Chapter 547 Reason

This is the first time Lu Mingfei has seen the measurements on someone's shoulders displayed in the form of question marks. If he remembers well, the last "person" like this was one he met in his dream. Is that person a ghost? It's hard to say that a formal little boy has given himself this ability.

If we follow the original words of the little boy, when a target is completely different from Lu Mingfei, the data of the target will be invisible to Lu Mingfei and will exist in the form of a question mark. , that is to say, Lu Mingfei has no chance to defeat or kill the opponent, and all kinds of cleverness or strategies are just clumsy jokes in front of the opponent.

Even Lu Mingfei, CK's superhuman attribute, can clearly see it, but now the man in the white tail feather mask at the window table can only barely see a special ability, just a special ability. Lu Mingfei was shocked by his ability. If someone else had a power called "Yan Ling", it would have been extremely powerful in Lu Mingfei's opinion. But what is the situation with this man? This guy is a total speaker. Spiritual? And what are the other completely incomprehensible skills besides the spirit of speech?

Dragon Bone State, Violent Blood, and Spiritual Domain, these skills are so annoying at first sight, and the skills are divided into levels using Roman numerals, which makes Lu Mingfei stunned for a while. The most outrageous thing is that in the end, he still There are word spirits that the question mark cannot observe. Is this because these word spirits are not at a level that he can spy on, or is there some other reason? Lu Mingfei didn't know clearly, but he knew after seeing the ellipsis after everything. If it were placed in an RPG game, he would probably meet the big boss right after leaving the novice village.

"Friend, what's wrong with you?" The British-style man at the table seemed to notice Lu Mingfei's momentary sluggishness and trembling. Even if he slightly concealed the huge shock and disbelief, there were still a few traces of it. The appropriate metaphor is that he seemed to have seen a ghost. Likewise, with his extraordinary observation skills, it was difficult for him not to notice this detail.

"I, I, it's nothing." Lu Mingfei forced himself not to show a sad face, lowered his head and calmed down. Anyone who found himself sitting on the edge of the crater would be as confused as him, not to mention he still knew that the press conference would start soon. Most of the time, some unexpected situations will happen. CK's previous assurance that they would not be in any danger is just nonsense.

Su Xiaoqiang didn't notice Lu Mingfei's mental activities at the table. She sat calmly and naturally on the table holding her own juice. Her eyes wandered to the front of the hall near the front booth, but it was a pity for everyone who entered the room. Opportunity put on a mask, and after sitting down, it was impossible to see what was going on because their bodies were blocked by each other. After observing for a while, she gave up with some disappointment.

From time to time, the hall was filled up. Not to mention that the seats were full, there were still many empty seats. It seemed that the organizer did not have a golden reputation. When the invitation was sent out, many people thought it was a joke or a prank and ignored it. The organizer There is no second attempt to invite or find other people to fill these positions. It seems that the current group of people is enough for them to achieve what they want.

Amidst the commotion and discussion, a brief conversation inevitably started on the table in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The first person to speak was an old man with white hair who was far away from the window.

"I'm curious, do any of the friends here know why you're here today?" He asked in a calm tone. His voice was slightly old but not hoarse. Instead, it carried a strong affinity, even wearing a mask. The loose lips and mottled skin of the old gentleman cannot be concealed. The purple mask reveals two sharp and profound eyes. A handmade suit makes the old bones look as straight as a young man. Every strand of hair is combed. It must be neat and tidy, and it is a rare old-school gentleman.

After saying this, except for the man in the white tail-feather mask, the other two men and one woman at the table slightly raised their heads and glanced at the old gentleman without saying anything. After a while, one of them, wearing a plaid tie and a neatly oiled hair, glanced at him. The man who is also a successful person said, "I heard that an epoch-making product is going to appear tonight. As a businessman, you should take a look in advance with your curiosity and professional ethics."

"He seems to be a man with ambitious vision and a busy schedule, but the organizer didn't even announce the details and usage of the product in this press conference, right?" the old gentleman asked.

"But everyone is still here, whether it's you or me." The greasy-headed man answered with a smile.

"The accent sounds like you're not from here?"

"You sound like you're not from here either."

"Then I guess at least two of the other three friends at the table came from other places. I don't know what the reason is that makes you travel long distances to come to this little-known small city to attend such a launch. Yes?" The old gentleman raised his hand and put it on the table. His old but well-joined fingers gently tapped the table.

"Business secrets." A man in formal attire at the table, who kept his head lowered and observed the surrounding situation from time to time, cut off communication with a low voice.

"." The only woman at the table, wearing a blue and white porcelain fishtail evening gown, glanced between the old gentleman and the oily man. She did not choose to join in the chat. She wore white silk gloves on her hands at the table. Next, he gently rubbed his slender fingers, and his eyes were inadvertently placed on the man, or rather the boy, standing by the window not far away.

The woman probably had a lot of experience in looking at people due to professional reasons. Just based on her skeleton and half of her face, she concluded that this guest was no more than 20 years old. He was one of the youngest people at the table and even in the entire hall, and he What we are doing now is also what typical young people do.

Faced with the conversation between the old gentleman and the greasy-haired man, the boy took out a pair of white headphones and put them on. He leaned against the window and looked at the night scene outside. He had no desire to socialize or etiquette.

The other four people on the table didn't say anything about his action. Since the other party chose to quit the chat stage, they didn't need to deliberately provoke others. After all, the people who can come to this press conference tonight are all well-established. No one wants to offend anyone easily.

"It seems that everyone has their own reasons." The old gentleman took another look at the boy who was listening to the song on headphones and nodded. "I just want to see if I can exchange information with you before the press conference starts and see if I can Are some of the organizer’s predictions correct this time?”

"Do you know who the organizer is?" the oily man asked.

"Unfortunately, I don't know. I also tried to investigate, but rarely found anything. But even so, I still came here." The old gentleman gently pressed the fingers of his right hand with his left hand. He glanced at the four guests on the table and said, "After all, apart from the invitation letter, the organizer has given each of us reasons why we cannot refuse this conference."

Except for the boy wearing headphones, the other three guests had different expressions when they heard this sentence. After observing this, the old gentleman took another look at the boy who had no reaction, then withdrew his gaze and continued, "If I guessed correctly, If so, have you all encountered at least one unusual phenomenon in the past six months?"

Not so normal phenomenon.

The wording was very ambiguous, but some different scenes and events emerged in the minds of everyone at the table. When the old gentleman saw their appearance, he nodded lightly and said, "It seems that they are all, but for the people you met I'm actually quite curious about the abnormal phenomenon, and I wonder if we can get to know the organizer before they reveal the mystery?"

"What do you want to do?" The slightly taciturn man who had been observing the surroundings at the table spoke up. It seemed that the old gentleman was not the only one who was interested in the mysterious organizer.

“I have reason to believe that everyone here is a rare leading elite in their respective industries, and there must be a very similar and particularly shocking reason for attracting so many elites, an invitation. It is absolutely impossible for me to do this. Everyone knows this truth." The old gentleman pointed his finger at the table, "Then let me make it clear. If my guess is right, everyone is because of some 'accidents' or I came to this city because of what I heard."

"Why don't you tell me your 'experience' first?" said the woman in the fishtail evening gown.

"If this can help you open up a conversation and exchange information, I don't mind being an excuse." The old gentleman nodded lightly, and then began to tell a brief and bizarre story.

“I wonder what you think of ‘Xiaoyang’?”

"Xiaoyang?" the oily man asked.

"Monsters in the mountains, "Huainanzi·Fan Lun Xun" records that "Xiaoyang emerges from the mountain", "Xiaoyang" is also a mountain spirit. It is human-shaped, grown up, with a black face, hair on the body, feet turned on its heels, and smiles when it sees people .'" said the woman in the fishtail evening gown.

"Mountain spirit?" the greasy-headed man said, "Does this refer to the mountain spirit in mythology?"

"A kind of monster in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas"." The woman said, "It seems that someone has encountered something from the myth."

"It doesn't matter. If he is Shinhwa, then it seems that Shinhwa will be killed by bullets." The old gentleman smiled and said, "Three months ago, some of my friends claimed to have been attacked while transporting a batch of goods. Almost all of the team that brought goods died in the jungle of Myanmar. When other people came to collect the bodies, they found that there were not many messy footprints at the scene, only the disemboweled dead people, with a large amount of internal organs and flesh and blood missing. Was he attacked by some ferocious beast?”

"I heard that Bengal tigers are active in the tropical rain forests of Myanmar, but since you mentioned 'business' and 'goods', it seems that ordinary beasts cannot cause this tragedy. Do you really think it is the so-called "Book of Mountains and Seas" "The monster in "attacked your business?" the greasy-headed man asked, rubbing his thumb gently on the side of his index finger.

"I can't help but think so." The old gentleman shrugged, "After all, my people caught the things that attacked us and the people who transported that batch of goods were 'almost' all dead, not all dead."

"Are there survivors?"

"That's right." The old gentleman paused and nodded slowly, "That's the oldest foreign veteran in the team. He spent three years in Afghanistan and one year in Kosovo, and did a lot of work. Finally, he was killed in a diamond factory in Africa. I bought it from someone and worked for me in Myanmar for two years. He has rich experience in surviving in extreme environments and is considered the best warrior I have ever seen. He was the only survivor of that attack."

"According to his description, the attack occurred between five and six o'clock in the evening. The enemy was very cunning and chose a time when there was no contact between morning and dusk. He started to attack when everyone's vigilance was at its lowest. First of all, Dragging away the two sentry men, they dragged them into the forest and first attacked to tear open their vocal cords, then disemboweled them, then went around to the tent area behind the camp and visited them one by one, boldly like "

"It's like eating a buffet in the jungle." The taciturn man said, "Your men fired empty guns the first time?"

"No, it hit." said the old gentleman. "My soldier arrived first and fired, but unfortunately he wore armor and the bullet could not penetrate his armor. He was provoked. , before the cheese sandwich formed between the two buns, it crossed a distance of five meters and knocked away three adult males, then rushed into the jungle and disappeared."

"Armor? What kind of thing can wear armor and leap five meters to avoid the encirclement that is forming?" said the greasy-headed man.

"Who knows, the nightmare gradually started after the first attack. The attackers completely targeted the team as if they were provoked by that shot. People began to be dragged into the jungle one after another. When you were relaxed, In an instant, a black shadow will rush towards you, snatch you into the depths of the jungle and disembowel you. Bullets have little effect on him, and will be blocked by the armor he wears. In the jungle, his short-distance running speed is no more than that of a cheetah. The difference was that no one could clearly see his running movements. And according to survivors, the attacker seemed to have a strong sense of revenge. Every subsequent attack in the jungle, the attacker would deliberately not damage the victim. The vocal cords allowed the team to listen from a distance to the screams of the victim whose abdomen was torn open while he was still alive until death." The old gentleman said calmly.

"What did the last survivor look like when he saw the murderer who attacked your team?" the woman paused and asked.

"No, he caught the murderer and brought us the body." The old gentleman closed his fingers slightly and gave an astonishing answer.

"Caught?" Everyone at the table was obviously startled. The boy wearing headphones turned to look at the old gentleman, who also smiled and nodded politely at him, "Yes, I caught it. The soldier was very smart. When there were only the last two people left in the team, he had already noticed the attacker's revengeful mentality and the almost perverted and twisted bloodthirsty mentality. He checked all the corpses and found that every corpse was missing. "Whoever the attacker was had a history of feeding on these victims."

When talking about eating behavior, the old gentleman glanced at the four people on the table, but found that no one's face changed even a little bit. He nodded and continued, "So he chose to use the remaining one as bait, forcing A plastic bomb that was detonated at a fixed point was sewn into his stomach. When he had a high fever and was weak, the attackers kidnapped him. The same time, the attackers still chose not to tear out the victim's vocal cords. My The soldier knew that the attacker had the habit of eating prey, so when the victim screamed the loudest, that is when the attacker put his face closest to the victim's abdomen. At this time, he did not hesitate to detonate and was already ready. The bomb."

"I would do this to survive, so was the 'mountain spirit' killed by the explosion?" said the taciturn man.

"He was shot. When my soldiers followed the fire and smoke of the explosion, they found that the attacker lying on the ground was not dead. The explosion was so powerful that it could blow through the cave and even the corpse was blown to pieces. The veneer was It was still alive after being hit by an explosion, but it looked much miserable, and my soldiers immediately shot a bunch of bullets into it and smashed his heart."

"He should take the lead." The boy wearing headphones on the table suddenly spoke calmly.

The old gentleman looked at the boy and was silent for a moment and then nodded and said, "Yes, Floyd's bullet should have started in the head. After all, no one would have thought that a creature with its chest smashed could bite him back before it died. Half of his shoulder was ripped off.”

"It's not a fatal injury. If the bleeding is stopped, even if it can be saved, if your soldiers stay on the battlefield for more than a year, they will be exposed to some battlefield first aid methods." The taciturn man said.

"He controlled the bleeding but not the poisoning." said the old gentleman. "It was a very troublesome and fatal chronic poison. Floyd persisted until rescue arrived, but unfortunately he did not survive the poisoning attack. , the only thing left at the scene was the story he dictated and a corpse.”

"What does a 'mountain spirit' look like?" the woman asked.

"This is the most surprising part of this story for me," the old gentleman said. "No matter how many times I tell or recall it, I will still be surprised, because the body that the rescue team brought back by helicopter at that time was not any kind of beast that I knew. .but a woman from Southeast Asia. And it was then that I realized that the attacker’s armor that blocked Floyd’s bullet was not armor at all, but layers of fine scales that grew all over the woman’s body, and her face was not It’s not scary, it can even be said to be delicate, but unfortunately the teeth under her lips are sharper than knives. We dissected her and found that her internal structure is almost the same as that of humans, but there is a huge difference in the number of bones.”

"Her bone density is five times that of normal people, and her muscle strength and joint fascia toughness are all beyond normal levels. This means that her speed and strength can easily exceed the limits of the peak human beings in the Olympics. If she hadn't lost her With her sanity, she can be the strongest predator in the jungle and the strongest warrior in the war." The old gentleman said, "I was really sorry that Floyd killed her at that time. If I had a choice, I hope to die. The one I prefer is Freud, because I am willing to spend several times the time to go to the jungle to capture such a living creature to study or tame."

"You are here because you suddenly saw hope again after losing the opportunity." The greasy-headed man said.

"Yes." The old gentleman nodded, "We studied her almost completely but got nothing. In the end, we naturally cut open her internal organs to study her digestive function. After all, she almost studied our entire body. After the team 'ate', she must have a different digestive structure, so guess what we found in her stomach?"

No one guessed, because the old gentleman had already put the thing on the table.

A beautiful syringe.

"And you received the invitation," the woman said, looking at the syringe.

"Then I received the invitation letter. I have no reason to refuse the invitation." The old gentleman, an arms and drug lord from Myanmar, said calmly, "At the same time, I am also curious whether the reason why you come here is the same as mine, which is full of weirdness and bizarreness. , and I hope everyone can share it."