Six Hundred and Forty-Six 4 Eye Handover

buzz buzz.

buzz buzz.

The mobile phone in the pocket of his trousers vibrated, interrupting the divergent thinking in his mind. Fox was able to notice it immediately. He didn't think too much, and directly connected to the phone with two purposes——

For the job of paparazzi, they need to keep the information flowing 24 hours a day, because breaking news may appear anytime and anywhere.

If they want to grab exclusives, if they want to race against time, if they want to spread their network throughout the circle, they must be ready at all times, even if they are working at this time.

Is multitasking a common advanced skill for paparazzi?

What's more, at this moment, the thoughts that are so open to the brain can't stop the car at all, Fox also needs a little external force to interrupt forcibly, which is also a good thing.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the caller ID, an unfamiliar number, but Fox was not surprised at all. Many informants have phone numbers like this. If you want to collect information, you must spread your phone number widely, and then Continuously filter the information you harvest.

"Hey. Talk."

Fox looked at the camera lens again, clamped the phone between his cheeks and shoulders, and said concisely, and then Ronan turned his head and looked over in the camera, with a familiar smile still on the corner of his mouth , the bright eyes met his four eyes accurately.

The close proximity made Fox's heart skip a beat—not throbbing, but frightening.

"Good morning, is Mr. Ben Fox over there?"

There was a clear and bright voice on the other end of the phone, which could make people feel comfortable just through the transmission of radio waves, but before Fox could respond, his heart missed another beat, because Ronan seemed to be watching in the camera lens. Looking at himself, showing a smile to the camera, and waving.

"Damn it!"

"To hell with hell."

Fox muttered, cursed inwardly, retracted in a hurry, and hid his body behind the vehicle, but because of his panic, the phone fell directly to the ground—fortunately, Fox was in a half-squat, and his shoulders The vertical distance from the ground is not high and the phone should be fine.

Snapped.

However, Fox felt that it was not only the sound of the phone falling, but also the sound of his own mind breaking, and his hands shook uncontrollably.

Picking up the phone in a panic, Fuchs still couldn't understand what was going on in his mind, what happened?

A bit wicked.

But at this time, Fox didn't have time to think about it. Reflexively put the phone back to his ear, and said with a slightly heavy breath, "Yes, this is Ben Fox talking."

"Mr. Fox, this is Ronan Cooper..."

Before the other end of the phone could finish speaking, Fox let out a strange cry, "Ah", and then threw the phone out like a hot potato.

What?

who?

what happened?

ah!

Fox seemed to be answering the call from "Midnight Ring", except that this time, "Sadako" didn't crawl out from the TV, but from the other end of the phone. His eyes were full of fear, and he panicked. Looking at his mobile phone, his pupils trembled violently, not understanding what happened.

Ronan? Which Ronan? Why Ronan? How could it be Ronan? What exactly is going on? How the hell did it happen? Is it a prank? Who is playing a prank? However, the timing of the prank is too weird? But if it's not a prank, is it really a ghost?

Such pranks are not funny at all! No! good! laugh!

buzz buzz.

buzz buzz.

The phone started to vibrate again, like a dead fish jumping on the lawn, but it was not known whether it was dying or resurrected. It seemed that the call just now was hung up, and now a brand new call came in.

what to do?

Fox hesitated for a moment, his thoughts drifted into nothingness, and he was stunned for a moment, but he still took a deep breath, mustered up the courage, crawled over with hands and feet, picked up the phone, and connected it again.

It's still an unfamiliar number, and it looks a little familiar - it should be the same number from just now.

"Who the hell?" Fox preemptively yelled at the phone.

"Hello, this is Ronan Cooper."

The voice came from the receiver again, showing a faint smile, but such a bright and warm voice made Goosebumps appear on Fox's spine. I'm afraid receiving a call from hell is not so exaggerated. Fox's eyebrows Frowning completely, "This isn't funny at all."

"Exactly, I didn't mean to be funny. I am indeed Ronan Cooper. If you don't believe me, you can look at your camera lens."

The other party's words were always unhurried and unhurried, but Fox gradually froze in place, unable to move——

What if... what if it's true? However, what else can be done? What should he do now? The whole scalp is numb, what should I do?

turn around. turn around.

The remaining rationality in his mind issued an order, but his body was stiff and motionless, lest he would see the Grim Reaper holding a scythe when he turned around.

Damn it! hell!

Fox just felt that he was going to be unable to breathe. Inexplicably, Fox thought of Justin Dalton.

He didn't know Justin Dalton, hadn't dealt with him, he was a complete stranger, but at the midnight party, the young paparazzi missed the million-dollar scoop, Fox was definitely impressed Deep down, he and all his peers generally complain about the guy's stupidity.

But now, Fox couldn't help but wonder: Maybe maybe roughly maybe maybe guessing... Is there a slight chance that Justin Dalton missed the breaking news not because of his stupidity or innocence, but because of... Ronan?

Thinking of this, goosebumps ran all the way from the soles of the feet to the head. Obviously the whole person was already stiff to the extreme, but the brain hole was still wide open and the thoughts continued to diverge. Quadriplegic in fright.

Today, too?

His every move is all in Ronan's calculations? I just stepped into Ronan's trap because I thought I was smart? Then he was sold and still complacently helping Ronan count the money? At the beginning, I laughed at Justin Dalton for being too naive, confidently thinking that I could easily gain the upper hand against Ronan, but now I thought I was in control of the overall situation but was easily overthrown.

The hunter thought that the prey was already in his bag, but he didn't expect that the prey had already laid a net without knowing it, and the positions of the hunter and the prey had already been reversed. After all, who is the fool?

Fox wanted to cry, but there were no tears, and he froze in place.

what to do?

Run away? But what is going on?

The curiosity in his mind popped up again, and Fox couldn't help but shudder—his own thoughts are really too dangerous!