Chapter 18 The taste of sugar, you don't understand.
When Jason spoke, Perls's eyes bloomed with a light.
That is, hope!
In his 'escape plan', compared to the 'newcomer' and Jialun who simply relied on 'luck', Jason was the more suitable one.
only……
sugar?
Why do you say sugar?
However, this does not prevent Perls from answering.
"Is fruit candy okay?"
Pers said and took out two candies from his pocket.
The candy is rolled up in red and green wrapping paper, with beautiful wrinkles on both sides.
Jason nodded.
Pers immediately handed over the candy.
You did not enter the room, but passed through the "passing port" on the side wall.
A square opening that you can put your hand into appeared, with a metal tray. Pers placed the candy on the metal tray, and then the tray sank and the opening closed.
Then, the floor in front of Jason floated up, and the tray with two candies appeared.
After Jason picked up the two candies, the floor sank and everything returned to normal.
Jason twisted open the wrapping paper and threw the candy into his mouth.
The sweetness spreads.
The feeling of happiness arises spontaneously.
Although the 'nutrition meal' is free and really nutritious, it really has no taste.
After three and a half days of eating 'nutritious meals', Jason really misses the taste.
This kind of longing was satisfied at this time.
The sweet, orange-flavored candy released its sweetness on the tongue, and more of Jason's saliva participated, letting the sweetness spread from the mouth to the throat, esophagus, and stomach.
call!
Jason let out a long breath and turned his head to look at Pers, who was standing outside the door, slightly nervous.
Jason knew exactly why Perls did this.
Jason can even guess what Perls wants to do next.
"Escape is not the best option."
Jason said simply.
Now that you know what the other party wants to do, you can use the other party's cards to gain more initiative.
What?!
After hearing Jason's words, Pers' face was shocked.
How did he know?
Deep down, Pers asked himself.
Then, the 'contactee' pretended to be calm and spoke.
"Player Jason, what are you talking about?"
"I don't quite understand."
Jason looked at Pers who was holding on, and the corners of his mouth curled up under the mask.
Pers is one of those people who can't hide his emotions very well.
To put it simply, he is a relatively simple person.
It is precisely because of this that the other party will be ‘selected’.
"Did you think it was over?"
Jason did not argue with Perls about the issue of 'escape', but instead changed the issue.
"Is Xilin dead?"
"Isn't that enough?"
Pers was stunned.
"How can it be enough?"
"Schilling's death is the beginning."
Jason said with certainty.
Although Jason still can't confirm who the 'person behind the scenes' is, but after the other party made such a big move, he just wanted to kill 'Xillin', the butler of the 'Send Family'?
Jason didn't believe anything he said.
The other party’s goal is at least the ‘Send Family’.
Even, a little bigger.
Pers stood blankly at the door, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
But immediately, Pers looked at Jason with a strange look.
Too deceptive?
Why do you still use your brain when you are obviously tall and thick?
Shouldn't a person like Jason be straightforward?
No matter what, it's all cut down with one blow.
If one cut doesn't work, use the second cut!
This fits Jason’s image!
This 'contact person' couldn't help complaining in his heart.
Jason saw the weird look on Perth's face, but he didn't care.
Use your brain when it's time to use your brain.
Be reckless when you need to be.
As for how to choose?
He has always lived from his heart.
Bullying the weak and fearing the strong?
Doesn't exist!
Following the heart means following the guidance of the soul. How can a person who obeys his instincts be said to bully the weak and fear the strong?
"That's why you're alive."
Jason continued.
This sentence startled Pers.
"What's the meaning?"
Pers asked hurriedly.
"Because you are still useful!"
"Otherwise, you would have been silenced by the murderer long ago. Believe me, if necessary, the person behind the plan has a hundred ways to kill you."
"The simplest thing is..."
"Use what He gave you."
Jason answered matter-of-factly.
With what he gave me?
Pers fell into deep thought.
Then, the 'contactee' turned slightly pale and asked with a slightly trembling voice: "Are you talking about the USB drive that contains the add and delete programs?"
Jason nodded.
Since the 'arranger behind the scenes' dared to give this USB flash drive directly to Pers, he would naturally think of what Pers might use it for in the future.
And these are all within the ‘category’ recognized by the other party.
It is also under control.
"Does that person know about our current conversation?"
Pers's face became increasingly pale.
"That won't happen."
"Although I don't quite understand the other party's program, the 'security facilities' here should be quite comprehensive. Modifying a surveillance picture and modifying a surveillance picture and then transmitting the original surveillance picture to a certain location are completely different.
It’s a level of difficulty, and given the other party’s caution, they won’t use this method of exposing their ‘own position’ at all.”
"Remember! You need the kind of information with high error tolerance."
"For example, you succeeded with Jialun, but failed with me."
Jason reminded again.
"Okay, I understand, player Jason."
After saying that, the 'contactee' Perls turned around and left.
Looking at the door that had returned to its 'wood color' again, Jason suddenly understood more and more why the ' behind-the-scenes planner' chose Perls.
It’s so useful!
He just made a simple analysis and allowed Pers to convey the 'information' he wanted.
Perls may choose 'The Torturer' to cooperate, the other party can guess.
But will the ‘torturers’ cooperate?
‘Golden Sheep’ Jialun will most likely cooperate.
And him?
It is an unknown.
In other words, Perls's pursuit of cooperation is a test by the other party.
If successful, the other party will proceed to the next step.
What if it fails?
The other party will naturally use backup means.
"Which one will it be: the Gibson family, the Hera family, the Emel family, or the Lothar family?"
Jason muttered to himself in his heart.
Then, he raised his hand and pressed the 'Nutritional Meal (Free)' button.
bite.
The crisp sound echoed throughout the room.
…
Area F, ‘Game’ building, top floor.
Xilin's body had been moved away long ago, and even the blood had been cleaned up.
Brand new carpet.
Disinfectants, ventilation, air fresheners.
After a series of methods were used, the entire conference room no longer looked like the original mess.
Boom, boom!
The elderly man of the Gibson family knocked on the table habitually and was the first to break the silence.
"You three, why don't we just sit here?"
As the old man spoke, he leaned back and folded his hands in front of his lower abdomen, looking leisurely and confident of winning.
"Of course not."
"However, necessary condolences are necessary."
"Xillin is a pretty good person."
The representative of the Hera family, the lady sighed.
"Donna, are you kidding me?"
"Among the four people I'm sitting here with, except Master Lothar 11, who else is qualified to mourn for Xilin?"
"Or to be more precise, Xilin's death is inseparable from the three of us."
The old man who spoke first sneered, his tone full of disdain for the representatives of the Hera family.
"I?"
"What does what you Rodney did have to do with me, Donna?"
"I only stood up because Schilling, the representative of the Sunder Family, violated the rules."
The lady named Donna shook the small black folding fan in her hand and retorted unceremoniously.
"Then if you have the guts, don't accept the Sender Family's property in Area F!"
Rodney sat up straight, with a forced but aggressive attitude.
"Why?"
"I represent the 'Hera Family'."
"Also, Rodney, don't play with your cleverness. I won't be fooled."
Donna opened the folding fan and stood in front of the veil.
The face that was already unclear became even more unclear at this moment.
Even, with a strange sense of ambiguity.
At the same time, a sense of danger arose in Rodney's heart.
The representative of the Gibson family immediately jumped out of his chair.
Whoosh!
Click!
The moment the representative of the Gibson family jumped out of the chair, the entire chair was torn apart.
"Donna!"
Rodney roared and was about to pounce.
However, the representative of the Emel family stood in front of Rodney.
"Witters, are you and Donna in partnership?"
Rodney growled in a low voice, the sound was like the roar of a big cat.
"No."
"I only hope to fight for the benefits that the Emel family deserves - we can give up the other industries of the 'Send Family' in Area F, but the 'game' and everything it represents, I hope to return
Owned by the Emel family.”
As a member of the Emel family, Waiters stood between Rodney and Donna, his voice as strong as the other's body, and he spoke powerfully.
However, the words had just fallen.
Rodney and Donna, who were at war with each other just a moment ago, sneered at the same time.
"Witters, I'm afraid you haven't woken up yet?"
"'Game'? And everything it represents?"
"Do you think we are fools?"
The two of them questioned the Emel family representative.
But Waiters was unmoved.
"Tell me your conditions?"
Waiters asked word for word.
"The 'Send Family' game' in Area F and everything it represents should belong to the Gibson Family!"
Rodney said without hesitation.
"wrong!"
"It should be the Hera family!"
Donna is not far behind.
The tit-for-tat atmosphere reappeared.
And this time, Waiters also joined in.
The quarrel became louder and louder, and Lothar 11, who was sitting aside, frowned more and more.
final--
"Sorry, I feel a little unwell."
"I want to leave for a while."
Lothar 11 This young man was a little uncomfortable with the situation in front of him. After saying something, he got up and left the conference hall.
Click!
The door to the conference hall is closed.
The soundproof door completely blocked out the quarrel.
Lothar 11 sighed slightly and walked to the lounge nearby.
As the 11th heir of the Lothar family, he had no hope of inheriting the family, and his brothers and sisters did not allow him to care.
Therefore, he will appear in Area F, the 'marginal zone' for the Lothar family.
Fortunately, he lived a good life.
There is no longer the calculations of my brothers and sisters, nor the oppressive gaze of my father.
It’s really nice to be able to read most of the time and hunt occasionally.
Can……
Sender 9 is dead.
It wasn't a normal death, it was assassination.
This threw everything into chaos.
He could foresee that a bloody storm was about to happen, so he prepared to stay away.
Don't get involved.
There won't be any tendency.
Anyway, as the young master of the Lothar family, he represents the Lothar family and can get everything he deserves.
Because, Lothar.
Thinking of this, Lothar 11 didn't even want to go to the lounge.
Turning around, he walked directly downstairs.
He would go back to his room, take a good bath, relax, then take out an ancient book, lie sideways on the bed, and read it carefully.
Of course, sparkling water and potato chips are a must.
As for more things?
He didn't want to pay attention.
I don't want to take care of it either.
I can't even control it.
Sender 9, a person he could call a friend, died. He felt sad, but what could he do?
There is nothing he can do.
"Sorry, my friend."
"Although we only became friends because of our similar identities and have nothing in common, as a 'friend', I still hope that you can..."
Lothar 11 thought silently in her heart, and got into the car downstairs.
This is a car that belongs to the Lothar family and is very easy to recognize.
However, Lothar 11 regretted it when he got into the car.
Because the driver and bodyguard of the car was not from the Lothar family.
It was a middle-aged man whom I had never seen before.
"you!"
Just as Lothar 11 was about to open his mouth, a strong big hand covered his mouth. The force of this hand was so great that his entire neck was strangled, and the feeling of suffocation immediately appeared.
At the same time, a burst of hissing came from my ears.
"Master Lothar 11, I hope you won't make any extra moves."
"We don't want to hurt you."
"At least with your cooperation."
A voice sounded.
Lothar 11 nodded immediately.
However, that hand did not leave Lothar 11's mouth, but the force restraining his neck was much smaller.
Completely instinctively, Lothar 11 turned her head and looked at the people around her.
