At six o'clock in the evening, the two had a dinner on the first floor of the hotel in unusual silence. Neither one said a word to the other. After the meal, Hoffa went directly back to the suite.

He was lying on the bed, thinking about his future arrangements.

However, at eight o'clock in the evening, there was a knock on the door.

Hoffa was a little surprised: "Please come in."

The door opened, and Osivia, who had just taken a shower, appeared at the door wearing a green nightgown. She was holding something in her hand, as if she was dressed before going to bed.

However, her wet hair was wrapped with a hair net for sleeping, and she was still meticulous.

"Do you mind if I come in?" she asked.

Hoffa shook his head, lifted the quilt up a little,

She sat down next to Hoffa's bed, and the smell of shampoo in the air suddenly became stronger. Hoffa keenly observed that on her white chest, where cyan blood vessels could be seen, there was a string of green necklaces, which contained mysterious magic.

fluctuation.

Osivia said: "I hope you don't mind what happened during the day. My job is more complicated than you think."

Hoffa said absentmindedly: "Hmm."

"But, to thank you for cooperating with my work," Osivia said, "as compensation, would you like to hear a story?"

As she spoke, she raised her arm and shook the book in her hand with an illustration of a pig.

"Stories of Peter the Poet"

Hoffa almost sprayed the other party to death without a sip of salt soda. Was this guy planning to tell her a bedtime story? In her eyes, how small she was.

"No, no, no."

Hoffa shook his hand out of the phantom.

"You'd better go back and rest early."

Osivia was stunned for a moment. She probably didn't expect Hoffa to refuse so simply.

"Angry?"

"How could that happen?" Hoffa smiled a little reluctantly.

"Okay." She stood up and pressed the light switch at the door.

"You stay in the hotel and don't run around, do you understand?"

"Um."

"Good night."

"Wait a minute, Senior Sister Osivia." Hoffa suddenly stopped her.

"What's wrong?"

"I would like to ask, when will we go back?"

"Between mid-July and August, when I finish the work here."

"OK, good night."

Snap.

The room was pitch black.

After half an hour of silence, the lights in the room came on again.

Only this time, Hoffa stood at the head of the bed fully dressed. In other words, he didn't take off his clothes at all just now. He opened the cabinet, threw his bag on his back, and then. He was wearing socks and carrying his shoes.

, stood at the door of his room.

Hoffa held the door handle and thought for a moment, thinking that being sent out by Dippet to carry out an unknown mission must mean that his abilities were not simple.

If she were her, she would definitely use defensive spells at the door to prevent unknown events from happening.

Sure enough, Hoffa opened his mental force field and felt it for a while.

He immediately felt a vague magical aura near the exit, which should be a warning spell. Not only that, he also sensed an inexplicable green snake slowly walking in the corner of the living room. If he went out, he would only

I was afraid that I would be noticed by that little snake in an instant.

"Sure enough, you do have some skills, Senior Sister Osivia."

Hoffa said calmly.

Ghost Walk!

Then, he opened the door and disappeared into the material world. Those magic waves could not hinder him at all, and the green snake was completely unable to detect his existence.

He calmly walked through the two doors and passed through the protective spell set by Osivia. He came to the corridor of the hotel quietly. As soon as he walked out of the corridor, he immediately put on his shoes and carried his bag.

Go all the way down the stairs.

He didn't know if Osivia would come looking for him, but Hoffa still wanted to settle the work matter as soon as possible. If he was found and captured, it would definitely not be that easy to escape again.

But when he walked to the counter during the day, Raymond had already finished get off work. There was only an old black woman mopping the floor. The woman's waist was as thick as five Hoffas.

Hoffa ran to her and asked hurriedly: "Where is Raymond? Where is Raymond?"

*%#$(?o?;;)#@￥-^*#

The huge black woman patted her mountain-like breasts and shouted a completely incomprehensible bird song, as if she had eaten a cockroach.

Hoffa was anxious and pointed at the counter: "Raymond, Raymond Le Brun."

The black woman waved her hands irritably and shouted excitedly in a completely incomprehensible African indigenous language.

"WTF!"

Hoffa quickly gave up and asked the old black woman who could only speak native language. The old woman was still cursing in an unknown language behind him.

He ran out of the porch, passed a group of women wearing ancient swimsuits playing in the pool, and came to where the doorman was during the day.

The doorman was standing guard when Hoffa suddenly braked and stopped in front of him.

He immediately smiled professionally.

"Where is Raymond Le Brun?" Hoffa asked, "I have something to do with him."

The doorman thought for a moment: "Oh, Mr. Le Brun is resting in the underground winery now."

Although the doorman spoke English with a strong French accent, he could still communicate.

"Take me there."

"plz follow me."

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief.

Following the doorman through several arched stone corridors, Hoffa entered the underground winery full of brown floor tiles. He immediately saw the coquettish old man sitting among the crowd laughing loudly.

Raymond was sitting at the gaming table, playing cards with others.

Not only did he drink until his face turned red and his neck became thick, he also hugged two scantily clad girls on his left and right, and the two girls were feeding him wine from time to time.

There was no time to express too much emotion about the extravagant life of these French guys.

He stepped forward quickly and slapped Raymond Le Brun on the shoulder.

"Hey!"

The old man turned his head with sleepy drunken eyes and thought for a long time before he remembered.

"Oh, oh. It's you, the one who can transform. What's wrong? Do you want to come for a drink?"

As he spoke, he took a glass of wine juice from the female companion next to him and handed it to Hoffa.

The smell of alcohol in his mouth made Hoffa feel dizzy, so he quickly took the cup and put it on the table.

"Thank you, uh, I want to take the job you mentioned this afternoon."

"Work?"

Raymond was already drunk: "Hiccup, let me... let me find the key job?"

"Why are you looking for a key, a disabled person, a child?" Hoffa reminded him while holding his breath.

"Oh ~ the one from Spencer's house."

Raymond suddenly understood. He pushed away the two women beside him, stood up, put his hands in his trouser pockets and rummaged through them for a long time. He pulled out a large list of number plates, counted them for a long time, took out one and handed it to Hoffa.

"701, go ahead, Hiccup. Just say...he is the candidate recommended by me, Hiccup. However, I advise you, that guy has a bit of a weird temper. It will not be easy to pass his interview."

"You still need an interview?" Hoffa was shocked.

But Raymond had already started to yell and continue playing cards, so happy.

Hoffa had no choice but to take the number plate, quickly walk out of the underground winery and enter the hotel elevator.

701, it should be on the top floor of the hotel.

When he stepped out of the old-fashioned sliding door elevator and arrived at the top floor of the hotel, he found that there was only one room here.

Room 701.
To be continued...