Although before he spoke, he told himself to try his best to disguise emotions such as hesitation, worry, and fear, but after speaking out, Lothar 11 found that it was completely unnecessary.
He is really scared.
Faced with such a layer-by-layer layout and the interlocking 'behind-the-scenes planners', Lothar 11 instinctively felt that he was facing his father and eldest brother. The fear engraved in his bones surfaced in an instant.
Heartbroken.
Why is he willing to come to Area F?
Come to this place where the power of the 'Losa Family' is the weakest?
Come here to be the person in charge of the ‘game’ in name only?
Isn't it just fear?
From a young age, Lothar 11 received the "elite education" of the Lothar family: survival of the fittest.
After witnessing his fifteen-year-old eldest brother plotting against two of the top 100 families without any hesitation, and throwing all their clansmen and members, a total of four thousand people, into the steel-making furnace, Lothar 11
Determined to be a good-for-nothing, a salted fish.
What's wrong with being raised like a pig by your family?
I can still carry on the family lineage!
Lothar 11 is very proud of being a healthy male.
And, we adhere to this concept in practice.
only……
Why are there so many people in this world who are similar to my father and elder brother?
Are all ‘brutal achievers’ the same?
Unconsciously, Lothar 11 had such thoughts in his heart.
"Young Master Lothar 11, are you afraid?"
Electronic synthesized sounds rang in my ears.
Immediately, this emotionless electronic synthesized sound erupted into a burst of laughter.
The laughter was full of sarcasm.
as well as……
happy!
Why did the other party call?
Lothar 11 knew it well.
Therefore, faced with such laughter, Lothar 11 did not feel any anger.
What the other party wants is to turn him from hope to despair.
Any anger on his part will only make the other person happier.
Therefore, he must achieve his goal calmly: delaying time.
To buy time for Rothlowe and Perls.
"You, who are you?"
Lothar 11 asked.
Although he told himself to calm down, the trembling voice still showed Lothar 11's nervousness.
What’s wrong with being a little nervous when facing such a ‘behind-the-scenes planner’?
As a loser and a salted fish, you have done a great job.
Lothar 11 comforted herself.
However, the louder laughter that broke out from the other side still made Lothar 11 feel uncomfortable.
It's fine!
I'm just trying to delay time!
Spend more time laughing!
Lothar 11 began to find reasons for herself.
Just like before.
Living in the shadow of his father and eldest brother, if he could not learn to 'comfort' himself, he would have been depressed to death long ago.
And just when Lothar 11 was expecting the other party to laugh a little longer, the electronically synthesized laughter stopped abruptly.
"Young Master Lothar 11, do you think your little trick will work?"
The other party's words made Lothar 11's heart tighten.
Has it been discovered?
Did the other party discover Rossloo and Pers?
Sweat instantly overflowed from his forehead.
Rosloe Pers must be dead when he is discovered.
And next, it will be him and others.
Suddenly, Lothar 11's face turned pale and her lips began to tremble.
In fact, his teeth were constantly banging against each other.
laughter!
Another burst of laughter!
The sound of Lothar 11 inspired such laughter.
Obviously, the other party deduced Lothar 11's appearance from the voice.
"Your family guards can't save you!"
"No one can save you!"
"The only fate you will face is death!"
said the electronic synthesized voice.
Lothar 11 felt relieved.
It was not Rothlow and Pers who discovered it, but the 'Family Guard' originally planned by the other party.
Almost subconsciously, Lothar 11 breathed a sigh of relief when his heart relaxed.
He is so nervous!
As a useless piece of wood, he has never experienced such a battle.
However, the moment he breathed a sigh of relief, Lothar 11 knew that something was wrong.
As long as the other party hears it, he will definitely notice his abnormality.
therefore--
"Why?! Ahem, why?!"
"Why do you do this?"
"I have not offended you!"
"Why do you want to kill me?"
Forcibly turning that tone into a roar, it immediately caused Lothar 11 to cough, but he didn't care about it at all and just questioned the other party in a hoarse manner.
When the last word was shouted out, Lothar 11 gasped for air.
Huchi, wheeze.
The sound clearly reached the ears of the 'arranger behind the scenes' through radio waves.
The other party smiled again.
No longer laughing out loud like before.
But a chuckle.
A chuckle full of joy and contempt.
"You asked me why?"
"Then why don't you ask what you have done?"
The other party asked back.
"What does any of this have to do with me?"
"I never participate in family decisions, and I have never harmed anyone."
Lothar 11 asked again.
He didn't have any guilt when he said these words.
Because what he said is the truth.
Obviously, the 'arranger behind the scenes' also knew this.
The other party was unusually silent.
This process takes about two to three seconds.
After that, the other party spoke again.
"Who told you to be 'Losa'?"
After saying that, the other party hung up the phone directly.
No more entanglements.
The other party's goal was achieved.
The other party felt the despair of Lothar 11.
What’s next?
Naturally, it’s time to welcome the ‘little surprise’ in the first stage.
Lothar 11 naturally knows all this.
The moment the other party hung up the phone, the eleventh heir to the Lothar family fell to his knees and began to pray.
He is praying for the success of Rothlowe and Perls.
It must succeed!
As long as I succeed, I will not eat meat for one year, I will not eat fish for one year, I will not eat sweets for one year...
Lothar 11 started making wishes.
And somewhere, the 'arranger behind the scenes' took out a remote control and pressed it slowly.
Bang!
Bang!
Pers kicked the door in front of him hard. The overloaded wooden door hit the wall of the room inside and bounced back again. Roslo held on to the wooden door.
"I think we should be quiet."
As a doctor, Roslo said very tactfully.
"If possible, I also want to be tactful?"
"But we're in a hurry."
Pers said as he rushed into the room.
When he saw the vent above his head, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The first step is successful!
The next step is to go through the exhaust channel and enter the place where the bomb is placed!
bomb!
Thinking of what Lothar 11 told him just now, Pers felt bad.
He always felt that his life in the previous 20 years was far less exciting than today.
Or rather...
horrible!
He was so scared that his legs were shaking now.
Have to use some behavior to cover up.
For example: I kicked the door just now.
"Help me."
Pers, who felt much calmer, began to move the chair in the room. Then, he stepped on the chair and began to dismantle the window of the vent.
When leaving, he took a toolbox from his apartment.
At this time, the toolbox was in Rothlow's hands.
"for you."
Rothlow handed over the cross screwdriver.
Then, watching Perls twisting the screws, Rothlow couldn't help but ask: "What kind of job is a 'contactor'?"
Undoubtedly, this is an obvious excuse.
To put it simply, Rosslow is also a little nervous.
"The holidays are long, the salary is high, and apart from being a little dangerous and not being able to keep cats, it's a job I really like."
Pers said truthfully.
When talking about not having cats, Pearce's voice became louder.
"You like cats?"
Rosslow asked in surprise.
"like."
"My original dream was to have a small apartment of my own, and then have both a cat and a dog."
"And now it's a quarter of the way done."
Pers said with certainty.
"A quarter?"
Rothlow was a little confused as to what Perls meant.
Even if there is a cat or a dog, isn’t it still one-half?
"I have a cathouse."
Pers replied.
Have a cat nest?
Cats and dogs, cat houses and kennels?
Roslo was stunned.
Then, I felt like laughing for no reason.
However, Roslo, who was a doctor, did not say anything.
On the contrary, he sincerely thanked me.
"Thanks."
Rosslow said.
Pers:?
"I know you saw my nervousness, so you told me cold jokes. Although you do have a cat nest, is it the one left by the cats you raised before?"
"Pets are not allowed in the 'Game Building', so you left the cat with a relative or friend."
"Your relatives and friends probably also like cats very much, so they have a complete set of cat-raising equipment."
"So you kept this cat's nest, right?"
Rossro held his head high, looked at Pers who was twisting the screwdriver, and said with confidence.
Your understanding is really perfect!
It's really unfair of you to be a doctor.
Why don't you write it?
Pers lowered his head and glanced at Rothlow, but said nothing.
"Am I right?"
Roslo asked further.
"Yes, that's what I thought."
Pers nodded, removed the vent window, handed it to Rosslow, then grabbed the corners of the vent with both arms, pushed it hard and got in.
Then, it was Rothlow's turn.
Rosslow followed Perls' example, jumped slightly, grabbed the corners of the vent with both hands, then pushed hard, and then... failed to push it up.
After trying several times in succession, Pers got into the ventilation channel and finally realized something was wrong.
He stuck his head out and looked at Roslo, whose face was flushed but still couldn't hold himself up.
"I'll pull you."
Rosslow said and stretched out his hand.
"Thanks."
Pers extended his hand.
Then……
Roslo tried his best, but it didn't pull.
No matter how hard I tried, it still didn't pull.
"Sorry, I've been eating well recently and gained weight."
Rosslow explained sheepishly.
"Back away, I'll go down and push you."
Pers said.
"good."
Roslo nodded.
Then, Pers picked up Roslo's legs, put them on his shoulders, lifted them up, and stuffed them into the ventilation channel.
After confirming that Roslow had completely entered, Roslow once again held up his hands and entered the ventilation passage.
But immediately, Pers regretted it.
puff!
In the loud and long voice, a strong stench filled the front of Perls.
Pers, who had just gotten into the ventilation passage, felt dizzy instantly.
The 'contact' jumped down faster than before.
"Asshole, what did you eat!"
Pers roared.
"Sorry, I had leeks and eggs for lunch."
"I usually have a good stomach."
"My stomach caught a cold today because of the smelly river."
Roslo's apologetic voice came.
Pers curled his lips, full of despair.
Yes, it is despair.
Not just because the smell in the ventilation channels has not dissipated.
Also because of the smell that may appear next.
More importantly, he had to go in.
As for having Rothlow in the back, him in the front?
He had already tried it just now, but due to the narrow environment in the ventilation passage, he couldn't move it at all, and with his arm strength alone, he couldn't pull Roslo at all.
Therefore, he can only stay behind.
So……
What will happen to him?
The despair on Perls's face became more and more obvious.
At this time, he even had the idea of forgetting death.
But in the end, he climbed into the ventilation passage.
In the following time, Rosslow was in front and Pers was behind, heading towards the destination bit by bit.
Of course.
Among them, there was a rather long sound.
When the target was reached, Pers almost choked.
"Sorry, sorry."
Roslo looked at the hypoxic Pers with an apologetic look.
Pers shook his head and said nothing.
Because the smell of leeks still lingered on the tip of his nose, and he was afraid to open his mouth...
Is this what 'you want to eat shit'?
So desperate!
Perls had to use diversion to repel such despair.
Fortunately, the bomb in the corner of the room gave him absolute attention.
"Why does Master Lothar 11 know that the bomb is here?"
Roslo couldn't help but ask.
"Because this is the room where the load-bearing wall is located, if you want to destroy the 'Game Building', there is no better way than to plant a bomb here."
Pers replied.
Then, before Rosslowe could ask any more questions, Pers urged.
"Toolbox."
Rothlow didn't waste any time and handed over the toolbox.
Pers skillfully began to dismantle the bomb.
As a qualified 'contact person', Perls can dismantle bombs. This is a course that 'contact people' must learn, just like shooting, driving and so on.
However, when the shell of the bomb was opened, Perls's hands began to shake involuntarily.
Two wires.
A red line.
A blue line.
Just like that, he appeared in front of Perls.
This is completely different from what Perls imagined.
Shouldn't it just be a matter of cutting one thread?
Why are there two?
Rothlow soon discovered something strange about Pers.
"What's wrong?"
Rossello asked.
"Something happened."
"Blue line, red line."
"If you cut it right, the bomb will stop; if you cut it wrong, the bomb will explode."
"Fifty percent chance."
Pers said with a serious face.
"How about we contact Master Lothar 11?"
Ross Roman said immediately.
"No time."
"Every time I come here, it will explode."
"We didn't bring walkie-talkies to avoid being monitored."
Pers shook his head.
"Then what do we do?"
Roslo panicked.
"Gamble!"
As Pers said this, he stretched out his pliers and aimed at the red wire.
However, the pliers kept shaking and couldn't aim at the target at all.
Obviously, Pers was nervous again.
After trying several times, Perls wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and handed the pliers to Rothlow.
"You are a doctor. If you have a steady hand, you can do it."
Pers said this.
"I can perform surgery, but I can't defuse bombs!"
Roslo took the pliers and stammered.
"The principle is the same."
"Just aim and cut."
"Remember, a doctor who can't defuse bombs is not a good doctor."
Pers slapped Rothlow hard on the shoulder and backed away.
Rothlow opened his mouth, and finally, under Pers's "encouraging gaze", he handed over the pliers.
As Perls said, as a doctor, Rothlow has a very steady hand.
Not a single tremor.
The pliers are getting closer to the red line little by little.
Just when the pliers touched the red line and were about to open——
