[Variety Drama] Serious Nonsense

"Everyone raised their hands and stood up and posted it on the bookshelf!"

The leading man stood up from the chair, wearing a black suit. Compared with dangerous people, Flora was more likely to believe that he was a gentleman, like 007.In addition, the other four men at the same table also took out a gun from the inner pockets of their suits, without any covering on their faces.

The crowd started to commotion, and Flora took out her mobile phone, only to find that the previously smooth mobile phone had no signal.

There was another gunshot. Compared to those low-level roadside hooligans, this man really spoke calmly like a gentleman, "I repeat, everyone raise their hands and stand with their backs to the bookshelves."

Flora and Rhett looked at each other, telling her that his cell phone had no signal either.Someone apparently blocked it.

They raised their hands honestly and retreated to the nearest bookshelf.

Unmasked villains are the scariest, meaning they are not afraid of being seen, because dead people don't tell if they see it.

"What happened?" An elderly man on crutches limped out from a corner of the hotel.

Intuition told Flora that this person played a pivotal role in this hotel.

"Are you Robert Odinson?" The leading man stroked his gun with one hand, as if he was treating a woman's soft waist gently.

"I am." Odinson's eyes were firm, as if the weapon did not exist in front of him, he looked around, "Where are you from? Where are the security guards? Where are my security guards?"

"They're already dead enough to eat dinner." The man replied lightly, raised the gun in his hand, and pointed it at Odinson's forehead, "Tell me, where is that gift?"

Gift?Flora never imagined that eating a meal could lead to a gift-giving adventure.

"I don't know what you're talking about." The bearded Odinson denied it.

The man didn't seem surprised by the answer. The gun in his hand moved down and pressed against Odinson's chest, and said in a leisurely tone, "I'll count to three, 1—2—"

"Wait a minute!" Odinson finally seemed a little panicked, "I have a secret that I only told a few people, and the information about that gift is hidden in these books, and I haven't deciphered it for many years... ..."

A Q sound forcibly tore through this passage, and the bright red liquid on Odinson's chest stained his striped coat, and he fell down little by little with his eyes widened in disbelief, lying there facing the floor for a few minutes After that, he remained motionless.

— dead!

This is a demon who looks like a gentleman on the outside, but has no patience to kill innocent people.

Even though it was not like the other women present screaming out of panic, Flora still covered her mouth with her hands in surprise.

Rhett took a step towards Flora, and also stared at the sudden scene with a stern expression.

"Then, ladies and gentlemen, you can temporarily call me Mr. A. You have also heard what the nagging manor owner said. Next, I would like to trouble you to find out this secret with us. By the way, don't put The bookshelf is messed up, I don’t want this secret to be ruined.” His magnetic voice seemed to be giving a grand speech, if one ignored the black muzzle in his hand that had killed a life.

Very few people turned around to check the books behind them, they were still in extreme panic.

Mr. A gestured to a few people beside him, and they scattered to various places.

"By the way, I'm very impatient. In order to stimulate everyone's enthusiasm, I will pick someone every 10 minutes..." At this point, he stretched out his free hand and made a gun-opening gesture.

She just wants to have a good meal qaq

"Quick! Find it quickly!" Following his violent roar, the people around him turned around in fright, and began to rummage against the bookshelf.

"His behavior seems to come from the middle and high class, he is well-dressed, and he does things clearly and rationally. He can control so many people and block the signal in advance for a secret or gift that has been hidden for many years. Obviously, it has been carefully planned. He may be For a leader, rich man or even a member of parliament, for this kind of person, killing a member of the public can indeed establish a psychological advantage and create a sense of intimidation for the rest of the people, thus making people lose their mentality of resistance, but killing the owner of the manor is not an appropriate choice. choice." Flora heard Rhett whispering.

Flora never thought that Rhett could calmly profile in this kind of situation.She answered in a low voice: "Is it unbelievable that such a person who has gained sufficient power would do such a thing?"

"Don't stop." Reid reminded in a low voice, "Don't stop what you're doing, people with high IQs like this are often suspicious."

Flora immediately pulled out a book, flipped through it, and stuffed it back in, over and over again, even though she had no idea what to look for.

"He could choose to shoot the brain, which is the most lethal, but he moved down to the chest, and only fired one shot, without excessive killing. Why?"

Rhett's low voice of analysis continued to enter Flora's ears.

"The great-grandfather of the current owner of the manor left a gift to his descendants, and the way to obtain this gift will be discovered from these books. Except for moving from the side building, they are placed in order from the great-grandfather of the owner of the manor. It hasn’t changed since then.” Mr. A seemed to have a thorough understanding of the information, and he revealed more details to the crowd present.

Without the Internet, Flora felt that she was a scum with a combat power of 5 in this situation, and the 5 points came from the computer theory she had mastered.

After flipping through a few books, Reid expressed surprise: "Most of these are out-of-print books of the last century, and many are even the first batch of printing." He was resting his hand on a first edition of "The Four Signatures" .

Rhett, how precious these books are, we can talk about them later, okay? qaq "Okay, the first 10 minutes are up. Does anyone have an answer?" He closed the watch cover, glanced meaningfully at the trembling diners present, waited for a few seconds and then said, "So, who should we start with?"

He casually pointed to a middle-aged man: "Let's start with you, or, tell me what is the value of leaving you."

"I, I have money, I can give you as much as you need." He reached into his pocket and took out his wallet as if to prove it.

"Really, it's not attractive at all." Mr. A waved his hand, and the two assistants supported the man. No matter how hard he tried to break free, he would still be firmly imprisoned.He was dragged outside, out of our sight, followed by a Q bang.The man's wife sat down on the ground and began to sob softly.

Rhett noticed that Flora was holding her hands tightly and biting her lip with her upper teeth.It should be indescribable to have two consecutive homicides in front of an FBI who just participated in the internship.But what is needed more now is calm.

Flora's nerves are tense now, she is afraid that she will die here before she finds "that person".

One of Flora's clenched hands was suddenly rubbed by the slightly cold fingertips of the other side, Rhett didn't know when he was close to her, and gently covered the back of her hand with one hand.

"Lopez, I promise you, I will let you leave here alive." She heard Rhett's hoarse and low voice.

Flora's palms were drenched with sweat under the sense of urgency, presumably Rhett must have noticed this and felt her urgency.

She suddenly felt relieved, and this promise made her less afraid.She turned her head slightly to look at Rhett and nodded.

"Probably not a certain book." Rhett looked around the bookcase, "Maybe it is the whole, because he said that the position of the books is not allowed to change. And don't you think the arrangement of these books is strange? Not according to the format , not in alphabetical order."

"There are two layers here, which are likely to be the same as a computer program. One layer provides rule instructions, and the other layer applies." Flora took a deep breath and gave her only insight. "

Rhett put his hands in his pockets, frowned and looked up to observe the overall arrangement of books.Suddenly he realized something, he wanted to leave the position but was stopped by an accomplice of the murderer with a gun.

"Another 10 minutes." The man's deep and magnetic voice was heard in everyone's ears as the sharpening sound of death.

"Then it's you, you've been noisy just now."

Flora's eyes widened, and she took a step back in disbelief, her back hit the bookshelf, causing some pain. The person Mr. A is referring to is Rhett, and her heart is in her throat.

"Wait a minute, you can't kill him." When Flora came to her senses, she realized that the voice came from her mouth.

Mr. A looked at her beside Rhett, as if asking why.

"He is a genius with three doctorate degrees, two master's degrees, an IQ of 187, and the ability to read 2 words per minute. I think if he can't solve it, then no one here can do it. So you You can't kill him!" This was the first time Flora remembered Rhett's degrees and abilities so proficiently.

She saw that Mr. A smiled with great interest: "But we can't break the rules..."

"Then let me replace him." It seemed that it was not as difficult as imagined.