Chapter 548 Guess

"Is this a threat?" The oily man on the table looked up thoughtfully at the old gentleman who had been looking at the other four people for a long time. He put his right hand down from the table. The other four people all had different reactions.

When the old gentleman heard this, he immediately waved his hand gently, "Of course, please don't get me wrong. This is a formal occasion. I guess everyone is a respectable person. I'm just a businessman and I won't make enemies easily."

"A businessman who transports goods in the jungles of Myanmar." The oily man cracked his knuckles and smiled.

"So what? My business is in Myanmar, I can't see it coming to the coast?" The old gentleman also smiled, "There are many people who are better than me. I can sell my face on the border. But I’m afraid I can’t sell it now. If I say I want to scare everyone, then I guess this friend will be the first to attack me, right?”

The person he was looking at was a gloomy man. At this time, the man's hands were under the table, making it difficult to see what he was doing. The oily man glanced at him and said, "After all, there is no strict physical examination at this press conference." Here’s the link.”

Several eyes drifted to the white earphones in the ears of the boy wearing earphones. It seemed that the end of the earphones was also connected to a mobile phone or MP3 player. They did not go through any metal detectors when entering this hall, so only they knew what they were carrying.

"But there are many surveillance cameras, not only in the hall, but also in the corridors along the road. How many surveillance cameras are there in this high tower?" the old gentleman said.

"The story is very interesting." The taciturn and gloomy man spoke at this time, looked at the old gentleman and said, "So from your story, you came here spontaneously and were not coerced by anything."

"Of course it's spontaneous. If I don't leave my stronghold, no one can coerce me." The old gentleman nodded matter-of-factly, "According to your words, my friend, you didn't come here voluntarily?"

The gloomy man glanced at the old gentleman and then at the others. His eyes mainly stayed on the boy wearing headphones, but the other person didn't look at him at all. He kept sitting on the back of the chair with his hands folded, either looking at other places in a trance or occasionally Divert your attention to the table chat and chime in for a moment or two.

"I received a designated commission at the hotel half a month ago." The gloomy man finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse, probably because he had been injured, which gave the story he told a dark filter, "The content of the commission is The head of a guest in the presidential guest room of a star hotel.”

"Hotel, designated entrustment, head." The old gentleman suddenly raised his head with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Are you the killer of the 'Universal Hotel'?"

"Wow." The greasy-headed man opened his mouth and sighed softly.

Seeing the gloomy man nodding in recognition, the old gentleman looked up and down with interest, wearing a mask to cover his face, "I have contacted people from 'hotels' before, and I also thought about hiring workers directly from there, but it's a pity. People in your 'hotel' only accept short-term jobs, and long-term assignments are not even allowed to be posted."

"The Sky Eye era is taking shape, and the work of the 'hotel' is not so easy to do. With the elimination of the good and the bad, personnel are somewhat scarce. Naturally, external forces are not allowed to tap floating talents." The gloomy man whispered, "People in our line of work are not Not many, maybe there were once more, but at least when I entered the industry, there were already fewer people, and they should be almost dead. Those who can continue to live and be remembered are the elite of the elite."

"Have you ever heard of 'boogeyman'?" the boy wearing white headphones suddenly asked.

"Night Devil? It's hard not to have heard of him. He is a truly top legendary figure in the industry. Unfortunately, he seems to have withdrawn from the industry. No one has seen him take on tasks again." The gloomy man looked at the boy, and others also looked at him. Originally, Some people thought that this boy actually didn't understand and was considered an "outsider", but they didn't expect that the other person would name a name that few people knew as soon as he opened his mouth.

But after asking about this topic, the boy stopped talking and continued to wear his headphones and looked away. The gloomy man looked at him very meaningfully and continued, "Global Hotel can be designated for entrustment. The slang is 'Hammer' and 'nail', those of us who make 'hammers' only need to know the price and sales location of the 'nail', and when a 'nail' is stubbornly stuck there countless times, the price of the 'hammer' will It will increase, and naturally my commission came from this, and his price was so high that I couldn’t refuse.”

"So you hit a ghost?" the oily man asked.

"Absolutely." The gloomy man said, "But the first person to see a ghost was not me, but the 'bait' I threw out, a female special service provider. Specifically, she was the one who hit the ghost, and she also You are indeed feeding ghosts with your body.”

"I thought every killer was holding a potted plant and wearing sunglasses." The woman in the fishtail evening gown said nonchalantly, not looking too comfortable with the gloomy man's approach.

"Killing is the goal, and firearms are not necessary to achieve the goal." The old gentleman seemed to know this business well and said with a smile, "When you hired a prostitute, did you plan to use poison? This can eliminate the fundamental suspicion. No need to show up on security cameras.”

"I investigated the entry and exit habits of the people in the presidential suite in advance, but unfortunately he has not been in or out for three full days since he checked in. Room service was refused, and meals and drinks were all handled in the room. I only knew that my target was a male, but I don't have a chance to do it, so I can only let others do it for me." The gloomy man said calmly, "The women I found are the best batch of service providers. No normal man will refuse her. I have told her in advance She poisoned her, gave her a room key she got from housekeeping, told her to do what she had to do, and waited for her to come in to monitor the room next door."

"You probably didn't hear what you wanted to hear." The old gentleman said, probably guessing the ending.

"It was like throwing meat into a grinder." The gloomy man whispered. "She didn't even have time to scream. There was only a violent impact and the sound of bones breaking, and then there was the sound of biting."

"The things in the room are not people." The greasy-headed man said.

"The thing I want to kill is not a human. In fact, at first I thought the target was a beast or something." The gloomy man said, "But no matter whether that guy is a human or not, at least my poison is useful to him. The original body fluid exchange effect It was even close, but no one expected that thing would actually eat a person, which almost killed him."

"What kind of poison did you give?" the woman asked.

"It's hard to imagine that a lady would be interested in this." The old gentleman smiled and said, and the woman ignored him.

The gloomy man did not answer the woman in the fishtail evening dress. He continued, "To be on the safe side, I pointed the silenced pistol at the most noisy part of the compartment and emptied three magazines. When I left the box, there was no more movement in the room opposite."

"You killed him by yourself!" Although he guessed the result, the old gentleman still slightly expressed his surprise.

"No, I said it from the beginning, I was just lucky." The gloomy man rejected this statement, "I opened the door of the compartment to check, and only found four or five corpses with a lot of meat missing. I checked The corpses were found. These people were all my colleagues. They were ranked ahead of me in terms of mission completion rate. They had bite marks all over their bodies, but there were also wounds left from the battle. There were no less than five killers before me. I went through this room and fought with this monster. They were all elites among the elite, but unfortunately they couldn't get out alive. The monster was already bruised and bruised when I came here, but when I found him in the bedroom, he was still alive. He was still breathing, but the bullets from three magazines and the deadly poison almost made him dying. I finally had to use the hotel's fire ax to completely kill him. The edge of the ax shattered and I was able to chop off his neck. bone"

"What does he look like?" the woman asked.

The gloomy man glanced at the old gentleman and said, "Maybe this friend has already described what I saw."

"Sharp teeth, sharp claws, twisted biological structures, wild and ferocious, full of dark aesthetics. If this kind of thing can be put on the big screen, then they must be better than "" designed by H.R. Giger and shot by Cameron. "Alien" is a great masterpiece." The old gentleman gently pressed his fingers on the side of his face and said.

"If he met me head-on in a narrow place, he would definitely die, but luckily he still died in my hands." The gloomy man said, "I took photos and went back to the hotel, and the person in charge of the hotel told me again and again. After confirming that this was the head of the deceased and not a prop from a science fiction movie, I uploaded it to the client and the other party happily settled my mission reward, and the mission reward came with an invitation letter and a document. And that document led me to sit here now."

"document?"

"A document about the mission target." The gloomy man said calmly, "My mission target was not a monster at the beginning, but a person, one of my colleagues. We even had contacts because of the mission before, but when we met again, he It has changed its appearance. The employer left a message saying: Anyone who can solve it has good skills anyway, right? But I guess you are not the first to accept this task. In this task, he is the one being hunted. You are killers, but what will happen if one day the positions are reversed and he becomes the killer and you become the prey?"

"Perhaps all the killers will lose their jobs?" said the old gentleman.

"Then why are you here? Pure curiosity? Or are you worried that you are really unemployed like in the message?" asked the woman in a fishtail evening gown.

The gloomy man paused and looked at the woman and said calmly, "Why can't I be so worried?"

"A monster is just a monster, it can't be a killer."

"No, ma'am, you are wrong," said the old gentleman. "You have ignored an important and hidden message, which is that if the monster is the same as the one I met in the jungle of Myanmar, then it only belongs to a presidential suite. The door couldn't close him, but the monster actually waited quietly in the room for a long time, only relying on the killers who came to the door to satisfy its hunger, and never rushed out of the room to massacre in the hotel. Do you think this means? What are you wearing?"

The woman was startled and raised her head as if she wanted to say something, but then she shuddered quietly and lowered her head without saying anything.

The greasy-headed man pinched his fingers and glanced at the old gentleman and then at him, "Drug lords, killers, the identities of our friends at this table are quite interesting. I originally thought they would receive invitations. They should all be entrepreneurs or CEOs of consortia. What about you, this lady? I’m curious as to what capacity you have sitting here?”

The woman who realized that she was being focused on by all the eyes slightly raised her head, looked at the oily man and said, "I don't have a particularly interesting identity, I'm just a doctor."

"Doctor? Then what strange thing happened to you?"

"Nothing particularly interesting."

"Let's talk about it, I think the organizer has a deep meaning in inviting all kinds of weird people like us to attend this conference. As of now, a drug lord and a killer, they all seem to have attended this conference. Reasons and qualifications, but Miss, you said you are a doctor, isn’t that a bit intriguing?” The greasy-headed man said, “Why would a doctor come here? Is it pure curiosity or some other reason?”

"Or if you tell your story first, I will be willing to tell you why I came here." The woman said.

"My story?" The greasy-headed man scratched the back of his head gently and glanced at the old gentleman and the gloomy man. "I feel like as soon as I start, these two friends will take out the things hidden in their waists and aim them. me."

"Oh? Does this mean you are a policeman?" The old gentleman glanced at the greasy man in surprise.

The greasy-headed man nodded. The gloomy man beside him didn't react much. He sat quietly on the table and looked away. The old drug lord was stunned for a moment and just shook his head and smiled, making a gesture of listening.

"My story is not particularly interesting like this lady's." The greasy-headed man said, "While investigating the case, I encountered a serial dismemberment murderer who was carrying out a siege in an unfinished building. My colleagues followed one after another. The whole thing was dead, and I was the only one left in the end. I used the corpse of my colleague as bait and used a grenade to blow up the murderer to pieces. After I reported the matter intact, what I got was a revocation of my job and an appointment with a psychiatrist. Then I accepted it. The invitation has arrived.”

"Although it is short, it seems to be a thrilling story." The old gentleman sighed, "It seems that everyone has seen or killed a 'monster' with his own hands. If Floyd was not poisoned and died, maybe he would invite The letter will go to his hands instead of mine."

"Then this lady also personally gave away a monster?" The greasy-headed man looked at the woman in surprise.

The woman was silent for a moment and then nodded slightly. The old gentleman killed the monster as a soldier's subordinate, while the greasy man and the gloomy man were both policemen and killers, and they were both elite leaders in the industry. So why should the woman be a doctor? Can it kill monsters?

"At that time, an addict came to my clinic and begged me to save her." The woman looked at everyone's eyes and finally spoke after being silent for a while. "He said he didn't know whether he had overdosed on drugs or if he hadn't touched it for too long. The drug had a withdrawal reaction, and in short he said he felt very bad and his body was deteriorating little by little, and he asked me to save him.”

"Does the doctor break the Hippocratic Oath?" the oily man asked.

"I didn't, so I was ready to send him to a big hospital for treatment." The woman nodded, "But he didn't want to do that, so he knocked me unconscious, locked the door of the clinic, and forced me to treat him in the clinic. "

"What an unexpected development." The old gentleman raised his eyebrows. "Are you the victim in this incident?"

The woman glanced at him and said softly, "Those seven days were like a nightmare to me. For seven days, I watched his body on the table deteriorate step by step. The first thing to deteriorate was the fluid in his body, black bile and yellow bile. , blood and mucus, all kinds of fluids in the body began to become thick and dark, and the whole clinic was filled with a rotten smell."

"At first, he said he felt like something was crawling in his body, and that his blood had its own consciousness and came to life, so he started to bleed his own blood like an obsession. While doing so, he said he was in so much pain and asked me to help him. Help him and I realized then that something terrible had happened to him.”

"Actually, he was already incapacitated at that time. I could escape at any time if I wanted to, but I still chose to stay and give him a blood transfusion. I found that no matter what blood type it was, he would not reject it, but it would get worse in the end. The black liquid circulated in his body, and this blackening gradually spread from the blood to his whole body, and then tiny fuzz began to appear on his body surface." The woman shuddered slightly, "Those fuzz are very hard, I tried to pull them off, but when I moved the man, he screamed heartbreakingly in pain. I really had no choice but to let him grow. After the blood transfusion, there was nothing I could do but give it to him. With glucose injection, his original self-inflicted wounds recovered several times faster than ordinary people. After stopping the bleeding and replenishing nutrients, the fuzz began to grow exponentially until it covered his whole body. Only then did I realize that it was not fuzz but scales. .”

"It's settled," said the old gentleman.

"I asked him what kind of drugs he had used. His consciousness was very blurred at that time, and he was unwilling to tell me what he had used to cause this appearance. He only begged me to say that his hands and feet were itchy. I was cutting his nails. Only then did I realize that the nails on his hands and feet had turned black, as hard as a scalpel and were growing longer. I used a scalpel to grind off his nails, and he said that his teeth It hurt so much that I had to pull them all out."

The woman whispered, and a picture appeared in the minds of everyone at the table. In a clinic with dim lights and foul smell, a man who gradually transformed into a man with black scales lay on the table and kept wailing and hissing. , the trembling female doctor used a vise to pull out the man's teeth one by one. What came out with each tear was not blood but pitch black mud.

"He should be dead by the end of the story, otherwise you wouldn't be alive sitting with us." The gloomy man said.

"Later, he said that he could no longer control himself. He said that he saw hallucinations and that someone wanted to hurt him. He did almost break free a few times and grabbed my arm, so he asked me to saw off his arm. He said he felt like there was a fire burning in his stomach and asked me to pour water into his stomach. After a while, he said his eyes hurt and asked me to dig out his eyes." The woman said, "I injected him with medical morphine and sedatives. He was given aspirin, eperisone hydrochloride, and paroxetine, but these drugs had minimal effect. Until finally he said he didn’t want to be alive anymore and asked me to kill him.”

"How did you kill him? The killer's friend chopped up a fire axe. There shouldn't be anything sharper than a scalpel in your clinic at that time, right?"

"I injected 1,500 milliliters of air into his veins."

The others at the table were silent. The thing more deadly than poison is naturally air. If more than a liter of air is injected into the veins, any normal creature will die from air embolism.

"At the end, he confessed that he shouldn't have listened to his friends and injected that new type of drug. I asked him what it looked like, and he handed me an empty syringe." The woman said softly.

"Wonderful story." The old gentleman applauded after being silent for a while. "At this point in the story, you received an invitation letter, so you decided to explore the truth and came here alone."

"A drug lord, a killer, a policeman and a doctor, and" he looked at the boy not far away who didn't join the conversation much.

"Student." The boy said unexpectedly.

"Students? Isn't this more interesting." The old gentleman, who was also a drug lord, smiled and said, "The organizer's choice of direction for inviting guests is really without taboos! Doesn't this make people curious about what the organizer's idea is to bring the guests to this place? Are we gathering on top of this tower?"

"Does this still need to be guessed?" the greasy-headed man, who was also the policeman, asked.

"The key to the birth of the monster is the drug in the syringe. The focus of the organizer's press conference is probably that these drugs are correct, but I still have a little doubt." The drug lord said, "If I were the organizer, I would Selling a potion that can turn people into monsters will definitely not use this method to recruit buyers and put buyers in the fear of the finished monster to arouse interest? This method may sound reasonable at first, but in fact it is fundamentally It has no redeeming qualities. On the contrary, it is extremely ridiculous. Apart from me, none of you here seem to be potential buyers. To you, the potion is just a weird and novel product. You have no need or desire to buy it at all. But the organizer still sends the invitation letter to you.”

"Do you think this press conference has other meanings?" the killer asked.

"I don't know." The drug lord squinted and looked deep into the hall, at the empty podium and the hidden monitors hanging in every corner of the hall. "These doubts were gradually revealed after everyone was willing to share their stories. What I found is that the answer to what the organizers want to do can only be answered by waiting for them to come forward and speak out."

"A potion that can turn people into monsters? Is there a market for such a thing?" the policeman asked.

"If it is in a war zone, the market will not only be there but also very large, especially as Mr. Killer's story also mentions that the organizer seems to have the means to control these monsters, then his value will increase countless times. He is truly strategic. "It means." The drug lord said, "Not only me, but also some of my 'friends' will be extremely interested in this product. But the problem is that the organizer's invitation direction for this conference seems to be more complicated than I imagined. It’s a lot weirder.”

"There is another friend who hasn't told his story. Maybe we can get the answer from his story?" The drug lord turned to look at the boy by the window who had been listening and paddling during the chat. The killer who was silent at the beginning, perhaps he can truly bear the description of being taciturn.

"I don't have any stories." The boy glanced at the drug lord, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head and said, "I am. But after listening to your stories, I gradually became interested in this press conference. It seems that today The evening won’t be as boring as I imagined.”

"What do you mean?" The doctor looked at the boy and asked softly, "Did you guess what?"

The boy didn't even look at the doctor, but turned to look at the ubiquitous cameras in the corner of the hall and said, "I did guess something, but I hope I guessed wrong, otherwise tonight's events will not only not be boring, but It can even get really bad.”

After he finished speaking, before anyone else at the table had time to understand, the door to the hall suddenly closed with a bang. All the guests at the round table in the hall stopped whispering, and countless eyes focused in the silence. On the side of the podium.

There, a short woman, less than 1.5 meters tall and wearing a white formal suit, walked slowly to the podium. It seemed that she stepped on something that allowed her to successfully stick her head out in front of the podium.

No one in the hall laughed at her, because everyone realized that this woman represented the organizer, and the role the organizer played in each of their stories left a profound and eerie impression on them.

The short woman stood in front of the podium and glanced around. Her eyes did not stop at any of the guests at any table. After watching the ceremony in a "defiant" manner, she gently nodded and leaned into the microphone and said, "Good evening, gentlemen."

ps: Two in one, a good plot must have good foreshadowing, so I hope you don’t rush