When Brad heard Zhang Zichen's doubts coming to him, not only did he not feel annoyed in the slightest, but he laughed a little self-deprecatingly.
On the contrary, S is more and more like a frightened bird, his gaze is erratic following the words, and panic is written in his beautiful eyes.
Zhang Zichen just started a conversation, and then sat there quietly watching S's every move. eccentric. . . It's really too weird. Although the situation in front of me is confusing, it hasn't reached such a point of bewilderment, so she is like this. . . Why exactly. After thinking about it, Zhang Zichen's eyes moved and happened to fall on Chu Nian. This guy's eyes kept staring at the table, making it difficult to see whether he was in a daze or thinking about something.
"Okay! I've had enough! End this insignificant quarrel. I want to rest, M. It must be okay to rest here."
S slapped the table with both hands, and stood up straight with her alluring body, her hands clasped tightly in front of her chest, she looked like an insecure little girl who couldn't find her home.
"... Of course, there are five lounges inside, fully furnished"
Calculating the time carefully, it was already night, and everyone who had gone through a series of events was inevitably exhausted physically and mentally. Anyway, it will be a matter of time before they are discovered, so it is better to rest for a while if they can. When S got up to choose a room to rest, everyone also got up from the round table, and each chose a room.
"To avoid suspicion, C, do you dare to come with me? It happens that there is one less room"
Brad still looked indifferent, put his arms around Chu Nian's neck, and looked at Zhang Zichen who was walking at the end with a smile.
"It doesn't matter"
The original optimist seems to have become another person since the accident. Maybe the last sentence he said was "it doesn't matter". . .
Zhang Zichen, who was at the end, was naturally not very interested in choosing a room to rest. There are more interesting things here than picking a room. . .
Bang bang bang. . . click. . . click. . .
As everyone closed the door, the sound of locking the door inside was particularly harsh in this silent night. . . Although it is impossible to tell whether it is day or night outside.
"call"
After locking the door, S's tense expression suddenly relaxed, like a lazy cat, leaning against the back of the door, with a sneer unconsciously curled into the corner of his mouth.
Volume 3 Mensa Secret Room Chapter Thirteen Another Secret Room
As soon as S Xiangjian exerted strength, his thin and uneven body bounced off the door, and then the laziness and panic all over his face were swept away, and the radiance in his beautiful eyes was overflowing, which was almost formed from the previous panic expression. sharp contrast.
"You want to play tricks with me, hum!"
Biting his thin lips with his white teeth, S seemed to have transformed into a dexterous cat, and tiptoed around the room. When you touch the joint between the ceiling and the wall, buckle the side of your right high heel shoe with your hand.
"Um?..."
I don't know why, S's smooth movement suddenly froze for a moment, but it was only a moment. The hand that was originally on the right high-heeled shoe was changed to the left foot, and then slowly pulled out a hand from the side of the shoe's interlayer. A metal needle, not very thin but about three inches long.
Don't look at it as a metal needle, but the workmanship is extremely exquisite. It seems soft in the hand, but it is extremely hard. Generally, people who have never played a hand, if they hold it in their hands casually, they will definitely collapse. hand, but it depends on who uses it, I saw S touched the heel with the other hand, and a wide metal ring quickly covered her index finger. One lift, one push, just two simple actions, this three-inch long metal needle instantly submerged into the angle between the ceiling and the wall.
Then S quickly pulled out a device the size of a matchbox from the wrapped graceful twin peaks on his chest.
Stab. . .
With two light touches, the matchbox quickly unfolded into a six-inch screen, which was as thin as paper in the hand. I saw S's jade finger lightly tapping the screen, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more obvious and flamboyant. That delicate and charming appearance is definitely a face that can overwhelm a country and a city.
But. . . This charming appearance only lasted for a few moments. . . The light in S's beautiful eyes quickly dissipated like dark clouds covering the sun.
"How...how could this be..."
The panic-stricken S felt his back turn cold instantly, and at this moment, a voice that was not loud but abrupt enough to scare people to death came over.
when. . . Dangdang. . .
S suddenly turned his head, his eyes fixed on the door behind him, as if what he saw was not a door at all, but a ferocious scourge!
There are many things that are wrong! This was the first subconscious reaction in Zhang Zichen's brain after lying in bed. The weird secret room, the hypermemory patient, the suddenly flustered Sailinduo, and the legendary Nelson. . . What kind of relationship connects them together, most importantly, scopolamine. . . What is the purpose of using this kind of thing to stun everyone
Manipulating? Where did the hands and feet go? . . Thinking of this, Zhang Zichen couldn't lie down anymore, a vortex with a fatal attraction to him was waiting for him to throw himself into his arms, whether to go or not. . .
"Um?"
Zhang Zichen turned over and sat up on the bed, his thoughts of the fierce confrontation just now were pulled to a halt.
"knocking?"
Because the voice was too weak, I couldn't hear it clearly at all, if Ah Liang was there. . . With his thief ears, he must be able to hear clearly. . . Zhang Zichen thought about it, got up and got out of bed, and tiptoed towards the door.
"Um..."
Zhang Zichen listened for a long time with his ears on the door, but he couldn't hear any other movement, so he simply stood up straight, put his hand on the handle, and exerted all his strength. . .
call. . .
Except for the sound of the wind caused by the violent stirring of the airflow and the still dark and quiet corridor, the situation outside the door was the same as before. Zhang Zichen stood at the door frowning, squinting his red phoenix eyes and scanned each door one after another, then bowed his head and meditated again.
He heard the sound, but he only heard the sound, and he didn't know which door he knocked on and who knocked. . . Could it be that? ! As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Zichen suddenly raised his head and thought to himself, could it be? ! Immediately, his figure flickered, and he stepped into the diagonally opposite room in two steps.
bang bang bang! Three loud knocks on the door directly penetrated the entire corridor.
"how?"
I could only hear the Chinese words mixed with Japanese accents coming slowly from the door, followed by the deep sleepiness. There was only a click of the door lock and a movement of the door handle, and Mu Sichang came out from the inside of the door.
"may be problematic"