Pick up trash in dangerous games

Soon, Jian Mo couldn't care less about thinking wildly.

As soon as he met delicious food, he seemed to forget all his troubles and sorrows.

Today is a bit different, Mr. Jia unusually did not come to have breakfast, Jian Wu was just surprised for a moment, and soon fell into the embrace of delicious food, this breakfast was very enjoyable, except for someone around him who kept yelling at him Crooked, everything is fine.

"Third brother, I can protect you from now on. If you have anything to say, you can tell brother, brother will protect you!"

After thinking about it all night, Jia Liang really couldn't let go of this beauty. If he can't be a lover, he can still be a brother. He forgot how his elder brother took him to play when he was young, but now he can take good care of the new third brother.

Jian Mo barely raised his head, he kept eating the food in the bowl in silence, and didn't pay much attention to Jia Liangcai, but Huo Xiuzhu frowned after hearing Jia Liangcai's words.

It can be said that only Jia Liangcai’s voice appeared on the dining table. After all, this is his home. Even if the player hates it, he can’t find a reason to make Jia Liangcai shut up. But just like this, the other party doesn’t feel embarrassed, but speaks more vigorously. .

The eldest brother who sat across from the two smiled and said nothing, got up and left after breakfast.

As soon as he walked out, he was stopped by the old housekeeper, "Master, please stop, the master calls you to go to the study."

The old butler's voice was not too loud, just enough that everyone could hear it. When they heard Master Jia, some players moved their ears, but all the players restrained themselves and did not act rashly.

Jia Liangping paused, "I'll go right away."

The old butler's tone was a bit strange, and when Jian Mo looked at it with his rice bowl in his hand, he happened to see the old butler's smiling face, like a puppet manipulated by the police.

But these abnormalities, Jian Mo didn't take it seriously, after all, he would encounter the so-called ghost sooner or later, and this time there were several high-level players in the dungeon, as for why Jian Mo could be sure that Huosong and his group were high-level players Players, that is also based on unnecessary intuition.

Then he saw the back of the old housekeeper and Jia Liangping leaving.

...

On the way to the study, it seemed to pass quietly.

Jia Liangping was a little suspicious, because he was watched by the old housekeeper since he was a child, so he didn't have any doubts about the old housekeeper.

He was uneasy, and he didn't realize that the distance he had traveled was very long.

"I've reached the master's study, let the young master go in."

"Okay," Jia Liangping replied, he was only thinking about why his father called him to the study, and he didn't look back at the old housekeeper's abnormal expression.

The door of the study room was closed tightly, Jia Liangping frowned, not understanding that his father, who never liked to close the door, closed the house tightly this time, even the windows were no exception. Looking at it like this, it seemed that the windows were destined to die.

Seeing Jia Liangping's movement as if he was about to knock on the door, the old butler repeatedly stopped him: "Master, you can just go in."

Hearing this, the hand that was about to knock on the door stopped, and changed to pushing the door and entering.

Jia Liangping saw that it was morning, but the room was extremely dark, and the scene inside could not be seen clearly. As far as the eyes could see, it seemed to be merged into endless darkness.

Before he could react, the door behind him was quickly closed.

At this moment, Jia Liangping completely understood what was going on. He knocked on the door vigorously with horror on his face. The door seemed to be locked. He goes out.

But there was still no movement outside the house.