The lights in the conference room came on.

The sudden bright light made people uncomfortably blink several times in a row to see things clearly.

Looking around, everyone around the round conference table was familiar with old friends, their gazes crossed with the same bewilderment and bewilderment, and their faces were almost exactly the same pretending to be calm.

"Good day, distinguished guests."

The young man standing behind the chair is also a familiar face to them—most of them have seen this face in the dangerous objects submitted by the intelligence agencies. The slightly curly brown hair and the natural baby face make the young man look Like a young student still studying.

The President of the United States, who was invited by him politely, sighed, as if he saw young people go astray, "This is really a surprise, Mr. O. Henry."

O. Henry laughed as if he had successfully mischievously said, "I think so too, Mr. President."

"Although I'm taking the liberty to invite you, please rest assured." Wilde leaned against the wall, trying to make a beautiful shot with his hand/gun, "I have drawn a lot of beautiful new works, and I won't let anyone die in the here."

He is really not suitable for being handsome in this way. The gun is not as obedient as a paintbrush in his fingers. He almost flew out of his hand when he swung it halfway, but he rushed back to save him.

It's almost like a comedy scene.

It's a pity that none of the guests appreciated his humorous performance, only Heine gave him a sneer, and pressed a gentleman with restless eyes on the table.

The gentleman who was held down by him hadn't experienced such a humiliating moment for many years, and the eyes staring at him were definitely full of vengeance.

But Heine didn't care too much. From the moment the plan started, they were destined to be hated to death by everyone present and everyone who was scheduled to be invited in the future—he even Yan's angry eyes hooked the corners of his lips happily.

Fortunately, the biggest advantage of politicians is that they can bend and stretch. When there were three transcendents present, and the fourth Verne asked them if they would like to eat some snacks, the French president was the first to give in. " What do you need us to do?"

He tried his best to maintain a calm and neither humble nor overbearing attitude. Among the invited old friends, he should be the only one who knows where they are—Nevernd, who is like Verne's private territory, as long as he is on this island, even if there is only Van Erna alone, they have no chance of winning.

"Hmm...let me think about it..." Wilde acted as the spokesperson enthusiastically. After escaping from the manor and successfully leaving England to go to the island under the cover of Tingming Erye, he has been in a state of excitement like a primary school student's autumn tour. , I was eager to try everything, I was too close to Gide who was in custody because of his cheap hands, Gide caught the opening and gave it twice, and now there is a swollen bump on the back of his head.

Wilde seemed to be about to make a long speech, and the guests braced themselves and prepared to capture as much information as possible from his speech, but before Wilde had time to start, O. Henry summed up the entire content of his speech succinctly. .

"Forced peace talks."

O. Henry took out a pen and paper, and distributed a copy to each of the guests. Seeing the criss-crossed and even distorted expressions on everyone's faces, the smiles on their faces widened a bit.

"You guys have been fighting for so many years and haven't solved the matter, how about just solving it here at once?" O. Henry seemed to be thinking about them, "Don't be so reluctant, everyone, you can speak freely if you want anything, what is said here It won’t spread, it couldn’t be a better place to be safe.”

When distributing pens and papers, he got closer to the guests, but he was grabbed by the wrists by some guests who came from the military faction, as if trying to gain some authority in a disadvantaged situation—O Henry would say that this decision was extremely reckless Like the level that an old fox engaged in politics should have, maybe they hit him too hard when they knocked him out, making people dizzy and confused and haven't judged the situation clearly.

How could someone who had the guts to kidnap big shots who almost held power in the world have the guts to do something to make an example of others.

The muffled sounds and screams sounded almost simultaneously. O. Henry moved his freed wrist, with a cruel killing intent on his face, "Make no mistake, this is not a request."

"Be good, huh?"

He laughed again as he spoke, the small dimples on his cheeks made him look friendly and enthusiastic, like a large dog that would wag its tail friendly to every guest.

"But the blood stains will trouble you to clean up by yourself. We provide excellent cleaners and rags to use."

The few guests who were affected by the splashed blood could only nod their heads, and couldn't help but feel pain in their heads as if they had been opened.

Except for a few gentlemen who started from the army, most of the guests may have never seen such a bloody and exciting scene in their life, and the scene of half-opened and slowly returning to the original scene undoubtedly reminded them of Wilde's sentence "No People will die here."

Many of them admit to having coveted a portrait of Wilde freed from all senility and injury, but none of them would want to own one under the circumstances.

It is not necessary for the transcendents to remind them, they have already begun to imagine all kinds of inhumane tortures on their own.

This time, when Heine looked at the guests again, the resentment was mixed with fear and weakness, "Of course, we also have some small requirements, and we hope we can reach an agreement with you."

"If you are not sure where to start, how about starting here?"

O. Henry started distributing the terms of the agreement that they had discussed in advance. Each of them provided some opinions on the agreement, ranging from excessive to non-excessive. This left the guests with ample room for discussion, as well as the possibility of delaying time until they were rescued.

"Everyone can watch and talk slowly." Heine gave his companions a look, and Wilde pursed his lips reluctantly and continued: "Looking forward to your good news."

They left the meeting room for the guests to play freely. The door seemed to be cut off from the outside world. Verne also kindly left them two packs of potato chips. Those who didn't know thought it was their last supper.

……dinner?

It was bright and lively outside at noon, and the sound of rumbling guns/fires shook even the floor of the cell that was buried deep underground. They can only let them think wildly in the conference room who else participated in this plan.

Verne couldn't help but opened another bag of potato chips, and gnawed them like a little hamster. His supernatural ability allowed others to control every little thing that happened on the island in real time, just like a movie playing in his mind. Thrilling and thrilling blood flying, cool effects that cannot be imitated by special effects.

Especially Mr. Cervantes' "Don Quixote" - armored knights, huge monsters, lightning, thunder, heaven and earth, and the whole space with him as the center presents a mirage of strange illusions, but those illusions, those bizarre The twisted and illusory existence couldn't be more real, making Mr. Cervantes, who manipulated all of this, walk in the world like a god.

In comparison, Verne felt that his supernatural ability was too simple.

Hmm...Mr. Rimbaud's is not bad, but he is fighting against Mr. Baudelaire. It seems that sparks are flying in all directions, but Verne, who has opened the perspective of God, can see clearly. Personally, it was a firecracker-type anti-counterfeiting competition. Taking advantage of the moment when the screen was full of fireworks, they exchanged a few words in a low voice.

Verne couldn't hear exactly what he said, the distance was too far away and the surrounding noise was too loud, but judging from Baudelaire's eye-rolling expression at Rimbaud, what Rimbaud said was definitely not a good thing.

Verne knew that this was not good, but he was still curious about what Rimbaud said. After all, he honestly recounted to Rimbaud what Baudelaire asked him to bring. The reaction was so calm that Verne was terrified.

If other people, such as O. Henry who eavesdropped and laughed out loud, would have to gnash their teeth even if they jumped up in anger, the calmer Rimbaud's reaction was, the more it proved how terrible the anger was in his heart .

Verne was curious, but he didn't dare to ask. Fortunately, one of them was curious and courageous enough. Mr. Wilde who regained his freedom was like returning to his childhood. The first words he said when he saw Rimbaud came back were to greet him and Bodlei How does your reunion feel.

"Very good." Rimbaud said with a smile, "I told Mr. Baudelaire that he is welcome to experience my ability for himself."

"And then what?" Wilde asked, full of curiosity about the French's immoral gossip.

Rimbaud gave him a strange look, "Then there is no more, and we can't do it on the spot."

What can there be on the battlefield? Then, dry sticks and raging fire to fight a field battle in front of everyone?Baudelaire rolled his eyes at him several times and definitely scolded him in his stomach for saying it was inappropriate. Besides, he was indeed not Baudelaire's favorite type. Otherwise, they had worked together for so many years, and they should have had something long ago.

"Wow." Wilde made an uninformed voice, and forgive him for being locked up in the manor for so many years. The princess of the tower is protected so that the range of knowledge will not exceed 15. Only after I met Rimbaud did I know that men and men are not only relatives. Dear, the curious baby's appearance made Orwell cover his face and didn't want to see that Frenchman Rimbaud's surprised and mocking eyes.

Wilde really doesn't represent the average sex/educational level of their British Transcendents.

"By the way," Orwell cheered up to change the subject, so as not to let Wilde continue to tarnish their reputation as a British transcendent, "I received news that Verlaine bought a plane ticket to Japan."

Rimbaud laughed, "It's pretty fast."

"You're not going back?" Orwell asked him.

Rimbaud shook his head, "It's not necessary, Paul will find it himself."

He had prepared a big special surprise for Verlaine in Japan, and he promised to "move" Verlaine, who was upset after reading fragments of his diary, to tears.

……

"Is he dead?"

It was late at night in Japan, Nakahara Nakaya, who was awakened by the loud bang outside, yawned and walked out of the bedroom, squatting down and poking at the large obstacle in the living room that could not move.

"Not dead." Erye Tingming also yawned in a very human manner, "If there is a door and you have to climb the window if you don't want to go, it's God's punishment."

Like this kind of supernatural power aggregate, the Yokohama ley line will fall down immediately after a targeted shock wave, and I don't know who gave him the courage to climb the window of the local gods in Yokohama.

Helicopter moms can be scary.

Erye Tingming shook his head in his heart, and told Zhongyuan Zhongye to throw people out of the window. It's not cold outside before winter, and people can't die in the open air overnight.

What's more, the monitoring personnel squatting outside will be responsible for recycling the humanoid garbage they throw out.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also still curiously observing the late-night intruder, looking at the blond hair with delicate braids, then turned the person over to look at the face, and reluctantly opened his eyelids and carefully observed the color of his eyes for a while. Confused and confused, he stared at the intruder in a daze.

"Huh?" Erye Tingming saw that he was not moving, and made a questioning single voice.

Zhong Yuan carefully pulled the person from top to bottom again, hesitantly and uncertainly said: "Ming, he seems to be my mother..."

This mom looks so ugly...

Not cool at all.

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