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

Chapter 548 Guess
"Is this a threat?" The greasy-haired man on the table looked up thoughtfully at the old gentleman who had been looking at the other four people. He lowered his right hand from the table, and the other four people had different reactions.

The old gentleman immediately waved his hands gently when he heard the words, "Of course, please don't get me wrong. This is a formal occasion. I guess everyone is a respectable person. I'm just a businessman and I won't make enemies easily."

"A businessman who transports goods in the Burmese jungle." The greasy-haired man squeezed his knuckles and smiled.

"So what? My business is in Burma, so I might be able to come to the coast?" The old gentleman also smiled, "There are many people who are better than me. I can sell my face on the border. But I’m afraid it won’t be sold here, if I say I want to intimidate everyone, then this friend is probably the first to attack me, right?”

The person he was looking at was a gloomy man, whose hands were under the table at this time, making it difficult to see his actions. The oily man glanced at him and said, "After all, there is no too strict body check for this press conference. part."

A few eyes drifted to the white earphones in the ears of the boy wearing earphones. Presumably, the end of the earphones was also connected to a mobile phone or MP3 player.They didn't go through any metal detectors when they entered this hall, so only they knew what they were carrying.

"But there are a lot of surveillance cameras, not only in the hall, but also in the corridors along the road. There are always so many surveillance cameras in this tower?" said the old gentleman.

"The story is very interesting." The taciturn and gloomy man spoke at this moment, looked at the old gentleman and said, "So listening to your story, you came here spontaneously, and you were not coerced by anything."

"Of course I came spontaneously. If I don't leave my stronghold, then no one can coerce me." The old gentleman nodded naturally, "According to your friend, you didn't come here voluntarily?"

The gloomy man glanced at the old gentleman and then at the others, his eyes mainly stayed on the boy wearing the headphones for a while, but the other party didn't look at him at all. He was sitting on the back of the chair with his hands folded, either looking elsewhere or occasionally Divert your attention and listen to the small talk on the table to chime in for a sentence or two.

"I received a commission at the hotel half a month ago." The gloomy man finally spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, probably because he had been injured, which gave the story he told a dark filter, "The content of the commission is The head of the guest in the presidential room of a star hotel."

"Hotel, designated entrustment, head." The old gentleman suddenly looked up with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Are you the killer of 'Universal Hotel'?"

"Wow." The greasy-haired man opened his mouth and sighed softly.

Seeing the gloomy man nod and admit it, the old gentleman looked him up and down interestingly, who was wearing a mask to cover his face, "I have contacted people in the 'hotel' before, and I thought about hiring workers directly from it, but it's a pity You guys at the 'hotel' only accept short-term jobs, and long-term assignments aren't even allowed to be posted."

"The sky-eye era is taking shape. The work of 'hotels' is not so easy to do. The good and the bad are eliminated and the personnel are a bit scarce. Naturally, no external forces are allowed to dig out floating talents." The gloomy man whispered, "People in our business are not Not many, maybe there were too many, but at least when I entered the industry, there were fewer people, probably almost dead, and those who can live and continue to be active and be remembered are the elite of the elite."

"Ever heard of 'boogeyman'?" the boy in the white earphones asked suddenly.

"Night Devil? It's hard not to have heard of it. The real top legendary figure in the industry, but unfortunately he seems to have quit the industry. No one has seen him take up the task again." The gloomy man looked at the boy, and the others looked at him. Originally Some people thought that this boy didn't even know how to be an "outsider", but they didn't expect that the other party would name a name that few people knew as soon as he opened his mouth.

But after asking this topic, the boy stopped talking, and continued to look away with his earphones on. The gloomy man gave him a very meaningful look and continued, "Universal Hotel can appoint commissions. The slang is 'Hammer' and 'nail', those of us who make 'hammer' only need to know the price of 'nail' and where it is sold, and when a 'nail' sticks there countless times, the price of 'hammer' will be It will increase, and naturally my commission came from this way, and his price was too high for me to refuse."

"So you hit a ghost?" the oily man asked.

"Almost." The gloomy man said, "But the first person to see a ghost was not me, but a female special service worker I threw out as a 'bait'. Specifically, she was the one who bumped into a ghost, and she also It’s true that I feed a ghost with my body.”

"I thought every killer was holding a potted plant and wearing sunglasses." The woman in the mermaid evening dress said abruptly, not looking like an overly comfortable and gloomy man.

"Killing is the purpose, and it is not necessary to use firearms to achieve the purpose." The old gentleman seemed to know this business quite well and said with a smile, "Did you hire a prostitute to use poison? This can remove the suspicion at all. No need to be on surveillance cameras."

"I investigated the habits of the people in the presidential suite beforehand, but unfortunately he hasn't been in or out for three days since he checked in. The room service was refused, and all meals were settled in the room. I only knew that my target was a man, but But I don't have a chance to do it, so I can only let other people do it for me." The gloomy man said calmly, "The woman I found is the best batch of service providers, and no normal man will reject her. She poisoned her, gave her the room key she got from the housekeeping staff, told her to do her own thing, and watch the next room when she came in."

"You probably didn't hear what you wanted to hear." The old gentleman said, probably guessing the ending.

"It's like throwing meat into a grinder." The gloomy man whispered, "She didn't even have time to let out a scream, there was only a violent impact and the sound of bones breaking, and then there was the sound of biting."

"The things in the room are not people." The oily man said.

"The thing I want to kill is not a human. In fact, at first I thought the target was a beast or something." The gloomy man said, "But no matter whether the guy is human or not, at least my poison is useful to him. Originally, the body fluid exchange effect It was even close, but no one thought that the thing would actually eat a person, and it almost killed him."

"What poison did you inject?" the woman asked.

"It's hard to imagine that a lady would be interested in this." The old gentleman smiled and said, but the woman ignored him.

The gloomy man didn't answer the question from the woman in the mermaid tuxedo. He continued, "Just to be on the safe side, I used a suppressed pistol to aim at the most noisy part of the compartment and emptied three magazines. After the fourth bullet When the box was opened, there was no movement in the opposite room."

"You killed him alone!" Even though he had guessed the result, the old gentleman still slightly expressed surprise.

"No, I've said it from the beginning, I'm just lucky." The gloomy man vetoed this statement, "I opened the door of the compartment to check, and only found four or five corpses with a lot of flesh missing. The corpses found that these people are all my peers, and the ranking of the completion rate of the task is ranked in front of me. They are full of bite marks, but there are also wounds left by the battle. There are no fewer than five killers before me. I went through this room and fought this monster. They were all the elite among the elite, but unfortunately they couldn’t get out alive. When I came, the monster was already covered in bruises, but when I found him in the bedroom, he was still alive. With a breath left, the bullets from three magazines and the deadly poison made him dying. I finally had to use the hotel's fire ax to finish him off. The ax blade shattered me to cut off his neck bone"

"What is he like?" the woman asked.

The gloomy man glanced at the old gentleman, "Perhaps my friend has already described what I saw."

"Sharp teeth, sharp claws, twisted biological structures, wild and ferocious, full of dark aesthetics. If this kind of thing can be put on the big screen, then they must be designed by HR Giger. Cameron filmed " "Alien" is even a great masterpiece." The old gentleman said with his fingers lightly stuck on the side of his face.

"If he met me in a narrow place, he would definitely die, but fortunately he died in my hands." The gloomy man said, "I took pictures and went back to the 'hotel', and the person in charge of the 'hotel' told me repeatedly I'm sure it's the head of the dead and not a prop from a sci-fi movie. After uploading to the client, the client also readily settled my task reward, and the task reward included an invitation letter and a document. And it was that document that made me sit here now."

"document?"

"A document about the mission goal." The gloomy man said calmly, "My mission goal is not a monster from the beginning, but a person, one of my colleagues, we even had contacts because of the mission before, but when we met again he It has changed, and the employer left a message saying: The person who can solve it has good skills anyway, right? But I guess you must not be the first to accept this task. He is the hunted one in this task. You are killers, if one day the positions are reversed and he becomes a killer and you become prey, what will happen?"

"Perhaps the killers will all lose their jobs?" said the old gentleman.

"Then what are you here for? Pure curiosity? Or are you worried that you are really unemployed like in the message?" the woman in the mermaid tuxedo asked.

The gloomy man paused and looked at the woman and said calmly, "Why can't I be so worried?"

"A monster is just a monster, it cannot be a killer."

"No, ma'am, you're wrong," said the old gentleman, "you've overlooked an important and veiled message that that monster, if it's anything like the one I encountered in the Burmese jungle, is just a presidential suite. The door couldn't close him, but the monster waited quietly in the room for a long time, fed only by the killers who came to the door, and never rushed out of the room to massacre in the hotel. Do you think this means What are you wearing?"

The woman froze for a moment and looked up as if she wanted to say something, but she shivered quietly and lowered her head without speaking.

The greasy-headed man squeezed his fingers, glanced at the old gentleman, and then at him, "Drug lords, killers, the identities of the friends on our table are quite interesting, I thought they would be able to receive the invitation letter." They should all be entrepreneurs or consortium CEOs, what about you, lady? I am curious as to what capacity you are sitting here?"

The woman who found herself being the focus of all eyes raised her head slightly, looked at the oily man and said, "I don't have any interesting identity, I'm just a doctor."

"Doctor? Then what strange thing happened to you?"

"Nothing particularly interesting."

"Let's talk about it, I think the organizer has a deep meaning in inviting all kinds of strange people like us to participate in this conference. Looking at it now, a drug lord and a killer seem to have participated in this conference The reasons and qualifications, but Miss, you said that you are a doctor, isn't that intriguing?" The oily man said, "Why would a doctor come here? Is it pure curiosity or some other reason?"

"Or if you tell your story first, I'll be willing to tell you why I'm here," the woman said.

"My story?" The greasy-headed man scratched the back of his head lightly, and glanced at the old gentleman and the gloomy man, "I feel like when I start, these two friends will take out the things hidden in their waists and aim at them." me."

"Oh? This means... are you a policeman?" The old gentleman glanced at the oily man unexpectedly.

The greasy-haired man nodded, but the gloomy man beside him didn't react too much, he sat quietly on the table and looked away, while the old drug lord was startled for a moment, but he just shook his head and smiled, and made a gesture of listening attentively.

"My story is not as interesting as this lady's." The greasy-headed man said, "Investigating the case, I encountered a murderer who committed a series of crimes, and was besieged in an unfinished building. My colleagues followed each other one by one. The whole world died, and I was the only one left. I used the corpse of my colleague as bait and combined with the grenade to blow up the murderer to pieces. Here comes the invitation."

"Although it is short, it seems to be a thrilling story." The old gentleman sighed, "It seems that everyone has seen or killed a 'monster' with their own hands. If Freud did not die of poisoning, maybe invite The letter will go to him and not to me."

"Then this lady also sent a monster away with her own hands?" The greasy-haired man looked at the woman in surprise.

The woman was silent for a moment and then nodded lightly. The old gentleman killed the monster as a soldier's subordinate, while the oily man and the gloomy man were a policeman and a killer, and they were both elites in the industry. Why should the woman be a doctor? Can kill monsters?

"...A drug addict came to my clinic and begged me to save her." The woman looked at everyone's eyes, and finally spoke after being silent for a while, "He said he didn't know whether he had overdosed or hadn't touched her for too long The drug produced a withdrawal reaction, in short he said he felt bad and his body was getting worse bit by bit, let me help him."

"Did the doctor take the Hippocratic oath?" the oily man asked.

"I've recited it, so I was going to send him to a big hospital for treatment." The woman nodded, "But he didn't want to do this, he just knocked me out, locked the door of the clinic, and forced me to treat him in the clinic. "

"What an unexpected development." The old gentleman raised his eyebrows, "Are you the victim in this incident?"

The woman glanced at him and said softly, "It was seven days like a nightmare for me. For seven days, I watched his body on the table deteriorate step by step. The first thing that deteriorated was the fluid in his body, black bile, yellow bile The various liquids in the body began to become thick and dark, and the whole clinic was filled with a rotten smell."

"At first he said that he felt something crawling in his body, that his blood came alive with his own consciousness, so he began to bleed his own blood continuously like a demon, and said that he was in so much pain and asked me to help him. Help him, I realized then that something terrible had happened to him"

"Actually, he was already incapacitated at that time. If I wanted to, I could run away at any time, but I chose to stay and give him a blood transfusion. I found that no matter what blood type he had, he would not have a rejection reaction, but it would eventually deteriorate. The black liquid circulated in his body, and this blackness gradually permeated his whole body from the blood, and then tiny fluff began to appear on his body surface." The woman shivered slightly, "Those fluffs are very hard, I tried to pull them out, but when I moved the man screamed in pain, I really had no choice but to let him grow, and there was nothing I could do after the blood transfusion, so I could only give him With glucose, his original self-inflicted wounds healed several times faster than ordinary people. After hemostasis and nutritional supplements, the fluff began to grow exponentially until it covered his whole body. Only then did I know that it was not fluff but scales .”

"It's on," said the old gentleman.

"I asked him what kind of medicine he used. He was already very fuzzy at that time, and he was unwilling to say what he used to cause this appearance. He only begged me to say that his hands and feet were itchy, which made him feel sick. I cut his nails, and only then did I realize that the nails on his hands and feet were all black, as hard as a scalpel and kept growing. I broke his nails with a scalpel, and he said his teeth It hurt so bad I had to pull them all off."

The woman whispered, and a picture appeared in the heads of everyone on the table. In a clinic with dim lights and foul air, a man with black scales was gradually alienated and lay on the table, wailing and hissing continuously. , the trembling female doctor used a vise to tear out the man's teeth one by one, and what was left behind each time was not blood but black mud.

"He should be dead by the end of the story, otherwise you wouldn't be alive to sit with us." The gloomy man said.

"Later, he said that he couldn't control himself more and more. He said that he saw hallucinations that someone was going to hurt him. He almost broke free and caught my arm several times, so he asked me to saw off his arm. With legs and feet, he said that he felt a fire in his stomach, and asked me to pour water into his stomach, and later said that his eyes hurt so much that I should dig out his eyes." The woman said, "I injected him with medical morphine and tranquilizers, He was given aspirin, eperisone hydrochloride, and paroxetine, but these drugs had little effect. Until finally he said he didn't want to be alive anymore and asked me to kill him."

"How did you kill him? The killer friend chopped up a fire axe. There shouldn't be anything sharper than a scalpel in your clinic at that time, right?"

"I injected 1500ml of air into his vein."

The others on the table were silent. Air is more deadly than poison. If more than one liter of air is injected into the veins, any normal creature will die of air embolism.

"In the end, he confessed that he shouldn't have listened to his friend and injected that new type of drug. I asked him what it looked like, and he handed me an empty syringe." The woman said softly.

"Wonderful story." The old gentleman applauded after being silent for a while, "You received an invitation letter at this point in the story, so you decided to explore the truth and came here alone."

"A drug lord, a killer, a policeman, and a doctor, and" he looked at the boy who didn't join the conversation not far away.

"Student." The boy said unexpectedly.

"Students? Isn't this more interesting." The old gentleman, who is also a drug lord, was taken aback and smiled, "The organizer's choice of inviting guests is really unlimited! Doesn't this make people wonder what the organizer's idea is to put Are our people gathered on this tower?"

"Does this still need to be guessed?" The oily man, who was also the policeman, asked.

"The key to the birth of the monster is the drug in the syringe. The focus of the organizer's press conference is probably that these drugs are not wrong, but I still have a little doubt." The drug lord said, "If I were the organizer, I would like Selling a potion that can turn people into monsters must not use this method to recruit buyers, so that buyers will be exposed to the fear of finished monsters to arouse interest? This method sounds reasonable at first glance, but it is not at all There is no merit, on the contrary, it is extremely absurd, and everyone here seems to be a potential purchaser except me. To you, medicine is just a product full of weirdness and novelty, and you have no need or desire to buy it at all. But the organizer still sent the invitation letter to you.”

"Do you think there are other meanings hidden in this press conference?" The killer asked.

"I don't know." The drug lord squinted at the depths of the hall, the empty podium, and the hidden monitors hanging in every corner of the hall, and said, "These doubts were gradually discovered after everyone was willing to share stories. What I found out, what the organizers want to do, I am afraid that they can only get the answer when they come out and say it themselves."

"A potion that can turn people into monsters? Is there a market for this kind of thing?" the policeman asked.

"If it is in a war zone, the market will not only be huge but also huge, especially in Mr. Killer's story, it is mentioned that the organizer seems to have the means to control these monsters, then his value will increase countless times, and it is truly strategic. Significance." The drug lord said, "Not only me, but some of my 'friends' will have a very strong interest in this product. But the problem is that the invitation direction of the organizer's press conference seems to be more important than I imagined. Much weirder."

"There is another friend who didn't tell his story, maybe we can get the answer in his story?" The drug lord turned his head and looked at the boy by the window who had been listening and paddling during the chat. A silent killer at the beginning, maybe he really deserves the description of taciturn.

"I don't have any stories." The boy glanced at the drug lord, lowered his head slightly after thinking for a while, then raised his head and said, ".I'm in but after hearing your stories, I gradually became interested in this press conference. It looks like today The night will not be as boring as I imagined."

"What do you mean?" The doctor looked at the boy and asked softly, "Did you guess what?"

The boy didn't even look at the doctor, but turned his head to look at the ubiquitous cameras in the corner of the hall and said, "I did guess something, but I hope I guessed wrong, otherwise not only will the events tonight not be boring, It can even get really bad."

After he finished speaking, before the other people at the table had time to understand, the door of the hall suddenly closed with a bang, and all the guests on the round table in the hall stopped their whispering and whispering, and in the silence, countless lines of sight focused on On the side of the podium.

There, a woman with a short stature less than 1.5 meters tall and wearing a white formal suit walked slowly to the front of the podium. It seemed that something had been stepped on to allow her to successfully poke her head out of the podium.

No one in the hall laughed at her, because everyone realized that this woman represented the host, and the role played by the host in each of their stories had made an extremely deep and treacherous impression on them.

Standing in front of the podium, the short woman glanced around, her gaze never staying on the guests at any table. After watching the ceremony in a 'defiant' way, she nodded slightly and leaned close to the microphone and said, "Good evening, gentlemen."

　ps: Two in one, a good plot needs a good foundation, so I hope you don’t worry

　　
　
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