Song Zhuoming is a young man who is very educated and prosperous. At this time, he is asking Xu Lang for advice on the things he needs to pay attention to in the task.
At the same time, in Room 203, He Xiao was talking with the mysterious person nervously.
"Sir, my seventh mission is finally here!"
"Oh?" As soon as these words came out, the mysterious man's tone became interested, far less impatient than before.
When He Xiao heard his tone, a hint of sly flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but nodded his head secretly, as expected, everything was the same as he had guessed!
But when he spoke again, there was no change in the slightest, still maintaining a cautious tone, "Sir, this task is quite special..."
He Xiao informed the mysterious man about all the tasks he was about to face.
"So you don't have to worry too much. Although this mission restricts internal communications, it must be possible to ask for help offsite. I will keep in touch with you as much as possible to help you complete this mission!"
He Xiao nodded quickly, but then said, "Should we still use our previous communication methods?"
"Yes it is!"
"Then... I will carry out this mission together with Xu Lang. Do you see if I should start to get rid of him?" He Xiao's voice was low, and his words were not entirely given to him by a mysterious person. task.
It's that he himself has alternative calculations for Xu Lang, but now he still pretends to be ignorant.
But the mysterious man's words made him stunned, "Don't worry about him, it's enough for you to make sure that you live."
He Xiao was taken aback for a moment, but he reacted immediately, raising a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth without leaving a trace. The information revealed by these words like a mysterious person made him even more convinced of a certain conjecture.
Seeing Song Zhuoming leave contentedly, Xu Lang looked at his thin back, as if he had seen himself.
I have to say that Song Zhuoming is the most talented employee Xu Lang has seen inside the newspaper.
The most frightening thing is that he is only 15 years old this year. Once he is given enough time to grow up, then he will become the third person no less than Yan Yan and Xu Lang!
Song Zhuoming's talent and personality are completely different from Zhu Zixing's.
Although Zhu Zixing's character has a firm side, in the final analysis he is just an ordinary person, and the young Song Zhuoming's resourcefulness and logical ability are already above him.
This world is so unfair, talent is very important, and some people are born to a height that ordinary people can never reach.
Xu Lang looked at the clean scene in the house that had been automatically repaired by the newspaper, and sat in a chair in deep thought.
"Game of Room No. 7..." The name of this mission gave Xu Lang a little thought.
With this name, it seems that the game has two possibilities.
One is an adventure-like game, which is also a common type of task in newspapers, but it does not meet the requirements given by the task.
The rules of the game of replacing the executor one after another are not in line with the adventure game.
Then the most likely game type is decryption or escape!
Room 7... Xu Lang muttered a few words of this name in his heart, took out his mobile phone and started searching, but most of what he got was useless information.
The mission location is unknown, but on the mission name, a reminder of Room 7 is given, what location is this
While Xu Lang swiped the screen casually, he saw a movie on a movie website!
"Gifts in Room No. 7" is a touching movie from neighboring countries, which attracted Xu Lang's attention, but after repeated observations, it was discovered that Room No. 7 in it was a prison!
Does this have something in common with this mission
Xu Lang was puzzled, and then he didn't think much about it. There was still about 24 hours before the mission, and all the unknown could only be explored in the mission.
The time in the mission is very slow for the executors, but the time in the newspaper flies quickly.
In a blink of an eye, the time has come to 10 o'clock in the evening on May 16th, and there are only less than two hours left before the start of the "Game of Room No. 7" mission!
With a team of more than ten executives, Haohao stood in the lobby of the newspaper office, while the rest of the staff on the sofa who did not participate in this task came to the lobby with curiosity.
Even though this mission is not allowed to watch the progress through the projection screen, this unprecedented mission is still very attractive.
When Xu Lang slowly walked downstairs in sportswear, almost all the employees in the newspaper were there.
Wu Cheng was at the back of the sofa and Kou Zhong was whispering, obviously explaining something.
Zhu Zixing and Wuming, the two most trusted teammates of Xu Lang, also came to him silently. Zhu Zixing was worried. There was no expression on Wuming's cold and frosty face, but he could see that he was also a little confused.
Song Zhuoming saw Xu Lang's arrival, took his younger brother Song Zhuoyan, came to him, and said hello politely: "Brother Xu!"
Song Zhuoyan looked a little cowardly, clutching his brother's arm tightly, appearing extremely nervous.
But Song Zhuoming was very calm, without any panic about entering the mission, which made Xu Lang once again have a certain evaluation of his psychological quality.
Wuming glanced at the handsome young man who looked like a porcelain doll, especially at the steady gaze that looked like a clear water, and nodded at Xu Lang, indicating that his eyes were good.
Xu Lang didn't see any tension on his face, but instead came to the front of the sofa with everyone talking and laughing.
At this moment, Yan Yan was turning his head to the side and Gao Yiyuan, who was sitting behind, was saying something, and when he saw Xu Lang's arrival, he gave in slightly.
Xu Lang sat side by side with Yan Yan again after a long time, but the trust that had been built up so hard at the time was completely gone.
The thoughts of the two of them were already tacit, Xu Lang took out a cigarette case from his arms and lighted a cigarette, then let Rang Yanyan go.
But Yan Yan pushed the cigarette case away at this time, "You know I quit."
Xu Lang nodded silently, and they didn't want to mention the past.
After a while, Xu Lang suddenly looked straight ahead, his eyes pierced, and he said softly, "Do you remember what you said at the beginning?"
"Which sentence?" Yan Yan also didn't turn his head to look at Xu Lang, a trace of melancholy flashed through his eyes, but then it completely turned into deep darkness.
"We can't live together!"
Xu Lang's understatement blurted out, but the meaning of this sentence was so great for the two of them that it could almost completely separate their remaining bond.
And Yan Yan's silent attitude has already expressed his attitude and explained everything.
Xu Lang has roughly guessed Yan Yan's mind, and has some guesses about some things, but it is not specific enough.
What he meant by this sentence was to take the lead in **: "We can't live together, and I won't keep my hands in the next days!"
Yan Yan's usual face remained unchanged, but the lighter in his hand turned faster.
He remembered again, the first time they met, and the mutual sympathy and mutual clearance in each mission after that.
But in the end he reluctantly closed his eyes and cut off the last trace of hesitation.
"I cannot refuse the conditions given by the newspaper! Xu Lang, Xu Lang, you must die within this mission, otherwise I will have to kill you myself!"
In fact, when he chose to appear in the hall today, he had already planned to sever ties with Xu Lang. In other words, Xu Lang was also thinking the same way.
This is also the tacit understanding and equal wisdom of the two of them...
At this time, Xu Lang no longer hesitated, stood up with his bag on his back, and came to the front of the many executors. He Xiao dressed in a camouflage uniform stood alongside him.
"Remember, after the first batch of executors are sent and left, the remaining pending executors must clearly remember the number of the first batch of people, and when one of you replaces them, you should bring this information to others. !"
The rest of the crowd nodded, and Kou Zhong came to the executor's team.
After Xu Lang took a look, he withdrew his gaze. This was Kou Zhong's first mission. If he dared to argue with himself, it would be beneficial to Xu Lang, but it was also a troublesome thing.
Based on his observation of Kou Zhong, it is obvious that he would not do such a stupid thing.
Xu Lang looked down at his watch. It was 11 to 53 points. There were only less than two minutes left, and seeing that there was nothing to explain, Xu Lang and He Xiao looked at each other and stood together in the team.
Everyone is very nervously waiting for the arrival of the teleportation, praying that they will not be the first batch of executors!
Not long after, bursts of white light lit up, Xu Lang suddenly opened his eyes to look, but only saw a dazzling light, and his eyes scorched and shed tears in an instant.
This was not Xu Lang's original idea at all. It was originally thought that the transmission of the newspaper would erupt with white light inside the bodies of some of the 14 executors, and the transmission would be separated from the total number!
But now it seems that all the 14 executors were wrapped in white light, and they were not allowed to take advantage of the slightest loophole.
Even the number of executors in the first batch was so concealed, which once again made Xu Lang aware of the importance of intelligence on this mission!
And just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt a sense of soaring soul. This feeling was very familiar to him. Xu Lang's heart sank. As expected, the newspaper never "badly treated" him.
Xu Lang is one of the first batch of performers to participate in the game!
At the same time, there are a few white lights that are the most scorching, disappearing out of thin air from the place, but from outsiders, it is impossible to tell how many people have been teleported away!
Song Zhuoming clenched his younger brother Song Zhuoyan's little hand tightly, his back was soaked in cold sweat, his eyelids were tightly closed, and he couldn't open his eyes at all.
And when the tearing force disappeared, Song Zhuoming suddenly widened his eyes and hugged his younger brother in his arms for the first time. They did not separate!
After a while, Song Zhuoming began to look at the environment after the teleportation, and suddenly a cold sweat!
Because this is the room where he and his brother are in the newspaper! Everything is so familiar, which shows that the teleportation they experienced turned out to be teleported back to their room!
To be on the safe side, he dared not determine whether this was the mission location, but instead called a certain performer on the same team.
"What? You teleported to your room too?"
Song Zhuoming put down the phone and was able to communicate internally...
He immediately reacted. He was not the first batch of executors, but because of the newspaper’s top-secret insurance mechanism, the pending executors were forcibly imprisoned in the room in order to completely block the intelligence!
Thinking of this, Song Zhuoming's body couldn't help but start to tremble. What kind of horrible task would it be that would make the newspaper so exhausting! (End of this chapter)