Mo Yang didn't expect that the room of Qin Huang's five people turned into a luxury suite, and he didn't expect that the time was so fast that they could hear what he said. Fortunately, he didn't directly name the item that he guessed might be the scepter, otherwise it would be really bad.
He ran extremely fast, followed by Qingnv, Feiying, Harris and Xiaohou who was holding a basketball. Those who didn't know thought what it was for, but Mo Yang stopped in front of the door of a house before running far, swiped the end of the ring to the door, and was about to enter the house. The fastest runner, Xiao Hou's expression darkened instantly, and he threw the specially made basketball at Mo Yang directly.
In Xiao Hou's mind, Mo Yang must have to delay for a while in order to avoid the basketball, and then he can take advantage of this time to catch Mo Yang.
However, that little boy who looked like he had a bad stomach didn't hide from the basketball at all. When he opened the door, the basketball was about to hit Mo Yang's head.
bump!
Xiaohou grinned, but before he could laugh out loud, his basketball bounced back with greater force as if it had smashed down a wall. Xiaohou hurriedly caught his own basketball, and was hit by that force so hard that he wanted to vomit blood. He looked up in disbelief, and Mo Yang had already entered his own room, but there was a small display screen on the door, which showed Mo Yang's very, very unbeatable face.
"Little guy, didn't anyone tell you not to litter everywhere?"
Xiaohou was so angry: "You are the trash! Your whole family is trash!! Come out!"
Mo Yang rolled his eyes in the room: "Do you think I'm stupid? It's almost twelve o'clock now, go to bed quickly. In case you don't grow taller in the future."
Xiao Hou wanted to say something, but Qin Huang's voice rang out: "Okay, Xiao Hou, come back."
He was also led astray by that man just now, and they will chase him as soon as he runs away. In fact, this has no effect, even if Mo Yang is really caught, it is impossible for him to tell what the scepter he guessed is. It can only be said that the timing of their coming out was not right. If it was later, maybe they could hear the man's guess.
However, even if he didn't tell them, there was a way. In the remaining six days, these people would definitely look for the scepter. As long as they followed them all the way, they would be able to know what their goal was. Even if they got the scepter, as long as they didn't quit the game immediately, he would have a way to get the scepter back.
So Qin Huang only remembered Mo Yang's face deeply, turned his head to look carefully at Wan Mei, Song Kefeng and Zhou Api, and went back to the room directly.
But Harris didn't go back to the room, he stood like a big pillar in front of Mo Yang and Wan Mei's room, it seemed that he was going to watch all night.
Song Kefeng and Zhou Api first entered Mo Yang and Wan Mei's room together. After Zhou Api entered the room, he was directly upset: "You said that the time was so short, you spoke as soon as they left the house. You might as well just say it in the elevator. It looks like they have to follow We are gone, what should we do?"
Mo Yang shrugged: "Cold salad. Can we still beat them out of the game? I don't want to have such a fierce conflict with them for the time being. Besides, they can't get the scepter before me no matter what."
"The most important thing is that I'm just guessing about the possibility of the scepter. Before I get it, I don't know whether my guess is right or not."
Song Kefeng asked: "What exactly did you guess?"
Mo Yang glanced at the door, and lowered his voice to the minimum: "I guess it might be one of the three president's microphones in the treasure auction hall on the forty-ninth floor."
Zhou Api almost yelled, but fortunately he reacted quickly and whispered in disbelief: "How could that scepter be a microphone?!"
"The microphone of the host of the underground fighting arena is a small thing that hangs next to the ear and is almost as long as an index finger? Even if it is the president's microphone, it is impossible to look like a scepter. Moreover, I am very dissatisfied. See why the king's scepter is a microphone."
Mo Yang glanced at him: "The scepter symbolizes power, and the greatest power possessed by the lord of a country is often the 'right to speak'. That is to say, one is the same. In ancient times, we still have the phrase 'You have no jokes'. With that The right to speak is the right to have the right. As for the appearance of the microphone? In this era, the microphone should have many functions? Maybe there is also a deformation function? Now check the Internet for Pross, Ming Qingfeng, and Abu Dhabi. What are the functions of the president's microphones? The treasure hall on the forty-eighth floor of the Obsidian Hotel has collected the microphones of these three presidents."
Zhou Api was originally full of doubts about Mo Yang's guess, but after Mo Yang said it, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this idea was very reliable. Wan Mei turned on the optical computer in the room and started to inquire, and then found out the details of the microphones of the three presidents.
Looking at the data of these three microphones, the four of Mo Yang could truly feel the distance between the technology of hundreds or even thousands of years—
Each of these three microphones belonging to the president has several very special functions. In addition to the most basic multilingual translation and voice modulation, there are also functions such as deformation, attack, and defense. Among them, the microphone of President Pross can be turned into a cane. He always turns the microphone into a cane and holds it in his hand after speaking.
Zhou Api pointed to the microphone of President Pross and said: "I think this microphone is the right one!! It looks like a scepter!"
Song Kefeng felt that President Ming Qingfeng's microphone was more likely. After all, they were all black-haired and black-eyed. They should be of the same blood.
Mo Yang shook his head: "That's hard to say. Rather than guessing here and there, it's better to hold it in your hand and have a look. If you hold this thing in your hand, you should be able to determine whether it is the 'king's scepter' The problem now is that these three microphones are the treasures of the Hei Yaoxing Hotel. How can we get them? The fair way is to buy all three microphones, but even if Lao Song won the championship in the fighting competition Even if you get the 100 million star coins, you may not be able to buy them. And let us buy these three microphones, Qinhuang and the others will definitely take action."
"So, even if I really want to be a kind person, I'm afraid we have to use unconventional methods to get these three microphones."
"At this time, I am very happy that Ouyang Li is my friend."
I heard that the Treasure Hall on the forty-ninth floor has three layers of strict protection, and only those with top authority can enter during non-exhibition hours. Mo Yang thought of the permission password that Ouyang Yang told him.
Apparently the other three had thought of this too. If it wasn't for that big man staring outside, they would have given it a try now.
"Okay, the countermeasures are already in place. Let's go to the Treasure Hall to take a look tomorrow. Although I am very sure of my guess, it is also possible that this guess is wrong. It is better not to act rashly, and observe and observe."
After several people finished talking, Song Kefeng and Zhou Api left the room. When they went out, they saw Harris still guarding there very seriously, like a door god. Song Kefeng had the idea of going up and punching him unconscious, but in the end he endured it and went to sleep first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow.
When Song Kefeng and the two left, Mo Yang still dragged Wanmi to read the microphone posts of the ten most famous presidents of the federation. He looked at the microphone of the legendary president of the first federation and sighed: "Isn't this function a bit too weird? Sure enough, those who can make great achievements are not ordinary people."
It's a pity that the legendary president's microphone is said to have been lost for a hundred years. Otherwise, when he speaks, he will have special spotlight effects, which would be very annoying.
Anyway, it’s inexplicable, Mo Yang has a good impression of the microphone named "Proverbs" owned by the first legendary president of the Federation. But "transformation" can make Su Potian's inner self very consistent with his aesthetic preferences. It's a pity that I didn't have the chance to see it.
So much so that when Mo Yang dreamed at night, he dreamed that he was giving a passionate speech with a microphone.
Hearing his black dog talking in his sleep, the Great Demon King Anhui happily said: "..." He stared at Mo Yang for a long time, then suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, and started to open the star network to continue searching for some information. As the sky turned from pitch black to dawn, Wan Meicai pinched the center of his brows lightly, looked at a photo and laughed.
At seven o'clock in the morning, Mo Yang got up and tidied himself up. He turned his head and found that Bai Wan's eyes seemed to be a little black. He carefully observed Wan Mei's face: "Have you stayed up late?"
Wan didn't smile: "No, I'm just thinking about a research topic. I didn't sleep very well."
Mo Yang clicked his tongue: "I'm going to drink a glass of calming milk for a while, I saw this kind of milk in the menu yesterday, it seems that very good natural plant ingredients are added to the milk, one thousand star coins for a cup , I'll order you a drink."
Wan didn't curl his lips and nodded, he didn't feel that he was playing soft food at all.
At 7:30, the four of Mo Yang went to the breakfast restaurant on the 40th floor, and the five of Qin Huang followed them as expected. If it were someone else who was followed like this, they would definitely feel uncomfortable. However, Mo Yang and Wan Mei are both people who are used to being watched, and they are not unaccustomed at all, while Song Kefeng and Zhou Api are both fearless and shameless. It was thicker than the city wall, but the four of them acted as usual.
The breakfast restaurant is a self-service and a la carte mode.
Song Kefeng paid 500 star coins for breakfast for the four of them, and Mo Yang ordered an extra cup of calming milk for Wan Mo. Song Laogou and Zhou Fatzi expressed their disdain for this blatant behavior of throwing dog food. However, at the same time that Anshen Milk from Wanmei was served, the waiter also brought up three glasses of fruit juice that looked like a starry sky.
"Good morning, everyone. These three glasses of starry sky juice are drinks specially given to the three of you. After drinking them, they will refresh your mind and improve your beauty. This is a limited gift drink for our breakfast restaurant today. I hope to see you again tomorrow morning. We have different limited gifts every day." The smile of the waitress was very sweet, and Mo Yang saw that other tables, including Qin Huang, were also given starry sky juice. Obviously, everyone liked this special juice very much, with smiles on their faces.
But why didn't Anhui
The waitress seemed to see Mo Yang's doubts, and her tone was a little flattering: "Although our Starry Sky Juice is very good, it can't compare to Calming Milk in every aspect except for its appearance. Starry Sky Juice's The price is 80 star coins for a cup, and the Anshen milk is 1,000 stars. This gentleman already has Anshen milk, so we will not make a fool of Star Juice. Of course, if customers want to taste a different taste, I'm going to get another glass right now."
Wan didn't hear the words and directly refused after holding the cup: "No need. I'm not used to drinking fruit juice."
Yang Heiquan had a smile on his face. He picked up the starry sky juice and was about to take a sip, but his hand was suddenly pressed down by Wan Mei. "wait."
Mo Yang was taken aback, and Zhou Api and Song Kefeng who were about to drink juice on the opposite side also had a meal.
At this time Wan Mei had already taken a sip of the cup of Anshen milk, and his expression was very indifferent: "My milk has been poisoned." The value was directly poisoned by more than half. It is still decreasing bit by bit.
Mo Yang was taken aback when he heard the words, and his face became very ugly. He immediately thought whether it was Qin Huang who did it, but soon, there were exclamations from various places in the breakfast restaurant. Voice.
"what happened!!"
"My health has dropped by two-thirds!!"
"Dongzi!!"
"Where are the waiters!! What do you want to do!"
In the restaurant, people fell down one after another. Zhou Api looked up and his face turned pale, "The four who fell to the ground are all players. And they are all players who participated in the fighting competition."
After the player dies in the game, the body will not be directly dissipated into data, but will remain in the state of his death until he is cremated or buried like a real corpse. So at this time, the players who fell to the ground in the restaurant have obviously lost the game, but their bodies are still there, and the expressions on their faces are also shocked and angry.
And their companions were even more angry than them, so that the waiters could no longer appease them. Soon, the general manager of this big hotel ran over. Facing such a scene, he was also sweating.
Even if the manager promised a lot of compensation, there was no way to calm the anger of the remaining seven or eight players who were dining here. They are all going to participate in tonight's fighting competition, but now their health points are less than one-third left, and they still can't find a way to replenish their health points. This is simply a forecast of failure for their game in advance.
Seeing that these people were about to make a fuss, a somewhat deep voice sounded from behind the crowd.
"Our hotel is responsible for negligence in this matter. However, we are also victims. There is a wrongdoer and a debtor. If you feel dissatisfied, you can find the culprit who lurks in the kitchen and bribes the waiter to poison you. I have already Bring them here, you can do what you want. Just don’t make too much noise, we can go through legal procedures. If you don’t care about it, then we won’t sit idly by.”
The one who came was a tall young man, his appearance was calm and handsome, almost like Ouyang Qi. Mo Yang recognized at a glance that this person was the adult Ouyang Yang.
Maybe it was because his eyes were too straightforward, Ouyang Li's sharp eyes seemed to be looking at him in the next second. But Mo Yang was not afraid of such eyes at all, he shook his hand and smiled at Ouyang Yang very friendly and familiar.
Ouyang Yang looked at him for two seconds, then looked away.
Then everyone in the restaurant knew that the two poisoned people were also players. Their reason was that they also participated in the fighting competition. They felt that the opponent was too strong, so they thought of weakening the strength of the opponent first, and then they could relax. some.
But Qin Huang and Mo Yang didn't believe the words of these two people at all. Qin Huang gave Qing Nu a look, and Qing Nu walked up to these two people, and then began a very exciting psychological questioning.
It was only then that Mo Yang discovered that Qingnv was actually a person who was proficient in understanding other people's psychology. Coupled with the force sanctions by Flying Eagle and Harris next to them, the two players finally couldn't stand it and revealed the real reason for their poisoning.
"Someone is willing to give us 100 million star coins. As long as we can create chaos in the Hei Yaoxing Hotel to attract Ouyang Li to appear, and then poison Feiying and Song Kefeng to death, the mission will be considered complete."
Hearing this, Feiying, Song Kefeng and Ouyang Yang all frowned.
As for Mo Yang, he immediately thought of that guy Ouyang Qi, and when he rolled his eyes, he saw a black shadow rushing towards Ouyang Yang very quickly and strangely.
Immediately, he picked up the Star Juice in his hand and threw it over, and shouted: "Stop!!"
The black shadow paused inexplicably, and in the next second, the juice was poured over his head and even hit his head by the glass.
Sombra: …
Ouyang Yang: ...
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