Chapter 169 Can’t Come Out

Regarding the background of Yiyuan, it seems that no more questions can be asked.

Although Yiyuan said he would answer everything he could, it turned out that many questions were cunningly avoided by him.

Regarding why there are three Yiyuan, why Yiyuan seems more humane than other bosses, why the one who hides the deepest wants to see Zheng Xun, and where is he at this time.

What is the relationship between Zheng Xun and Linxun Mansion? When were the photos in the album taken? Is the boy who looks exactly like him actually himself? If not, who is this boy?

None answered.

At the end of Zheng Xun's question, he was the only one feeling depressed.

He drank up the juice in one gulp and chewed a biscuit in his mouth.

"I remember there is a boss in this house, or is it an NPC? His name is Nan Qiang."

"The south wall?"

Yiyuan stood up and took away Zheng Xun's empty cup.

He reached his right hand behind his back, and when he appeared in front of Zheng Xun again, there was a crystal pot with a big belly, and three-quarters of it was filled with juice.

The cup was filled again and placed in Zheng Xun's hand. Then, Yiyuan moved the crystal pot behind his back and disappeared.

Zheng Xun just watched him perform magic tricks.

"You'll see her, but she shouldn't be up yet."

There is a round clock in room 103, hanging opposite Zheng Xun.

He looked up, 10:20.

It's so late and you haven't gotten up yet?

He was confused, but Yiyuan was inscrutable and refused to elaborate.

"Don't worry, you will definitely see her tonight."

Yiyuan's shoulders also turned in the direction of the clock.

"It's almost 10:30, Zheng Xun, do you need a rest?"

It's okay not to mention it, but Zheng Xun held his forehead when he mentioned it.

"It's weird, I suddenly feel dizzy."

He was not acting, he really felt dizzy at that moment.

"Is it because I just finished the copy and rushed out to eat?"

He finished the 3S level dungeon this morning, and then was pulled away by Cheng Jie and talked about cross talk for a long time.

When he arrived at the underground garage, he was suddenly abducted in a thrilling manner.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm, and he came to the General Association and negotiated a deal with Chairman Xu, who was full of shrewdness.

After that, he went to eat his only meal of the day. On the way, he met a familiar taxi driver, who led him to the boss Yunqi, whose surname was Hao, He or Wang.

Then I chatted with this dungeon boss who was full of secrets for almost two hours.

From morning to night, there is almost no rest.

It's time to feel dizzy.

Yiyuan asked him where he wanted to rest tonight, and Zheng Xun asked him where he could rest.

"All rooms are available, but I would recommend staying on the first and second floors. The third floor has not been thoroughly cleaned."

"Well, then I'll live in 104."

Zheng Xun didn't want to bother. 104 was right opposite 103, just two steps away.

Yiyuan seemed a little hesitant.

"104? Okay, let me open the door for you. Take your time."

Zheng Xun followed Yi Yuan unsteadily, following every step. Yiyuan reached out and turned the round metal door handle to open the door of 104.

He went in first, closed the curtains inside, and then turned on the warm bedside lamp.

The room is very neat and comfortable, similar to the layout style of 103. It is full of embroidered and printed fabrics and old-fashioned mahogany furniture, and it seems to have a light fragrance to help you sleep.

The scent is just right to make you sleepy. Zheng Xun originally wanted to lie down directly on it, but he didn't change his clothes and didn't wash his face. He couldn't stand that he had soiled such a clean bed, so he decided to take a shower.

As if he had guessed what he was thinking, Yiyuan was already standing outside the door carrying a rattan basket containing a change of clothes and toiletries.

"Thank you for the dollar."

Although when I gave the example just now, I used one yuan, five yuan and ten yuan to distinguish, but the ten yuan in front of him who had been talking to him said that there is essentially no difference between them. If possible, he still hopes that Zheng Xun can call him one yuan. This is a tribute to him. A name of great significance.

Zheng Xun agreed to this request without even thinking about it.

"But what if two of you show up?"

The final agreed result was that if one person was present, it would be called one dollar. If more than one person is present, activate the five-dollar and ten-dollar names.

Zheng Xun's three subordinates came back after torturing the entire mansion.

Little Red Riding Hood pulled Xiaoyin's "tail" with her left hand, and pinched Dahei with her right hand, like holding two balloons, black and white, one on the left and one on the right. The balloon and the balloon were still fighting.

Zheng Xun raised his hand in the air, and his subordinates returned to their bracelets obediently.

"Your dizziness has something to do with letting them all out."

Yiyuan suddenly reminded.

"Huh? Is there another reason?"

"The name 'Slave' shows that they are dependent on their master. Their actions consume your energy, so it is best not to release them all at once next time."

Although Zheng Xun listened to the advice, he was also curious.

"How come no one has told me this before?"

Yiyuan's tone sounded helpless.

"That's because very few players have more than one slave."

"That's right," he never forgot to praise himself no matter how sleepy he was, "I am indeed a little unusual."

At this point, Zheng Xun had no energy to talk nonsense anymore. He yawned and entered the bathroom. After washing, he returned to the room to dry his hair.

Yiyuan had disappeared. The door of the next room, Room 103, was closed, but no light could be seen from the crack of the door.

Only a glass of water on the bedside table proved that he was still here.

Zheng Xun closed the door, left a lamp on the bedside, and then fell on the pillow.

The soft bed and pleasant fragrance made him sleepy soon.

The fatigue of the day also forced him to sleep.

Zheng Xun slept soundly on the bed.

There was a large wardrobe in the corner of the room, which was very high and almost reached the ceiling. The paint film on it had fallen off in several places, making it more mottled.

The tired Zheng Xun obviously did not have the energy to pay attention to all the furnishings in the room. If he took a closer look, he would find that the wardrobe was exactly the same as the one he had met Yiyuan before.

There was such a wardrobe in every room in the mansion, but now there is only one in Room 104.

There are wardrobes in other rooms, but they are simply used to hang clothes and store bedding, and they are much shorter.

The wardrobe suddenly made a rhythmic sound, like knocking on the door, very light.

The sleeping person was not awakened.

Then, a gap suddenly appeared in the tightly closed wardrobe, narrow and almost invisible.

However, before the gap became wider, a hand wearing a white glove pressed between the two symmetrical doors, making the wardrobe return to a closed state.

Standing outside the wardrobe was the butler in a black suit.

His tie was different from the "one yuan" he had just met. It was pure black without any pattern.

If Zheng Xun could open his eyes at this time, he would find that the head and neck of this five yuan were not separated.

As Gu Xiuqi said, the butler of this mansion had a face similar to Zheng Xun. At some angles, they were so similar that they could overlap.

However, the strange thing was that if you looked at him more carefully, you would find that he and Zheng Xun were not very similar, perhaps because of their different temperaments.

Unlike the gentle ten yuan, the face of this five yuan did not have any expression close to the word "gentle", cold and unkind.

This is the "Five Yuan" mentioned by Zheng Xun, the One Yuan who exists as a guard.

He looked back at Zheng Xun, then turned his head and whispered to the "person" in the closet.

"Can't come out."

"——"

The "person" inside said something vague, intermittent, and it was difficult to tell what language he was using.

Or it was not a language that existed in the human world.

He seemed to be negotiating with Five Yuan, and the answer he got was negative.

Five Yuan responded in a more blunt tone.

"Can't."

The voice said something again, this time it was a very short sentence, probably halfway through, and gave up after feeling that there was no room for negotiation.

Not long after, the sound in the closet disappeared.

Five Yuan put his hand down and took out a red tape ring from the pocket of his suit jacket. The tape was about one finger wide, and it was the kind of tape that felt like paper.

He reached out and tore off a piece and stuck it between the two doors.

Such a simple method seemed to be able to completely seal the closet, and Five Yuan did not take any more measures.

He turned his body around and faced the single bed.

He stayed there for five seconds, no more, no less, and then took a step back and stood in the shadow.

The next moment, the shadow was blank, nothing.

Zheng Xun turned over in bed, unaware of it.

He had a dream.