive, they will go through this journey.
"Hmph, don't describe yourselves so innocently." Martin Erdogan mocked, "When you see that painting, all of you look extremely ugly."
"Martin!"
Martin is still the blond man Yu Jiang met on the plane, but after his companions died one after another, his mental state has obviously deteriorated.
He was forced to appear here with his elders, but his words were ridiculed and cursed.
"Are you doing it for money?" Martin sneered, "You are obviously doing it for eternity..."
"Shut up!"
This time, Dudley went completely crazy. He stuffed the muzzle of the gun into Martin Erdogan's mouth. The hard metal shell left deep red marks between Martin's lips and teeth.
"Shut up! Erdogan's boy! Otherwise you will go to hell to make amends to Yug!!"
Martin Erdogan still looked determined, but his father panicked, apologized hurriedly, and saved his son from Dudley's gun.
"Okay, Martin, just say a few words..." Old Erdogan looked fearful, "Think of Barrow, think of Barrow..."