Chapter 120: Ling Chi Scene 1
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I have to say that compared with the family, life at home is more comfortable. After all, only your own heart can be considered comfortable at home.
Before he knew it, a harsh sound rang. He picked up the alarm clock and saw that two hours had passed without realizing it. He reluctantly got up from the bed, then washed and dressed up, and rushed to the Welcoming Hotel that he had agreed with Conan Doyle.
To be honest, Yin Hui is still dizzy now and is absent-minded in saying something. The death of the master and the God's Pursuit has caused varying degrees of blows to his psychology, preventing him from being freed from his grief.
The hatred between the master and the God's Pursuit is like a big stone, pressing heavily on one's heart, making one's own pain suppressed all the time.
Now that I finally have the opportunity to avenge my master, how could Yin Hui not be excited?
Yin Hui arrived at the Yingbin Hotel early and ordered a cup of coffee to wait for Conan Doyle's arrival.
Although I have been to a five-star hotel since the future, I still understand the rules of a five-star hotel. After all, I have not watched idol dramas over the years.
He knew that in a five-star hotel, he could not order some mineral water and others at random, and he had to spend at least a cup of coffee worth 40 or 50 yuan.
So I asked for a cup of coffee and waited for Conan Doyle's arrival obediently.
While drinking bitter and not garbage coffee, Yin Hui was angrily blaming him. It was not good to make an appointment to a five-star hotel. The amount of money he had just spent just now made Yin Hui feel so distressed.
Forty or fifty dollars, it’s enough to order four dishes and one soup outside to consume it.
Soon, a beautiful foreign girl walked in from the door. She was dressed in a fashionable outfit, curly yellow hair on her head, and the expensive clothes she wore made him look very noble, attracting the attention of many people.
Before Conan Doyle could sit down, a polite and culturally crafted little eyes came up to chat with Conan Doyle: "Miss, is it convenient to enjoy a dance?"
Because this is not just a hotel, the other one in the hotel is a disco, an excellent place to pick up girls.
"I'm sorry, I've already made an appointment." Conan Doyle refused skillfully, and then sat directly beside Yin Hui, no longer looking at the man.
The man looked at Yin Hui with a vicious look. He was wearing ordinary outfit and a vicissitudes of old-fashioned atmosphere on his handsome and elegant face, which made him dislike Yin Hui and cursed him angrily.
Yin Hui did not respond, but just smiled bitterly, and then looked at Conan Doyle.
"Conan Doyle, tell me, what do you think about this?" Yin Hui asked this without any taboo.
Conan Doyle cautiously said, signaling Yin Hui not to speak, and pulled Yin Hui up and found the waiter to open a single room.
After carefully checking around and ensuring there is no camera, Conan Doyle calmed down and looked at Yin Hui and said, "Yin Hui, before I promise you this condition, I must let you see something."
After saying that, he took out the Nokia n72 phone from his pocket, lit up in front of him and said, "Let's watch this video."
Yin Hui took the phone for no reason and saw a video playing on it.
The video shows that the video was taken in an abandoned antique, relatively closed. The white lime on the wall has almost peeled off, revealing the gray brick wall inside, and the beams above the head are drooping, as if there are signs of collapse at any time. The ticking sound of water kept ringing, filling the ears. The light in the room was a little dim, although a dim light bulb was hanging not far away.
At this moment, a rustling sound came, and then a guy in a robe arched his body and slowly entered the video. The man was black all over, covered with a face, thin figure, and thick limbs.
Just because I was not sure, another arm appeared on the hand of the thin guy, which was purple and mottled with blood. Then a guy with blood rippled all over his body was dragged into the picture by the masked man in black.
Although there was a layer of black cloth, Yin Hui could imagine that the masked man in black was laughing wildly at the video, laughing wildly.
The guy with blood stains was naked, like a pig, and was hung up by a man in black. Then the judge bent over and lifted a bucket from not far away, with a layer of hazy and blurry mist emitted from it.
Bang.
The bucket hit the person who was hanging up and exploded directly. The boiling water in the bucket poured on the coma.
After a hysterical and violent voice shouted, it seemed that the consciousness also began to fall into a coma, slowly fainted, and the howling happily turned into a soft voice at this moment.
Yin Hui couldn't stand it anymore and turned her gaze to the mysterious Conan Doyle who was leisurely tasting coffee.
Chapter completed!