[comprehensive] superior skills

After some probing with a hidden blade, Gideon, the temporary agent and producer, keenly captured the transaction price that was most acceptable to each other, and finalized the performance contract of the special guest in the shortest time.

Marveling at the numbers on the check, Megan smiled at the calm old gentleman and asked, "Should I pay you some dividends, just like the usual practice in the entertainment industry?"

Should it be said that he is an industry elite? It seems that nothing can be difficult for a profiler who is best at spying on people's hearts.

Gideon gave her a deep look. "No, I've already been paid the best."

His hand touched his chest, where a small triangular symbol was hidden.

Seeing that the other party was not pretending to refuse, Megan put away the fluffy little piece of paper, "Okay, then use it to do something more meaningful."

Because the crew were all in the same corridor, it didn't take long for the two of them to say goodbye to the producer and return to the guest room near the edge.

Before entering the room, she made a phone call gesture, "If there is anything wrong, wake me up as soon as possible, or just knock on the door."

Gideon nodded gravely, "I will."

He took a deep breath and strode into his own guest room.

Megan, who was a little slower, paid close attention to the movement next door, and returned to room 64 until she was sure that there was no cry for help in the room.

On the sofa near the window sill, Ke Ke was sleeping peacefully in the cage.

The belated hostess lifted the covering, and was relieved to see that its pet ring was still intact.

"It's quite interesting."

Megan looked around the room where no unclean things were hidden, and said to the original owner who had visited: "I hope you can continue to maintain a gentleman's demeanor and don't disturb the peace of a lady. Correspondingly, I don't Tell your wife the secret you least want anyone to know."

Maybe this sentence was too irritating, she had just put down her luggage when she found a mustache man wearing a bomber jacket beside the closet.

"Miss, I am very curious about the secret in your mouth." He said.

Although March tried his best to conceal the thoughts in his heart, the flash of his soul just now had betrayed his true intention.

"What do you want to know? About the couple who didn't show up on time? Or the wife you didn't elope as agreed?"

Megan opened the window and let the night breeze blow away the stale air in the house, "I'm not interested in the way you get along as a couple. I just want to remind you, at least don't play tricks on the few people I brought."

March's expression changed slightly, and he rubbed his boots on the floor unconsciously, "Dear guest, I am sorry for the unnecessary misunderstanding before, and I promise to follow the rules of the game to make that well-prepared dinner a perfect ending."

He leaned back, and stopped before feeling the scorching pain that would tear his soul, "Please allow me to keep the only humble feeling in my heart, and never reveal this mystery."

"Why not?"

Megan smiled, "Two souls who have committed countless crimes are not eligible to be redeemed by true love. The bone-destroying betrayal and the pain you wish for are the rewards you deserve."

March did not express dissatisfaction with her meanness, but was happy to keep his beloved wife, "Thank you for your generosity."

He bowed again, and it gradually dissipated in the air like a morning mist.

"Are you sure you really love her? Or is it because of the morbid possessiveness?"

Megan looked at the empty room, "Just like the drug addicts, shemale and all kinds of monsters collected before, she is just a toy that you can't put it down."

It's unbelievable that a wife who keeps cheating and a husband who doesn't want to lose his soul mate have been fighting for nearly a hundred years in a small hotel.

Their greatest revenge on each other is to make each other lose what they want most, and vent their pain by killing.

"It's time to end this."

Megan sat on the newly cleaned big bed and thought, "As long as the show can be played smoothly."

While she was imagining that the hotel was deserted because of its great reputation, and the evil spirits could only wander in anger and hopelessness in the corridors exuding a rotten smell, someone knocked on the door from the outside.

"Reid?"

Just as Megan's smile raised, she found herself greeted by a strange visitor, "Who are you?"

A girl with a hot body blocked the door, "Hi, Megan, I heard your name in Greene. I'm Shamansa Wilson, and I want to talk to you about the show."

Megan's eyes slid past the beautiful cheek that was still childish, and then fell on the magnificent career line of the other party, and suddenly understood the meaning of her mention of Green, "Please come in."

Shamansa quickly squeezed into the door, looking at the extraordinarily tidy room in front of him, and the most surprising little pet.

"Do you have anything to say?"

Megan sat back to the previous position, reminding her not to forget the only topic that can communicate with each other.

"Oh, so it is."

Shamansa bit her lower lip, "I don't think you know my identity, well, this not-so-dignified deal shouldn't be kept secret for long. I'm just a low-level character, and I once participated in an episode that ended without a problem. beauty pageant."

"Green gave me the opportunity to show my face through this special. And what I have to do is to stay with him for a while during this period."

"and many more?"

Megan interrupted her narration, "Are you saying this has something to do with me?"

A bad guess suddenly appeared in her mind, "You don't think that Green and I have the kind of relationship you think, do you? So you're here to declare your sovereignty?"

"No! Not so!"

Shamansa explained in time: "I know Green, and it is impossible for him to hand over the championship position only by female sex. What I want to say is that because there is no possibility of pretending to be a psychic, the other six The women who see the problem are very repulsive to me. But the most hostile is you, and they think you stole their limelight."

Her voice lowered a little, and her slender fingers began to rub together uneasily.

"So you think the enemy of your enemy is your friend, and want to ask for help from me?"

Megan held her chin and sighed, "You shouldn't be an adult yet, right?"

Shamansa's lips trembled slightly, and finally she said her real age, "16 and a half years old, but it is written on my registration form. I know that many people will look down on me, but this is the way this world is, no one can get something for nothing. "

It is far more difficult than imagined to stand out in the vanity fair of Hollywood, where the weak can eat the strong. There are countless young girls and even boys with better conditions who put their own prices on the display stand.

And the only thing she can do is to seize every opportunity that comes her way.

So whether it's the lustful producer or the Megan Kane in front of her, as long as it can help her become the most eye-catching person on the show, she is willing to pay any price.

"Any price?"

Hearing the little girl's inner voice, Megan shook her index finger disapprovingly, "Don't make promises lightly, when you don't know enough about the world. Compared to a little girl's request, I'm more interested in those psychics How do you want to put your anger into action?"

Unexpectedly, her thoughts were leaked, and Shamansa showed a look of extreme shock, "I didn't overhear all the content, but those women will definitely use this program to expose your mask and use The reason for the black box operation broke the previous record of victory."

If she was still hesitant about her decision before entering the door, now all that is left is ecstasy.

The amazing Megan really lived up to the title given to her by fans.

"This is really an unexpected matchup that people look forward to."

Megan walked slowly towards the ambitious little man with a dazzling light in his eyes, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

It's not her style to be passive. Women's wars should be resolved privately by women.

Thinking of the palpitation moment just now, Shamansa trembled and said excitedly: "I want to succeed you and become the new queen of "Telepathy"!"

In the early hours of the morning, Al, who had exhausted enough energy on the dance floor, returned to the hotel drunk and walked alone in the gloomy lobby.

The seductive man at the reception has long disappeared, and the chandelier on the ceiling emits a pale halo.

She suddenly felt a little nauseous, and quickly covered her mouth and got into the elevator.

The elevator that climbed slowly during the day began to shake frame by frame, and a pungent smell similar to formalin soaking liquid permeated the enclosed space.

Al tried hard to open his eyes wide, but found that all the buttons in the elevator had turned into fuzzy mosaics.

"Go away! Don't bother me!"

She waved her arms and shouted, and then accidentally jumped out the moment the elevator door opened.

"How are you?"

A steady bass sounded from above, Al raised his head and wanted to say something, but he could only faint in the white shadow in front of him.

The severe dizziness finally dissipated, and when she woke up again, she found that she was sleeping in a strange room.

It is still the uniform decoration of the hotel, but there are many exotic decorations in the room.

"Oh, this is really bad."

Al washed his face at the sink, and said to himself who was extremely pale in the mirror.

Although her clothes are still intact, and even her purse and gun are placed in the most conspicuous position at the head of the bed, this does not bring any comfort to those who escape reality through alcoholism.

When she pulled herself together and wanted to find a pen and paper to leave a few words of thanks for the owner of the room, a strange sound suddenly came from behind the shower curtain.

The rough and orderly friction is like a knife edge repeatedly scratching the tough bark.

In the silent room, this devil-like vibrato is like a drum beating on the soul, making people shudder.

"Come on, you can do it!"

Al's chest heaved violently, and he pulled back the plastic sheet with the same courage as when he fired the first shot at the suspect.

On the wall less than one meter away from her, there were two men and women covered with ugly yellow-brown moss on their stomachs. They were sewn together by thick needle holes like conjoined twins.

The man who was enjoying the fatal pleasure slowly turned his head, "Want to join us, baby!"

He shook his body quickly as if he never knew he was tired, and the woman under him also turned her neck at an incredible angle, with a look of joy mixed with pain.

"No!"

Al screamed and fell to the ground, shrunk to the corner of the wall.

"Gideon! Morgan!"

She hugged her chest and kept shouting, wanting to get support from her companions, but no one responded.

When Al was about to despair, a man walked into the bathroom and sprinkled white powder on the pair of conjoined monsters.

The men and women who were still maliciously intimidating disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if they had never appeared before.

"What is that, my hallucination?"

Al clutched his shoulders tightly, and his body was trembling with extreme fear.

"Why be afraid, they can't really hurt you."

The man walked to her feet, "Otherwise you won't even have a chance to scream."

Al looked up the straight legs wrapped in jeans and recognized the faces that had passed by before.

"It's you?"

She didn't expect that it was the Indian who saved her.

Dana Platt said expressionlessly: "As an unarmed ordinary person, even with the protection of the Guardian God, he should not rashly come to an unclean place."

If he hadn't noticed the looming holy aura on the woman, he wouldn't be nosy and bring her back.

After all, no one would be kind enough to help his old enemy, even if that person was also responsible for eliminating evil spirits.

Thinking of this, Pratt's eyes turned dark, "The alarm is off, you can leave Ma'am."

Al supported the water pipe and stood up, wanting to say something for the previous recklessness, but he was still defeated by the other party's indifferent eyes.

She put away her belongings, and walked out of the room that once gave her a sense of security in embarrassing silence.

"number 52."

Al recited the man's residence silently in his heart, then turned and walked towards the elevator.

Nothing happened this time, and the elevator quickly took her back to the place where she should appear most.

Rhett, who had been circling around the door, was very happy to see his partner, "Al, I thought you were out!"

In fact, he came to block the door early only because he was too worried, but he didn't expect the master to spend the night outside.

Looking at the other party's tired face, Reid asked cautiously: "Are you okay?"

Al took a deep breath, touched the amulet hanging on his wrist and smiled, "Of course!"

Even if she is humblely relying on the protection of others, she will work hard with her companions to survive until she returns to the world she is most familiar with.

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: Players who are more deadly than the detectives are about to appear, and the Indian man is also a very important cannon fodder. =, =

Kiss my baby, okay~~