[comprehensive] superior skills

In the early morning, the lively hotel lobby was crowded with the recording staff of the "Telepathy" program group.

Because of the need to rush to produce a new promotional poster, the props team has designed the escalator leading to the second floor as a small display catwalk, which is specially reserved for contestants dressed in various magical styles to pose for photos.

When all the psychics on stage were busy making up makeup and designing photo poses, a young production manager hurried to the director who was exchanging shooting ideas with the host, "Sir, we are missing an actor."

The choreographer, who is not angry and arrogant, raised the deep lines on the corner of his mouth, "Pay attention to your words! They are not ordinary actors, but future stars with infinite possibilities!"

"Mr. Anderson, I am sorry for my gaffe."

Facing the No. [-] member of the production team who even had to be courteous to the producer, the soft-spoken female production manager could only bow her head and admit her mistake, "A psychic lady is missing. She didn't leave any information, and no one answered the door in the guest room. I have tried all kinds of contact methods but I can't find me."

This dedicated employee also tried to open the room of the absent player with the help of the hotel attendant to see if there was any sign of her going out, but none of the money and objects in the room had been touched, only an owner was missing.

"Rachel, how did you find her?" Anderson asked with a gloomy expression.

At this sensitive moment, an important character suddenly disappeared, which made it difficult for him not to think of some malicious means of commercial competition.

Rachel reported truthfully: "I have been calling her non-stop since two hours ago, and contacted the room service to check her room after confirming to no avail."

The male host Julian, who was wearing makeup that was heavier than that of a woman, suddenly smiled strangely, "You called her? In this hotel with no signal? Sorry, I didn't mean to offend anyone, but this is really my year The funniest joke I've ever heard!"

"He was right."

The producer, who just got up from the woman's belly, criticized with a cigar in his mouth: "You should have contacted my assistant when you first found out that the contestant was missing, instead of wasting time making some damn phone calls!"

Don't expect to hear the truth from those women who say one thing and do another. If he knows that someone is taking the opportunity to make trouble, he will definitely make the people behind the scenes pay a heavy price.

"Speaking of which, who is the missing player?"

With so many women on set, the only thing Green can remember is that cunning little wild cat.

Rachel handed over the information in her hand, "Lillian Smith."

"I have an impression of her."

Julian said coldly: "A narcissist who wants to attract the attention of the world."

Not only did that damned woman steal the scene during the recording, but the most abominable thing was that she dared to inquire about his gossip in private, and even acted like she was up for grabs.

If he hadn't signed a performance contract, he really wanted to drive that bitch away, but fortunately, this is not bad now, and no one is an eyesore at last.

Anderson suppressed the anger that was about to explode and asked: "So it is possible that she directed and acted herself? To hype herself?"

He has worked hard and conscientiously in TV for half his life, and he has never encountered this kind of character.

No matter what the truth of the matter is, as long as he still has the right to speak, this woman who dares to put pigeons will not want to use the ABC program to show her face again.

"Hey, old man, watch your heart!"

Green sighed leisurely, "I think this is a good opportunity for the program group. Let's call her Miss Lost for now. Just before Miss Lost returns, we can take the opportunity to hype her up."

"Imagine, a staff member who was filming a show in a haunted holy place suddenly found that there was someone missing around him. This contestant who disappeared like water vapor was still a sexy girl! How many people's attention will be attracted by this news alone!"

Reminiscent of the weird events that happened in the hotel before, he even prepared the promotional title, the ready-made mode of playing with ghosts.

"What if she shows up?" Julian asked.

"Then sue her for breaking the contract."

Green ruthlessly ordered the little drama manager: "You immediately go to the Los Angeles Police Department to report the incident and recount the incident truthfully."

"But it hasn't been 24 hours yet, the police won't launch an investigation." Rachel was a little embarrassed.

"Is your brain rusty!"

Green growled in a low voice: "When did I say I need the assistance of the police? I just asked them to be a witness!"

"Sorry, sir."

Rachel fought back her tears and said, "I'll do it now."

When the little assistant ran away, Green was still complaining, "I actually spent money to hire a fool! No wonder the production budget is always stretched, and it's all wasted on idiots!"

He waved to his satisfied assistant, "Benjamin, keep an eye on those two women for me. I think you know who I'm talking about. At least until the show is over, I don't want any more accidents to happen."

Because he knew the boss's nature too well, Benjamin agreed without hesitation, "I will do my best, sir."

When his eyes passed over his boss and fell on the quiet blonde girl on the set, he suddenly had an inexplicable intuition from the bottom of his heart. I am afraid that the accident mentioned by the producer is far from over.

At the public phone booth across the road, a black-haired man in a baseball cap hung up the phone after recording a few sets of numbers, and trotted to the cab of a car parked by the side of the road.

He leaned on the window of the car and said to another handsome guy who was enjoying the delicious food inside: "Bobby said that the lost hunter was called Dana Pratt, and he was staying at the Cortez Hotel because he was investigating a supernatural case."

"So what? He's not a child. Is it worth the fuss?"

The man chewing food muttered, "It's just that I haven't called for six hours. When I left home for half a year, I didn't see John worried."

Sam, who had changed his identity, smiled and looked at his dissatisfied brother, "Dean, are you jealous?"

He knew that his brother's insincere words were not cold-blooded, but he didn't want Bobby, who took care of each other like another father in his life, to focus on others.

"Jealous?! Are you talking about me?"

Dean laughed exaggeratedly, trying to hide his guilt, "That's impossible!"

How could he extravagantly seek the favor of his parents like a naive little baby? That kind of weak coward would never be a man of the Winchester family.

"Okay buddy, let's get back to business."

Sam coughed lightly, "Because after checking into the hotel, I realized that it was definitely not a haunted house in the general sense. Pratt once asked for help from the only hunter we could talk to, and the two parties also agreed to contact each other at six o'clock every morning to confirm in safe condition."

"Wait, isn't the hunter you're talking about Bobby?"

Dean's expression was a bit inconceivable, "Is the old antique that has only been in contact with Bobby suitable for us?"

What surprised him even more was that in the information age there were hunters like the Lone Ranger, which was simply beyond imagination.

"He's not old fashioned, Pratt is still very young, but because of his Indian status..."

Sam made a knowing look, "He prefers to be alone."

"I get it, this is an Indiana Jones type of adventure lover."

Dean compared the hotel standing not far away with his thumb, "Now this explorer is trapped in the mysterious city, and urgently needs two heroes to rescue him?"

"That's it."

Sam took out the travel bag from the car, "Bobby wants us to find out Pratt's whereabouts while ensuring we get out of the way."

Dean is carrying the arsenal of lost and found, "Well, I know that leisurely vacation is not for me."

Quickly crossing the road, the two brothers pushed open the door of the hotel with the weary looks of dusty road trippers.

"Wow, it's so lively here!"

Dean whistled at the women who were posing on the stairs, "Are you sure we're in the right place?"

"The address is fine."

Sam was also a little surprised, "Unless this is not Los Angeles."

At the reception desk, the bored Liz cheered up immediately after seeing the two handsome guys exuding a strong hormonal aura, "Welcome to Cortez Hotel."

There is a villain in his heart who keeps calling: show some courage, Liz!How handsome is the man standing in front of you. They are the lovers that God tailors for you. It's time to talk about a relationship.

The most real desire in life was faithfully reflected on his facial features, and even the blush on his cheeks became more vivid and attractive.

Sam was intimidated by this coquettish butler who seemed to come from Cleopatra's seat. He was a little uncomfortable with the other party's enthusiasm, "Please open a room for us."

"one room?"

Liz repeated uncertainly, "There is only one double bed in the room."

Seeing the other party's malicious intentions, Dean hugged his brother's shoulders in a demonstration, "Yes, we only need one bed."

He felt that he had made it clear enough that the old man in strange clothes should take the initiative to stay away from his pure and kind brother.

But this behavior just made Liz misunderstand the relationship between the two of them. He put down a key very lonely, and didn't want to say anything extra, "Room 52."

"number 52?"

Sam's movements froze slightly, and he tried to make his expression look more natural, "Is this room vacant?"

According to the information provided by Bobby, this was supposed to be the place where the target person of this trip lived.

"Yes, just now." Liz raised her eyebrows, "Not satisfied? Unfortunately, there are no vacancies."

"No, we'll just live here."

Dean took the money and pulled away the stunned younger brother, "You can actually look at a man in disguise for more than five seconds, I almost thought you were going to fall in love with him!"

"how is this possible!"

Sam explained: "I'm just so surprised! Did you hear what he said, Platt checked out and didn't contact Bobby, it's completely unreasonable!"

If a hunter cuts off his friends after his actions, the only answer that can explain this behavior is that he is dead.

"Don't jump to conclusions so early."

Dean hit the elevator button. "Maybe he's just stuck."

"Ghost knows what happened here!"

Sam turned his head to look at the shooting scene, which was still singing and dancing, "There are still people willing to record programs in this kind of place. After I came in, what I worried most about was whether there were enough bullets in the gun."

The next second, his voice began to rise uncontrollably, "Hey, Dean, look over there!"

It was definitely not dazzled, they actually met an unexpected old friend.

"Watching hot girls?"

Dean smiled and thumped his chest, "Learn to be reserved Sammy, you'll scare good girls away if you're naked like this, although some people like this tone."

"No, it's Megan!"

Sam turned his gaze abruptly, "See that dwarf? That's Megan Kane!"

And the young man waiting on the side was also a federal agent who had interrogated the two brothers.

The two short meetings are related to a series of murders. This kind of coincidence is really too subtle.

"Damn witch, I knew she was with those stinky cops!"

Dean cursed angrily: "Look at our situation now, and look at that happy woman, I really want to shoot her head off!"

"You've tried it," Sam reminded.

"so what?"

Dean tugged hard on the straps on his shoulders, "I still have salt bombs and holy water, which are useless!"

The two brothers, who were concentrating on refusing each other, did not notice that the elevator door behind them had been opened for a long time, and three people with complex expressions were watching them.

"Brother Winchester?"

Gideon patted Sam on the shoulder unexpectedly, "Can we talk some time?"

Room 64.

Although the guest room transformed from the previous owner's office looked much more spacious than other rooms, the six living people who were looking at each other in the room felt an indescribable sense of embarrassment.

In this embarrassing situation, Megan, the only one who can stay out of it, smiled and picked up a piece of nut chocolate from the tea tray, "If you don't give sugar, you will be silent? Or is it easier for you to communicate with paper and pen?"

She didn't expect to be able to meet the Wen family brothers again in such a short time, but that's good, she can justifiably get rid of the mess of the hotel.

"We have nothing to say."

Dean raised his head coldly, "I think you've got the wrong person."

His facial expression was very calm, but his heart was beating wildly all the time, and his fingers involuntarily touched the pocket of his trousers that held the FBI ID.

Absconding and impersonating a federal agent, thinking of the maximum sentence for these two crimes combined, he secretly vowed in his heart that if he couldn't escape this time, he would bring the troubled witch into the water.

"I trust my own judgment."

Gideon said with certainty: "Although the facial features of the two have made some minor adjustments, and the colors of the hair and pupils have also changed, for profilers, the behavior pattern is an important criterion for identifying a person."

"What is he talking about?" Dean looked at his brother in confusion.

Sam said according to his own understanding: "I think he means that you are very 'Dean' in your words and actions. In other words, even if you wear a Spider-Man helmet on the street, he can recognize who you are."

Although this statement is exaggerated, Sam feels that the man opposite is not lying.

"In fact, starting with Mayo's Hawthorne experiment in the 20s..."

Realizing that this is a good start, Rhett, who was trying to express his personal opinion, was interrupted by Gideon, "Stop, they don't need to understand this complicated knowledge for the time being."

Reid pursed his lips a little aggrieved, and moved to Megan who was watching the battle with a smile, and the latter gave him a comforting sugar ball.

"I know who you are and what you're doing."

Morgan went on to say, "So we're not against each other anymore, get it?"

Especially in such an environment, two demon hunters can definitely bring others a sense of security than policemen with guns.

Seeing that the female detective with a cold face also expressed goodwill, Sam believed that they were not carrying out an entrapment operation. "Did Megan tell you?"

"Not at all."

Gideon sighed and pointed to the ceiling. "This hotel is an eye-opener. We had to stay here because of a forced transaction."

"Ha, this is really true!"

Dean coughed feignedly, trying to hide his gloating mood, "Can I ask what the deal is?"

Gideon briefly explained the cause of the matter, "Making this choice does not mean how noble we are, but that we cannot bear the lives of others."

Hearing such simple and sincere words, Dean, who could no longer hold any resentment towards the agents, also put away his joking expression, "Well, Sam and I also came here because of a trouble, there is a hunter disappeared."

"hunter?"

Al suddenly had a bad guess, "Is it an Indian man?"

If anyone in this building could be equated with the Wen family brothers, it must be the one who saved her.

"You know Pratt?" Sam asked.

Al shook his head, "No, I don't know his name, but he helped me on the night of check-in. I only remember that he lived in room 52."

Sam showed the key in his hand, "We're talking about him. He should have disappeared last night, but the hotel front desk said he checked out."

I thought I could get some clues from the female detective, but now it seems that no one knows what Pratt did before disappearing.

"More than one person was missing last night."

Taking Coco away from the deadly chocolate, Megan held its dishonest little paw, "Room 143 will have what you want."

Rhett was a little surprised, "Did you see anything?"

After dinner yesterday, he got up and left. He didn't know the whereabouts of the psychic lady.

"If you inquire carefully, you will know that there was a 'farce' at sunset."

Megan deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of a certain word, "Everything started with the evil thoughts of six women, although the one who died was not innocent."

"Lillian Smith!"

Reid, who has the best memory, opened his mouth, "She didn't show up during the recording today."

Morgan asked, "Did the crew not respond?"

Megan smiled, "They made the most favorable choice, probably tomorrow morning we will see people from the Los Angeles Police Department."

After understanding what she meant, Al said disappointedly: "It's so ruthless."

Not paying attention to the dark turmoil in the entertainment industry, Sam grasped the most urgently needed news, "Could it be said that Pratt's accident happened after the owner of room 143 had an accident? It's very likely that he knew some inside information. Go through that room."

"And then it never showed up again."

Megan followed his topic and came to the most terrifying conclusion, "So gentlemen, if you also have a strong interest in that guest room, you must remember to bring all the weapons, because it will save you at a critical moment. You die."

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Song Ci: How can such a miraculous hotel be without Wen Jiashuangsha? The final showdown is about to take place.

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