Walking into this somewhat old building, the voice of the man in the hoodie came to my ears again: "See you in the room at the end of the corridor on the highest floor."
I was stunned, the corners of my mouth turned up, and said, "Humph, I want to see what tricks you can do."
Walking on the floor, the whole floor was gloomy and filled with a musty smell.
The top of the stairs was covered with thick dust.
No one had been here for an unknown period of time.
When your feet step on the steps, they even make a "creep" sound.
Listening to the "creaking" sound, my scalp felt numb, for fear that the corridor would suddenly collapse.
I stomped the steps hard several times, causing a cloud of dust to rise.
There was no response from the steps, so I walked up the stairs with my hands and nose relieved.
When I reached the end of the stairs, I saw the room the man in the hoodie had mentioned.
I put my right hand on the door handle and pushed it gently, and the door opened.
Unlocked Opening the door, I walked into the room cautiously.
This room is not as dusty as the outside, but it is still a bit dusty.
In the center of the room is a tablecloth covered with lace, painted with patterns from the eighteenth century.
On the table is a dimly glowing candle, with the last wax hanging on the candlestick before it goes out.
The eighteenth-century carved window lattice made a faint sound of crushing walnuts, and the white curtains began to flutter restlessly.
The soft light penetrated the white curtains and turned pale, seeping in eerily and pouring on the floor.
The folds on the gauze curtain were undulating, gradually revealing black shadows.
The chapter of "涶し言し性情" has been uploaded Looking at the 18th century Western European style decoration in the room, I smiled, clapped my hands and said, "I didn't expect you to have such a good sense of elegance that you actually decorated such an old room in the 18th century Western European style."
"Haha."
A voice came from the deepest part of the room, where the sunlight could not be found.
The man in the hoodie walked out with slow steps and said, "That's ridiculous."
"Okay, I'm afraid I don't want to talk to you so much."
I looked at the man in the hoodie who came out and said directly: "I want to know everything about the items in the express delivery, everything."
The man in the hoodie walked to the high chair next to the table and sat down and said, "Young man, don't be in such a hurry.
Everything should take your time."
"Humph" I hummed: "Don't tell me something useful or useless, tell me everything" The man in the hoodie made a casual move, and a crystal goblet appeared in his hand.
He shook the goblet and took a sip of the wine in the crystal goblet, with a look of enjoyment on his face.
Looking at the man in the hoodie, I gritted my teeth and said, "Okay, since you asked me to come and I've gone to the appointment, let's open the skylight and tell the truth that I'm not here to see you enjoy yourself."
After I said this, the man in the hoodie shrank his pupils, narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly threw the goblet in his hand towards me, turning into a straight and bright line in the air.
I turned sideways, quickly reached out my hand, and steadily used the goblet without spilling any of the scarlet wine.
Holding the goblet, he said with cold eyes: "What do you want to do?"
"Haha."
The man in the hoodie smiled and said, "Try it, this is a wine produced by a German vineyard ten years ago."
I was stunned, but finally took a sip.
When the wine enters the mouth, it is bitter at first, but slowly, the aftertaste turns to sweet.
But I didn’t have the heart to experience the sweetness of wine right now.
I stared at the man in the hoodie and said, “You should say it or not.”
"good"
The man in the hoodie stood up, said a good word calmly, walked to the cabinet, took out a stack of information, threw it on the table, and said: "Everything you want to know is in it, you can read it yourself."
Looking at the man in the hoodie, I was stunned and said, "Why do you want to help me?"
"Haha."
The man in the hoodie laughed, and the laughter stopped in an instant.
He said, "I'm not helping you, but helping myself."
"Hmm" I hummed in confusion.
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Heng said he was not helping me, but helping himself.
In fact, he was helping me, but he didn't want to say it out loud due to face issues.
Then I didn’t care either.
This time I took Chen Ping with me and released Chen Ping from the soul charm, asking Chen Ping to always pay attention to the movements of the man in the hoodie.
It’s not that I don’t want Zhou Jialing to come out, it’s just that Zhou Jialing has been hurt by the man in the hoodie.
If she is allowed to see the man in the hoodie, something bad might happen.
I walked to the table, picked up the information and started flipping through it.
Looking at the information that the man in the hoodie brought out, the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became, and the more he looked at it, the more incredible he felt.
After reading the information, I asked the man in the hoodie: "Are all these you gave me true?"
The man in the hoodie took out a goblet from nowhere, drank red wine leisurely and said, "Do I need to lie to you?"
To be honest, I don't have any good impression of the man in the hoodie, but thinking about how many times he has helped me in the past, I still have a dubious attitude towards this time, but I believe that he is the majority.
What is recorded in the file is the period when my father was assassinated.
Moreover, an organization was mentioned in the file, but there was no information about this organization.
Even after reading the file, I didn’t know the name of the organization that assassinated my father.
But in the archives I saw a name Song Pan After seeing this name, my mood changed obviously.
"Haha."
The man in the hoodie smiled disdainfully, and then said: "Boy, did you see a familiar name?"
"I want you to take care of it," I said angrily.
In fact, I am quite grateful to the man in the hoodie, but I resent that he helped me just to let me fight him in the end.
It felt like a young eagle under the protection of an eagle.
This feeling is really unpleasant The man in the hoodie didn't care about my tone at all and said with a smile: "Is the name you saw Song Pan?"
Hearing the words of the man in the hoodie, my body trembled slightly, and then he said: "Since I asked you to come, I just want you to know everything that happened, and I will tell you the truth.
The 009 in the courier I gave you is Song Pan. " "And I can also accurately tell you that Song Pan has an inseparable relationship with the ghost killing company you are currently investigating."
"What you said is not enough."
I glared at the man in the hoodie and shouted, "Tell me why this mysterious organization wants to assassinate my father."
The man in the hoodie was still shaking the goblet in his hand, and said calmly: "I can't tell you this, you need to investigate it yourself."
After saying that, he took a sip of red wine.
"Why can't you tell me" I said.
The man in the hoodie seemed a little impatient and snorted coldly.
There was a rich blue light around him.
Looking at the blue light around him, I felt a very familiar feeling.
Oolong power I didn’t expect that the man in the hoodie also had the power to own something.
But I can't care about that much now.
What I want to know most is why Song Pan wanted to assassinate my father.
With the oolong power emitted by the man in the hoodie, the surrounding temperature dropped significantly.
He said in a cold tone: "There are some things you are not qualified to know yet."
"You" I was so angry that I couldn't speak.
Immediately afterwards, the man in the hoodie said: "I'll give you another reminder, be careful of Yang Shiyun.
I shouldn't say be careful of the undead killer who put a curse on Yang Shiyun."
"Okay, I've given you enough reminders.
It's up to you whether you can find it or not."
The man in the hoodie said this to me.
I was bowing my head in thought at the time.
When I looked up at him, the man in the hoodie had disappeared.
The files in my hands and on the table also disappeared.
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All that was left to me was the faint red wine that filled the eighteenth-century Western European style room. fragrant: