If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 547 The reason
This is the first time that Lu Mingfei has seen someone's shoulder measurements displayed in the form of question marks. If he remembers correctly, the last "person" like this was met in his dream. It's hard to say that the little boy in formal clothes who gave himself this ability.

According to the original words of the little boy, when a target is completely different from Lu Mingfei, when there is a gap between different dimensions, the data of this target will be invisible to Lu Mingfei, and will exist in the form of question marks , that is to say, Lu Mingfei has no chance of defeating or killing the opponent, and all kinds of cleverness or tricks are just a clumsy joke that doesn't hurt or itch in front of the opponent.

Even Lu Mingfei, CK's superhuman attribute, can see it clearly, but now the man with the white tail feather mask on the table by the window can barely see a special ability, just see a special ability clearly. Lu Mingfei was so frightened by his abilities. If someone else had a power named "Yanling", Lu Mingfei would have seen him as powerful. But what happened to this man? Spiritual?And what are the other completely incomprehensible skills other than Ling Ling?
Keel state, violent blood, spiritual domain, this kind of skills that are so terrible at first sight, and the skills that are thoughtfully divided into levels with Roman numerals made Lu Mingfei stunned for a while. The most outrageous thing is that at the end There are word spirits that cannot be observed with question marks. Is this because these word spirits are not of a level that he can spy on, or is there some other reason?Lu Mingfei didn't know, but after he saw everything, there was an ellipsis. If it was in an RPG game, he would probably meet the big boss right after leaving the Novice Village.

"Friend, what's the matter with you?" On the table, the British-style man seemed to have noticed Lu Mingfei's momentary sluggishness and trembling. Even if he concealed the huge shock and disbelief a little bit, the appropriate analogy is like seeing a ghost. Similarly, with his extraordinary powers of observation, it is hard not to notice this detail.

"I, I. It's nothing." Lu Mingfei forced himself not to show his mournful face, and lowered his head to stabilize his emotions. Anyone who finds himself sitting on the edge of the crater will be as disoriented as he is, not to mention he still knows that the press conference will start soon. There will probably be some unforeseen circumstances in the future, and CK's guarantee that they will not be in any danger is simply farting.

Su Xiaoqiang didn't notice Lu Mingfei's mental activity at the table. She sat calmly and naturally on the table with her own juice, and her eyes wandered around the front of the hall, which was close to the front booth, but it was a pity that everyone who entered the hall Opportunity put on a mask, and after sitting down, they blocked each other's figures and couldn't see why. After observing for a while, she also gave up with some disappointment.

From time to time, the hall is full of seats, not to mention that there are still many seats vacant. It seems that the organizer's face is not a gold-lettered signboard, and many people will ignore the invitation letter as a joke or prank. There has been no second attempt to invite or find others to fill those positions, and it seems that the current batch of people is enough for them to achieve what they want.

Amidst the discussions and hustle and bustle, a short conversation inevitably started on the table in front of the high-altitude French window. The first person to speak was an old man with gray hair who was far away from the window.

"I'm curious, do you know why you are here today?" He asked calmly, his voice was a little old but not hoarse, but with a strong affinity, even wearing a mask Can't hide the loose lips and the old gentleman's mottled skin. Under the purple mask reveals two sharp eyes with deep meaning. A handmade suit makes the old bones stand upright like a young man, and every strand of hair is combed Neat and neat, it is a rare old-school gentleman.

After this sentence was put forward, except for the man with the white tail feather mask on the table, the other two men and a woman looked up at the old gentleman and did not speak. The man who is also a successful person said, "I heard that an epoch-making product will appear tonight. As a businessman's curiosity and professional ethics, you should always take a look in advance."

"It seems that he is an ambitious person who manages a lot of things every day, but this time the organizer didn't even announce the details and uses of the products sporadically, right?" the old gentleman asked.

"But everyone is still here, whether it's you or me." The greasy-haired man replied with a smile and nothing leaked.

"Aren't you a local by the accent?"

"You're not a local by the accent."

"Then I guess that at least two of the other three friends at the table came from other places, and I don't know why you all have to travel long distances to come to this little-known small city to participate in such a release Yes?" The old gentleman put his hand on the table and tapped it lightly with his old but bony fingers.

"Business secrets." On the table, a man in formal attire who kept his head down from time to time to observe the surrounding situation cut off the communication in a low voice.

"." The only woman on the table in a blue blue and white porcelain mermaid evening dress, her gaze stayed between the old gentleman and the greasy-headed man, and she didn't choose to open her mouth to join the chat. She was wearing white silk gloves on the table. He rubbed his slender fingers lightly, and inadvertently placed his eyes on the man or boy in front of the window not far away.

The woman probably has a lot of experience in seeing people due to her occupation, but she concluded that the guest's age would not exceed 20 based on her skeleton and half of her face, and she belonged to the youngest group of people on the table and even in the entire hall, and he What you are doing now is also what typical young people do.

Facing the conversation between the old gentleman and the greasy-headed man, the boy took out a pair of white earphones and put them on. He leaned against the window and stared at the night scene outside, completely devoid of social desire and etiquette.

The other four people on the table didn't say anything about his actions. Since the other party chose to withdraw from the stage of chatting, they don't need to deliberately provoke others. After all, the people who can come to this press conference tonight are all well-known. No one wants to easily offend anyone.

"It seems that everyone has their own reasons." The old gentleman took another look at the boy wearing earphones listening to music and nodded, "I just want to see if I can exchange information with you before the press conference, and see how I Are some of the predictions made by the organizers correct?"

"Do you know who the organizer is?" the oily man asked.

"It's a pity that I don't know. I tried to investigate, but I couldn't find anything, but even so, I still came here." The old gentleman pressed the fingers of his right hand lightly with his left hand Glancing at the four guests on the table, "After all, apart from the invitation letter, the organizer has given each of us a reason why we cannot refuse this press conference."

Except for the boy with the earphones, the expressions of the other three guests were different when they heard this sentence. The old gentleman took another look at the boy who had no reaction after observing this, then withdrew his gaze and said, "If I guessed correctly If so, have you more or less encountered at least one abnormal phenomenon in the past six months?"

Not so normal phenomenon.

The words were very ambiguous, but some different pictures and events emerged in the minds of everyone at the table. The old gentleman nodded slightly when he saw them, and said, "It seems to be all, but for everyone who met I'm actually quite curious about the abnormality, and I don't know if we can get to the bottom of the organizer before the organizer reveals the mystery?"

"What do you want to do?" The slightly taciturn man on the table who had been observing the surroundings spoke. It seemed that the old gentleman was not the only one interested in the mysterious organizer.

"I have reason to believe that everyone here is a rare leading elite in their respective industries, and there must be a very similar and particularly shocking reason for attracting so many elites. An invitation It is absolutely impossible for Han to do this, and everyone knows this truth." The old gentleman pointed his finger at the table, "Then let me explain clearly, if I guess right, everyone is due to some 'accident' or He came to this city because of his 'information'."

"Why don't you tell me what you've seen and heard first?" said the woman in the mermaid tuxedo.

"If this can help you open the chatterbox and exchange information, I don't mind being an excuse." The old gentleman nodded slightly, and then began to tell a short and bizarre story.

"I don't know what you think of 'Xiaoyang'?"

"Xiaoyang?" the oily man asked.

"Monsters in the mountains, "Huainanzi·Fan Lun Xun" records that "Xiaoyang comes out of the mountain", "Xiaoyang is also a mountain spirit. It is humanoid, grown up, with a black face, hairy body, feet on the heels, and smiles when it sees people. ’” said the woman in the mermaid.

"Mountain spirit?" said the greasy-headed man, "does this refer to the spirits in the mountains in fairy tales?"

"A monster in the "Shan Hai Jing"." The woman said, "It seems that someone has encountered something in the myth."

"It doesn't count. If he is Shinhwa, it seems that Shinhwa will be killed by bullets." The old gentleman smiled and said, "Three months ago, some of my friends claimed that they were attacked when they delivered a batch of goods. Almost all of the cargo-hauling team died in the jungle of Myanmar. When other people arrived at the scene to collect the corpses, they found that there were not many messy footprints at the scene, only the dead who had been disembowelled, with a large part of the internal organs and flesh and blood missing. Was it attacked by some beast?"

"I heard that there are Bengal tigers living in the tropical rainforest of Myanmar, but since you mentioned 'business' and 'goods', it seems that ordinary beasts can't do this tragedy. Do you really think it is the so-called "Shan Hai Jing" The monster in "has attacked your business?" the greasy man asked as he rubbed his thumb against the side of his index finger.

"I can't help but think so." The old gentleman shrugged. "After all, my men captured the things that attacked us. The people who delivered that shipment were 'almost' all dead, not all dead."

"There are survivors?"

"Probably." The old gentleman paused for a moment and nodded slowly, "That is the oldest foreign veteran in the team. He spent three years in Afghanistan and one year in Kosovo. I bought it from someone and worked for me in Myanmar for two years. I have a lot of experience in surviving in extreme environments, and he is the best fighter I have ever seen. He was the only survivor in that attack.”

"According to his description, the attack took place between five and six in the evening. The enemy was very cunning and picked a time when the morning and evening were not connected. He started attacking when everyone's vigilance was at its lowest. First They dragged away the two sentry guards, dragged them into the woods, tore open their vocal cords for the first attack, then disemboweled them, and then went around to the tent area behind the camp to patronize one by one, boldly like"

"It's like eating a buffet in the jungle." The taciturn man said, "Your men were empty guns the first time?"

"No, it hit," said the old gentleman. "My soldier arrived first and fired, but unfortunately he was wearing armor, and the bullets couldn't penetrate his armor. He was provoked. , before the formation of two pieces of bread with cheese, it crossed a distance of five meters and knocked three adult males into the air, then rushed into the jungle and disappeared."

"Armor? What can wear armor and jump five meters to avoid the encirclement that is forming?" the oily man said.

"Who knows, the nightmare gradually started after the first attack. The attackers stared at the team as if they were provoked by that shot. In the jungle, people began to be dragged into the dense forest. When you relax In an instant, a black shadow will rush towards you and take you captive into the depths of the jungle to disembowel you. Bullets will have little effect on him, and will be blocked by the armor he wears. His short-distance running speed in the jungle is nothing like that of a cheetah. The difference is that no one can see his attacking movements clearly. According to the survivors, the attacker seems to have a strong sense of revenge. After that, every successful attack in the jungle, the opponent will deliberately not destroy the victim The vocal cords, let the team listen to the screams of the victim alive and being ripped open until he died." The old gentleman said lightly.

"The last survivor saw the murderer who attacked your team?" the woman asked after a pause.

"No, he caught the murderer and brought us back the body." The old gentleman gave an astonishing answer with his fingers slightly closed.

"Caught it?" Everyone on the table was obviously taken aback, and the boy wearing the earphones turned his head to look at the old gentleman, who also smiled and nodded politely at him, "Yes, I caught it, I The soldier in the team was very smart. When there were only the last two people left in the team, he had already noticed the attacker's vengeful psychology and the almost perverted twisted bloodthirsty mentality. He checked all the corpses and found that each corpse was missing No matter who the attacker was, he had eaten some of these victims."

When it came to eating behavior, the old gentleman glanced at the four people on the table, but found that none of them changed even a little bit, so he nodded and continued, "So he chose to use the remaining one as bait, forcing A fixed-point detonation plastic bomb was sewn into his stomach, and the assailant took him away when he had a high fever and was weak. The same time the assailant still chose not to tear off the victim’s vocal cords. My A soldier knows that the attacker has the habit of eating prey, so when the victim screams the loudest, that is, when the attacker puts his face close to the victim's abdomen. At this time, he detonates without hesitation and has already prepared bomb."

"I would do the same for my life, so the 'Tan Jing' was killed?" said the taciturn man.

"He was executed by shooting. When my soldiers followed the flames and smoke of the explosion, they found that the assailant lying on the ground was not dead. The explosive equivalent that could blow through the cave even shattered the corpse. It was still alive after being hit by an explosion, but it looked much more miserable, and my soldiers immediately added a round of bullets to smash his heart."

"He should be at the head." The boy wearing earphones on the table said suddenly.

The old gentleman looked at the boy and was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "Yes, Floyd's bullet should be the first, after all, no one would have thought that a creature whose chest was smashed could bite him back before dying, Ripped half of his shoulder off."

"It's not a fatal injury. If you stop the bleeding, you should be saved. If your soldiers have been on the battlefield for more than a year, they must have been exposed to some first aid methods on the battlefield." The taciturn man said.

"He contained the bleeding but not the poisoning." The old gentleman said, "It was a very troublesome and fatal chronic poison. Freud persisted until the rescue arrived, but unfortunately he did not survive the toxic attack. , the only thing left at the scene is the story he dictated and a dead body."

"What does the 'Spirit' look like?" the woman asked.

"This is the part that surprised me the most in this story," said the old gentleman. "No matter how many times I tell or recall, I will be surprised, because the corpses brought back by helicopter by the rescue force at that time were not any beasts I knew. .It was a woman from Southeast Asia. And it was also at that time that I realized that what the attacker blocked Floyd's bullet was not armor at all, but layers of fine scales that grew all over the woman's body. Her face was not Not scary or even pretty, but unfortunately the teeth under the lips are sharper than knives, we dissected her and found that her internal structure is almost the same as that of humans, but there is a huge difference in the number of bones."

"Her bone density is five times that of normal people, and her muscle strength and joint fascia toughness are all beyond the level of normal people, which means that her speed and strength can easily exceed the limit of the peak of human beings in the Olympics, if she hadn't lost With reason, she can be the strongest hunter in the jungle and the strongest fighter in the war." The old gentleman said, "I was really sorry that Floyd killed her at that time. If I had a choice, I hope to die. It is Freud, because I am willing to spend several times the time to go to the jungle to catch such a living body for research or domestication."

"You appear here because you suddenly saw hope again after the opportunity was lost." The greasy man said.

"That's right." The old gentleman nodded, "We almost studied her whole body but got nothing. In the end, we naturally opened up her internal organs to study her digestive function. After all, she almost studied her whole body. After the team 'eats', there must be a different digestive structure, and guess what we found in her stomach?"

Nobody guessed, because the old gentleman had already put that thing on the table.

A colorful syringe.

"And then you got the invitation," the woman said, looking at the syringe.

"Then I received the invitation letter, and I have no reason to refuse the invitation." The old gentleman, an arms and drug lord from Myanmar, said flatly, "At the same time, I am also curious whether the reasons for coming here are the same as mine, full of weirdness and bizarreness , and I hope everyone will feel free to share.”

(End of this chapter)