My Cell Prison

The detective with his shoulders burning candles returned to the interrogation room where Han Dong was.

When he spoke again, his speech was much calmer.

According to the testimony of you and your companions, combined with the clues we have collected so far, we have temporarily ruled out your suspicions.

As an apology, we will arrange one month's free accommodation for you in another hotel.

This is the key card registered in your name.

Han Dong took the two metal room cards and smiled.

In his world, the police would never be so playful in arresting people, and Han Dong could roughly see the purpose of this group of people.

Sure enough... although there is a series of circumstantial evidence that we have a lot to do with the homicide.

But this group of agents should have made sure from the beginning that we didn't kill the boss... They brought us here just to ask for some other information.

Any information on the spiral arm?

Also, could the tendency of ordinary London residents to want to leave has anything to do with this event? 』

Thinking of this, Han Dong hurriedly asked: Excuse me, is the main suspect I accidentally spied on, the strange shadow with spiral arms?

The case is still under investigation and you have no right to know.

However, the strange shadow you have seen is indeed very suspicious and involved in multiple murders.

Next time you see it, try to get in touch with us directly, I have attached my number on the back of the key card given to you.

As long as you can provide useful information, we will also give you certain rewards.

That's it, please put on your hood...we'll take you back.

The black headgear made of fabric was handed to Han Dong.

It was the same when Han Dong came here before, and was forced to wear a headgear by this group of agents.

When wearing the headgear, the consciousness will be affected by the darkness, the thinking will not be divergent, and the sense of time and space will be severely limited.

In a blink of an eye.

When the headgear was taken off, he had returned to the street corresponding to the Blackwater Hotel.

Snapped!

A heavy slap landed on Han Dong's back, and Maritis said unhappily:

You've encountered such a thing, don't you reveal your identity?

Once you take out your shiny grey messenger identity, these guys will kneel down to look at you, and it's not easy to check anything... Fortunately, these guys didn't use their private actions against the lord, otherwise I could Can't stand it.

Mary, now that 'our' adventure has begun, listen to me.

Last night we seemed to have encountered something incredible, and he was probably the one who killed the innkeeper.

If I guessed correctly, the intelligence bureau corresponding to the detective is also tracking this guy to a large extent... Due to the special requirements of the target, it is difficult to locate.

When these agents knew that I had seen the 'spiral arm', their original restraint dissipated in an instant, and surprise dominated.

It can also indirectly prove that they knew from the beginning that the death of the innkeeper was related to the spiral arm, and they arrested us, just to see if we, as those involved, knew some information.

Maritis also quickly reacted, the sides of the toad's face swelled into balls, and an alternative killing intent emerged:

In this way, these guys let us out so quickly, do they want to use us as 'bait' to fish?

As for the room card given as compensation, there must be surveillance in the room or hotel, and I want to monitor our situation at all times... I'm mad at the lord!

With that said, Mary wanted to snatch the room card.

Unexpectedly, Han Dong quickly collected the room card, It would be too wasteful for someone else to open such a high-end hotel for us.

It's actually pretty good, my favorite is being [bait].

Caught between the intelligence services of the City of London and a mysterious murderer... Maybe you can get benefits from both sides.

Mary had no doubts about Han Dong's choice.

There was just one thing she had always wondered about.

Wait, there's one more thing I don't know.

What exactly is the spiral arm you speak of?

I didn't see anything last night...you know,

This lord's toad eyes are not weak at all.

I also caught a glimpse of an arm when the [Magic Eye] was fully open.

I can't even see half of my body... If I get distracted, that thing disappears.

I guess it is because of the difficulty to be seen that the London detectives have been slow to catch people.

There is a great possibility that something deeper is involved behind this incident.

It sounds interesting when you say that.

The things involved may threaten your life and my life... Anyway, let's go to the hotel that the detective has reserved for us first, and it will give us more security.

Use the map and the hotel name registered on the room card to come to the [Royal Cavendish Hotel]

Situated on the banks of the River Thames, diagonally opposite is the most famous Elizabeth Tower in London.

Just standing in front of the building, you can feel an overwhelming British classical atmosphere.

However, a large number of black spots were reflected on the surface of the white wall, and the whole building was shrouded in a cloud of black mist, giving Han Dong a very uncomfortable feeling, or a feeling of 'imprisonment'.

Geographical location, the area should be counted as one of the best hotels in London.

Han Dong thought that there would be a group of celebrities living there.

When stepping into the hotel, there was an inexplicable desertion.

In the open hall, not only was there not a single tenant, not even a waiter in charge of reception could not see it.

His eyes swept around the hall, only to find a waitress suspended in the air in the way of 'hanging' at the counter.

Completely bulging eyes stared at Han Dong the whole time.

The little girl at the front desk is actually a mature body - a different demon...

Not only was Han Dong not frightened by such a scene, but he was quite excited and immediately stepped forward to show his room card.

The hanged waiter was strangled by his neck, and a hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat:

In special times, your guest rooms are planned to be on the top floor, and you can find them naturally by looking at the number on the room card.

Han Dong nodded and continued to lie on the counter, trying to chat with the waiter.

According to the original plan, Han Dong planned to learn some secrets about the city of London from the innkeeper.

Who knew that the boss died overnight, and he was also implicated.

Facing this weird hotel and the only waiter in the lobby, Han Dong had to cut in from here and get some information in advance... Otherwise, being too passive is not a good thing.

Excuse me, what do you mean by special period?

Regarding Han Dong's question, the girl at the front desk had absolutely no intention of answering.

If it's inconvenient to answer, come to my room later...

Han Dong put a folded white paper on the front desk, and then took Mary to the top floor.

waited a long time.

The little girl at the front desk slowly unfolded the folded paper out of curiosity.

There was only a smiley face painted on the white paper.

The smiling face combined with the rhythm of Han Dong's speech just now had a profound impact on the thinking of the little girl at the front desk.

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