[comprehensive] superior skills

When Megan and his party returned to Room 62, the human skin and corrosive liquid on the floor had been cleaned up, and even the mattress was replaced with a new one.

Everything in the bedroom looks the same as usual, but at this time, no one wants to sit up and rest for a while.

"I'm not going to sleep, it's going to give me nightmares."

Al covered his eyes sadly, and said with a choked voice, "Why did God punish me like this? What did I do wrong?"

She regretted it the moment she signed the agreement, but she didn't know how to save it all.

"It has nothing to do with God."

Gideon walked over to hug her, "This is our own choice, based on the most basic moral values ​​of a human being."

Even if he would pay his life for this, he would never allow himself to step on the bones of others.

"Why are you so sad?"

Rhett pinched his fingers and said helplessly: "March said this is just a meeting, about killers and agents. Maybe we will benefit from it? Gideon can also use this experience to write a new book after going back. "

His heart beat wildly, not only because of the fear of facing the unknown, but also because of the strange experience of communicating with ghosts.

"You really believe what he says?"

Morgan hugged his smooth head, not knowing whether to lament the innocence or stupidity of young people, "A group of guys who take pleasure in killing, even if they are dead, they can't be satisfied with simple drinking and chatting like ordinary people, they will only intensify their wantonness act."

In just a few minutes, hundreds of evidence photos of abuse cases and more corpse identification scenes appeared in his mind.

Now the victims on it all turned into familiar people, Gideon, Al, Rhett, and himself.

As long as he thought that the four of them would finally appear in front of Huo Qi and Zhen Zhen in the same embarrassing way, he really wanted to kill himself immediately.

Realizing that the comforting words seemed to have the opposite effect, Rhett could only look for help to the person who seemed to have the most ideas.

Megan sighed, and said to the three agents who seemed to be laying flowers on each other's tombstones at the funeral: "Although I haven't signed a formal employment contract before, I still want to pay you a little in advance."

She took out several triangular charms from that magical little handbag, "This is the charm I exchanged with the exorcist in the far east by chance. It can protect human beings from all evil things."

Out of admiration for Gideon and the others and apology for getting them involved in this matter, Megan still decided to save them.

But this is already the limit, she does not have the great sentiment of self-sacrifice, and has no intention of sacrificing herself to save other people in the hotel.

Although he was dubious about the words of the psychic lady, the group members still had some hope.

Reid searched the knowledge base in his mind, "Spell? Is it the legendary fairy magic weapon? The kind that can fly into the sky and escape from the ground?"

Megan smiled and put a talisman in his hand, "How could a mortal get such an artifact? It's just the most common amulet. But with it, whether it's the Marches or the ghosts of serial killers, Don't even try to hurt you."

"Of course, it doesn't work on living people. So you still have to be wary of the staff in the hotel, especially the receptionist who disguised himself as a woman. He has been eyeing you from the very beginning."

"Room 64?"

This time Rhett's reaction was quick, he still remembered the strangely dressed and overly enthusiastic man, "Is there anything wrong in it?

Megan shook the copper key in his hand, and said lightly: "That room was originally March's office, and the guests who lived in it would enjoy his gentle hospitality and become an integral part of his fancy death biography."

After hearing these words, the little doctor's expression was extremely surprised, a little bit behind the moment when he faced the evil spirit, "But why did he do that? We have never even met before!"

"Who knows?"

Megan handed out the spells one by one, "Maybe he is too lonely to want you to stay with him. In this hotel that can be compared to a slaughterhouse, the few living people left have long been indifferent to the life and death of others. So remember what I said, beware of them, don't treat them like human beings."

After studying the small pieces of paper with strange patterns on them, Gideon suddenly raised his head and asked. "How can the killing be stopped?"

The woman in front of his intuition can give the answer, and even has a way to purify this place like the priest in the movie.

Because when she was on the top floor, the way she looked at the so-called hotel owner was as ridiculous as an adult watching a child misbehaving.

Facing Gideon's probing eyes, Megan just frowned slightly with a contemplative expression, "Please ask the government to expropriate the building and demolish it? Or sprinkle salt in the coffin of the deceased?"

She wanted to make up something casually, but it didn't take long for her four pairs of eyes full of curiosity to learn. She said, "Well, I admit, the Winchester brothers are better at this kind of thing!"

"The next time we have a chance to meet, I will definitely suggest that they stay at the Cortez Hotel when passing through Los Angeles."

I believe that Wen Jia Shuangsha, who has explosive combat prowess, will teach the owner of the hotel and his subordinates how to be a low-key and polite undead.

Al, with reddish eyes, found a place in the wallet and wanted to put the talisman into it, "If we can return to Quantico safely, shouldn't we help Dean and Sam withdraw the charges?"

After experiencing a series of unimaginable disasters, she and the team members can no longer connect the Wen family with the previous serial murders.

After comparing the bizarre death appearances of the five deceased, another object that was more likely to plan a revenge murder flashed in the detective's mind, such as those dead souls.

"Don't do that."

Under Al's puzzled eyes, Megan snapped the red rope in her hand, "The witcher family has its own means of escape. As long as the police can't catch the criminal, the Rose Killer case will fade out of people's sight sooner or later as an unsolved case. It would be best if they didn't exist."

She tied the corner of the talisman paper with a red string and put it on the female detective's wrist, "The evil creatures in this building are definitely beyond your imagination. It will be too late to grab the wallet when you encounter danger."

She didn't want to let the agent die from her own negligence after she kindly provided all-round protection. If the four people in front of her couldn't walk out intact, I believe that Director Hodge with a poker face would definitely spend the rest of his life Time to stare at yourself.

Thinking of the situation of a small tail following behind her at any time, Megan couldn't help but lamented in her heart: "That's really... so unbeautiful."

Concerning their own safety, the three of Gideon all imitated their employer's demonstration and fixed the talisman papers very carefully on the least vulnerable position on their bodies.

"Okay, mission accomplished."

Megan smiled and said to the employee who was temporarily taken over by her: "I hope everyone can relax a bit, just treat it as participating in a different masquerade party. Even if you know that standing opposite you is a very scary underground creature. Learn to stay calm and not pass your panic on to other people."

"We are powerless to change the fate of more people. The only thing we can do is to protect ourselves. So in order to prevent the situation from deteriorating..."

She paused a bit when she said this, "Remember to keep silent."

"I'll take your advice to heart," Gideon promised.

Everyone's life is precious and irreplaceable, and it is definitely not the ending he wants to push more people to death because of a moment of mercy.

After finalizing the cooperation intention, the five people came to the hotel restaurant together.

The decoration here is no different from the guest rooms, all of which belong to the nostalgic style that can only be found in black and white movies.

It was dinner time at this time, and most of the seats were already occupied by customers who were eager to fill their stomachs but didn't like to go out.

Although they had no appetite, the four of Gideon still ordered some simple set meals in order to avoid attracting too much attention.

Megan elegantly cut the food on the plate, "I will ask Mr. Agent to help me discuss the remuneration with the program team later. Although I don't care about this small amount of money, I don't want to let the producer who takes advantage of the fire get too much money." Have a good time."

After careful identification, Gideon chose the safest vegetable soup to drink, "How much do you want?"

The woman on the opposite side smiled reservedly, "I hope the extra ones are enough to prepare a small Christmas gift for the children in the orphanage."

"Good idea."

Gideon nodded in agreement, and said to the doctor who was still afraid to touch the fork: "You can choose to eat only bread or salad."

Rhett hung his head in frustration, "I suddenly feel that being a vegetarian is not bad."

After seeing the melting fat, it was hard for him to get interested in eating meat.

Morgan, who wisely ordered fish, said with a wry smile: "Don't worry, this is just a short-term psychological barrier. After you go home and have a good sleep, you will find that your stomach is sending out a strong signal to eat."

Tasting the not-so-delicious coffee silently, Al watched the tenants who were feasting, "This feeling is really strange, like playing an inconspicuous passer-by who knows the direction of the story in a stage play."

Quietly watching the development of the plot, quietly watching the actors call the curtain.

"You get used to it, we still have a lot of time to get used to it."

Megan motioned them to look at the bar, "Look, the mighty proprietress is here, who will be her next target."

Under the fiery eyes of the men in the venue, Elizabeth, who had changed into a seductive outfit with wavy silver hair and a short skirt full of eroticism, came to the front of the wine cabinet and raised her flirtatious look to the bald man who was mixing With a straight face, he ordered arrogantly: "Liz, bring me a special bloody mary."

Hearing the last four words, the man showed a meaningful smile, "You know, I know."

He took down a sealed magnum from the top of the wine cabinet, and poured half a glass of the crimson liquid that exuded a fishy-sweet smell into the glass.

Elizabeth raised her attractive legs wrapped in black silk stockings, raised her head slightly to drink what was in the cup, and then sighed with hunger and thirst in her heart, "This is not enough."

The tip of her tongue touched the wine at the corner of her mouth, and she critically looked at the men around her who were about to move with her eyes like sifting through goods.

Finally, a handsome man who thought he was a good enough match came over, stared at her looming upskirt with naked eyes, and hinted: "Can I buy you a drink?"

Elizabeth raised her hand, and the silver armor inlaid with shining gemstones coolly brushed across the man's handsome and stylish side face, as well as the most soul-stirring pulse.

Sensing the uncontrollable commotion in her body, she swayed and walked ahead, ordering like a noble queen, "Go to my room."

Liz, who stayed at the bar, watched the two leave, shook her head and put away the glass with the bright red liquid still hanging on it, "It was another beautiful night."

He also had some small regrets in his heart. She was also a woman, but no one had ever noticed the one who bartended at the bar every night.

How sad is this feeling of silently waiting for love to come.

When Liz was full of melancholy, the agents in the corner also had a bad feeling.

"Will we see that man again?"

In fact, when he asked this sentence, Al already had the answer in his heart.

"Yes, but in a different way."

Megan's eyes seemed to fall on the howling man through the floors.

Understanding the meaning of the words, Morgan threw the tablecloth back on the table, "I really can't sit still, I want to go out and make a phone call to my family."

It's fine to say anything, he urgently needs to hear the voices of his loved ones to comfort himself.

Gideon glanced at his watch. "Remember to come back in two hours, if you don't want to bring danger to your family. Also, remember to carry a gun."

Despite the evil creatures in the hotel, this neighborhood is also a hotspot for drug dealers and violent criminals, so it's really not suitable for night travel.

"I want to go to the supermarket to buy something, so I don't have to come to the restaurant every time." Reed said.

In order not to hurt other people as much as possible, several people were deprived of the right to choose takeaway. Fortunately, there are many nearby businesses to choose from.

"I will go with you."

Al, who was full of coffee, complained: "I really don't want to step in here again."

More importantly, in a Shura field, how can you ensure that you will not eat the corpses of the same kind inadvertently?So she'd rather live off just that junk food.

"Red, help me bring some dog food for Coco, plus canned meat that you think is more delicious."

Megan smiled and handed over a few banknotes, "Don't forget to count your favorite food for me."

"Ok!"

Reid took the dollar bill shyly, "I remember Zhenzhen likes to eat cheese-flavored snacks, we can buy more potato chips and the like to pass the time, what do you think of this idea?"

"I have no opinion."

Megan added in her heart: "I just need a reason not to go downstairs, it doesn't matter what you buy."

After reconfirming that Gideon doesn't need anyone else to take out, the group of four walked out of the restaurant separately.

There is nothing to do for now, the profiler who wanted to divert his attention looked at the psychic lady next to him, "Why don't we talk to the producer about Christmas gifts?"

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: Although the couple in the hotel are not good people, but watching them is inexplicably touching. =, =

In addition, girls should be able to understand the choices made by the agents.

Another +1, the new cover of the scumbag author comes from the Zongzi of Tuhua Paradise, thank you.

Yoyo Luming, what's up~~