Hotel on the mountain

Central Suite No. 4 was in a mess.

After Mr. Moore was pushed in, the wheelchair used its inertia to slowly slide to the middle of the corridor where the living room and the bedroom intersected.

He turned his head to the left and found a red-haired woman shrouded in gauze holding a knife towards him in the living room.

He turned his head to the right and found a man in a white formal suit in the bedroom holding a small piece of broken glass and gesturing in this direction.

He turned his head back to the front again, looking at the window that cut out the blue sea and sky. He put his hand on the edge of the wheelchair and moved back slightly - this was his most diligent move this year.

This "weak" performance of survival was obviously regarded as a signal to start a war, and the two terrorists who had already been shot on the head did not care about killing one more.

The knife moved, and broken glass came up. Moore was caught in the middle, and the wheelchair had not yet rolled out of the fighting range. He quickly took out two large stacks of gold coins from his sleeves and shouted: "Wait!"

The sudden stop made both parties stop instinctively. Broken glass was on his neck, and the knife was not far from his heart. Moore shook the two large stacks of gold coins in his hand and asked, "Excuse me, are you short of money?"

This soul torture caused both of their minds to go blank for a moment.

Moore continued: "This lady, your hair is full of inferior permed and dyed atmosphere, and your personalized earrings and earrings look like they were eliminated from the hands of a third-rate jeweler. And your tulle, the best way to make tulle. A good material would be made from the spit of a kind of insect deep in the desert in the south, but yours looks like it was picked up from a girl in the red light district."

Kablan was said to be confused. The human brain always crashes when dealing with problems that are not relevant to the current environment.

Moore kept talking: "And this gentleman, your formal clothes are not neatly cut, and they don't flatter your figure at all. It makes you look like a piece of clothing you borrowed from someone else during a trip." , but you thought the color matched just right, so you put it on. Your pocket watch and single-sided glasses didn't match your body shape and temperament. You probably stole a whole set when you were stealing clothes. Right? But looking at the way you are holding the glass, I think you are robbing rather than stealing."

Moore bumped the two large stacks of gold coins together and concluded: "So, you should not be qualified to stay in the penthouse suite of the Alpine Hotel. But why are you here?"

Urd's face looked ugly. He increased his strength and said in a deep voice: "Is our key issue now the issue of money?"

"The ultimate root cause of all problems in the world is money." Moore carefully used two stacks of gold coins to block the glass around his neck and the knife in front of his heart.

The latter two reluctantly took back their weapons on the spot, and also took the two stacks of gold coins handed over. They "casually" squeezed the thickness of the gold coins and moved the weapons far away.

"This will be a good start for us to live in harmony." After Moore saw them accepting the money, he asked again, "Excuse me, can you help me tidy up this house? Just sweep the broken vase aside in the living room. Put that lamp back in the bedroom."

"Who do you think we are?" Kablan raised his tone several times.

"Oh, it's paid." Moore took out two more gold coins from his sleeves and said in greeting, "Isn't the cultivation of a 'spirit man' very hard? I heard that you often use various kinds of spirit-rich I can use the materials to take a bath to enhance the body’s spiritual energy, but the materials are very expensive.”

"Yes, yes, yes." Kablan's voice was a bit weaker. She faced the stack of gold coins that was still in the air, her hands a little embarrassed.

"Wait a minute, how do you know I'm a spirit person?" Kablan reacted and moved back a little warily.

Moore turned his face slightly, and the lazy half of his face was a little mysterious at this time: "Madam, I can feel every ray of psychic energy in your body, which is different from normal psychics. I can also feel that this man He is an excellent killer, because I can feel the cold murderous aura in every part of his body.”

Urd felt humiliated and asked sternly: "Since you are so rich, isn't it okay for us to kill you and then divide your money?"

Moore took out another stack of gold dollars from his sleeves, handed it to Urd and said, "No, no, no, it's different. I give it to you voluntarily. It's your due reward. You can spend it as you like. You take it away." Yes, you will be worried about spending the stolen money. Besides, what if you divide the stolen money unevenly and start a fight?"

Moore waved the gold coins in both hands again: "Now, take it, as long as you move your fingers to clean up the broken things, think about it, you can earn over ten thousand yuan in a minute, what else can be better than this?" Is it still a profitable job?”

Kablan looked at the broken vase at her feet and thought for a moment. She could get so much income just by waving her foot, which meant that she could take a good "spiritual bath" by waving her foot. , does not seem to be an unacceptable thing.

So her hand took the gold yuan without any advice, and her feet neatly swept the broken glass to the corner next to it.

Urd saw that others got money so easily, wouldn't he be an idiot if he didn't take it? So he also took the money and walked to the side to hang a strange lamp back on the wall.

"Excellent." Moore clapped, took out a stack of gold coins from his sleeves, shook them and said, "There are some overturned sofas, tables and chairs in the living room. Who can help straighten them?"

One stack?

This question popped up in their minds at the same time——

A thicker stack of gold dollars?

Urd wanted to see what was going on.

What Kablan had in mind was a luxurious "spiritual bath."

She quickly grabbed the stack of gold coins, walked to the messy living room and put all the items back, which took less than a minute.

"Beautiful, ma'am. Can I know your name?" Moore looked appreciative.

"Kabulan." Kabulan replied coolly.

"Kablan, in less than a minute, you made money that it would take ordinary people several years to save, and you will have many kinds of moments like this for a period of time. In a sense, The spirit man is indeed very powerful." Moore clapped with an appreciative tone, which was very helpful to Kablan, and she unconsciously smiled.

After saying that, Moore took out a stack of equally thick gold coins from his sleeve and murmured: "Oh, the bedroom is also a bit messy."

Before he finished speaking, Urd had already snatched the gold yuan away with his speed advantage. He quickly arranged the objects, returned to Moore and said proactively: "Sir, my name is Urd."

Urd thought that he could see further than the woman opposite - the hotel would arrange three people into a room, which was definitely not caused by simple negligence. His identity might have been exposed, so he had to find a reliable person again. The reason is to get close to the Alpine Hotel, and to be familiar with the terrain and defense mechanism here, so that you can fulfill Lord Sander's instructions - for now, let's just accept the humiliation and bear the heavy burden for what I do now.

Moore nodded approvingly: "Now, we should be able to live in harmony, right?"

There was some silence at the scene. Moore leaned back in the wheelchair and breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm a little tired. Can you help me to the bed?"

The two hesitated, and Moore took out the gold dollar.

Moore covered the bed with a quilt and told Urd and Kabuleng on both sides of the bed: "Please close the door. You can rest in the living room. I will call you if you need it. "

The bedroom door was closed, and Urd and Kablan each walked to one side of the living room. They looked at each other and were silent for a long time.