If you become a monster, you will succeed

More polite knocking sounds came from the front, Feng Xue stood up gracefully, threw the blanket on the bed casually, glanced at the lunch brought by the secretary, but noticed the slightly weird expression on the other party's face .

Before he could think about it, the secretary said in "Zhuyinyan Mandarin":

"Today is a holiday, you rest, take a moment, continue tomorrow."

"Oh?" Feng Xue intentionally showed some surprise when she heard this, but she still nodded, took the plate and started eating.

Undoubtedly, Jeston should not be the kind of boss who would take the initiative to give employees a holiday. In other words, the only reason the other party didn't let him make illusions today was that he was in trouble.

And this trouble is most likely related to phantoms.

"Did those forces try to get a piece of the pie from me?" Feng Xue thought silently, feeling the feedback that the price rose to about 20 shares and stopped moving.

He didn't think that there were only 20 people in Colombia who were qualified to grab benefits from Jeston. The only possibility for this to happen was that those who got the news in turn cut off the spread of the news and let Jess The news that Dunton got the mass-produced phantom was confined to a small circle.

However, those who can do this kind of thing should not fail to think that others may have already received the news. In the past few days, Jeston may not have the opportunity to draw him to make phantoms.

Thinking of this, Feng Xue finally felt a little joy in her heart, the last puzzle is finally about to be completed!

...

"Tuk Tuk Tuk..."

"Please come in." With a professional voice, a prison guard walked into the office. Looking at the man who was processing the documents, the prison guard said directly:

"Mr. Smilt, the prisoner you asked to focus on, has been talking in a low voice since just now."

"Oh?" Smilte immediately put down the document in his hand when he heard this, stood up and said:

"Know what he's talking about?"

"I don't know, the voice is very small, and I can only hear some syllables, but we can't understand the language of those people." The prison guard shook his head and added:

"You told the boss, otherwise people would come into contact with them, so I didn't dare to ask."

"Understood, I'll go there right now." The secretary picked up the smartphone, and now the boss was arguing with Mr. Loken, so he had to go by himself.

Smilt's office was not too close to the prison where Wu was detained, but he hurried to the heavy iron gate within ten minutes.

Even before the heavy iron door was opened, Smilte could already hear mournful wailing coming from behind the door. Although he couldn't understand what was being said, the voice was undoubtedly full of madness, pain and resentment.

The prison guard opened the iron door, and his voice suddenly became higher. It seemed that he was worried that Mr. Secretary might misunderstand their poor management, so he still opened his mouth to explain:

"Since the day these guys came in, there have been ghost screams from time to time, one or two at the beginning, and they will stop when they are tired, but since this morning, more and more people have ghost screams, and they have stopped continuously since the afternoon. It doesn't stop."

Smilt was not surprised by this situation. As Jeston's direct descendant, he knew some information about "ghosts", which naturally included the fact that they would disappear after being imprisoned for a period of time. Knowing that basically every ghost will enter a state of hysterical madness before disappearing. It is not that he has never heard of it when he delivered food to Fengxue before, but it is not as exaggerated as it is now.

Compared to this meaningless noise, he only cares about what the gentleman who can produce magical items is muttering.

But when he walked to Feng Xue's cell, he found that the situation was different from what he had imagined.

At this time, Feng Xue was no different from usual. She was wrapped in a blanket and sat on the bed with her knees hugged, with the dictionary on her knees. The difference was that he didn't seem to be copying words today. card.

However, Feng Xue's chanting wasn't the hysterical or venomous murmur he imagined, nor was it like a pre-spell that he was chanting in preparation for casting some magic.

He was just holding the Yanwei Dictionary, and kept making a sound that was not too loud, but not too small, but it was hard to hear clearly in the noisy environment around him.

Amidst such piercing roars that sounded like madness, Feng Xue's tranquility and leisure seemed so out of place, as if a philosopher had mixed in with a group of villains.

"Boom, boom, boom." Under Feng Xue's peculiar temperament, Smilte couldn't help but lighten his movements, and tapped the fence lightly, making a small sound, but at least it could be heard in a noisy environment After several times in a row, Feng Xue finally raised her head.

After noticing Smilte, he stopped chanting, picked up the chains of the shackles slowly, and put the legs and shackles on the side of the bed together. Because of the shackles, he did not wear them yesterday and The high-end leather shoes delivered with the clothes, but the prison shoes delivered with the prison uniform, which made his wrinkled dress even more weird.

"Yes, what, something?" It was still a word-style communication without grammar, but the secretary noticed that the other party's pronunciation seemed to be a little more accurate, but he suppressed this question for the time being, and directly asked the purpose of this visit:

"What did you say in the corner?"

But what Feng Xue gave was an answer that surprised Smilte, but was reasonable——

"I, am, study, Victorian."

Speaking of this, Feng Xue turned around, picked up the dictionary on the stand, pointed to the grammar page as an appendix, flipped through a few pages casually, pointed to the phonetic symbols behind the words and said:

"Phonetic symbols, I understand a little bit."

"I see." Smilt looked at the cell behind Feng Xue, and saw nothing unusual, so he no longer doubted it too much. As for the inspection, he can check it later when he goes to make the magical item. There's no need to go in and search now, that would be risky and easily arouse the other party's dissatisfaction.

Not to mention, although the boss is not very smart, he is a little suspicious after all. I used the translation software to contact him today, which is a bit out of line. If I contact him too much and cause suspicion, it will not be good after all.

Having figured this out, the secretary stopped talking, just nodded, and used the computer to translate the software and said:

"In this case, I will take my leave first. If you have any orders, you can let the jailer find me."

...

Watching the secretary leave, Feng Xue dragged the heavy shackles back to the bed, continued to lean against the wall, and began to mutter.

However, no one noticed that when he was reciting Victorian, some incomprehensible syllables would suddenly pop out, and there was a small depression where his bed was connected to the wall...