Different Dimension Game

After such a long period of training, Chen Xinyi also has some hunch abilities, which are very slight.

Facing this elevator, she didn't feel any crisis at all and stepped directly into it.

"Look, this is the elevator we came up from."

"Below is the first floor, and outside is the place to play basketball. Now there are night owls playing basketball. Did you hear the sound of basketball?"

"There is no Qingtian doctor..."

Chen Xinyi was stunned halfway through speaking, because she didn't press any buttons at all, but the elevator started running by itself!

The flashing lights seemed to laugh at the two people who entered the elevator.

"Move, move!" Xu Zhijun said loudly.

"Hey? What's going on here?" Ms. Chen's scalp was numb and her heart skipped a beat. She pressed the button on the elevator as fast as she could.

But no matter how you press it, it doesn't light up.

There was a feeling of weightlessness in the body, and the elevator began to fall rapidly!

The cell phone also lost signal.

"Huh?!" She closed her eyes and found that she couldn't get into the game training camp.

Immediately reacted, his calamity physique attacked! !

"No way, why is it like this all of a sudden..." Her little face was wrinkled, and she was about to cry.

The descending speed of the elevator is getting faster and faster, as if going to the eighteenth **** of hell, it falls down in a free fall.

"[Game]... Help, help!"

However, Xu Zhijun, who is five big and three rough, is still in a state of ecstasy, fantasizing that he can find a "Qingtian Hospital" that can cure all diseases.

The two of them disappeared into the base of the black-clothed guards.

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Meanwhile, Hong Kong Island.

A little light flashed through my mind.

Feng Ling, who was sleeping, vaguely sensed some kind of potential crisis.

She got up from the bed with sleepy eyes, put her carry-on luggage on her back, and rolled down from the hotel window.

"I might be heading somewhere..."

"A very important place."

"Don't bring this metal block."

Feng Ling didn't know where she was going, but she just followed the instructions in her heart and hurriedly interspersed in the alley.

Been trotting for over half an hour.

She came to a large building in the suburbs, surrounded by high walls.

At the gate on the north side, there is a sign: Guangyingli Funeral Home!

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And just 10 minutes after Feng Ling left, the police came here and knocked on the door "dong dong dong": "Round round! Is there anyone inside?"

No one responded.

The hotel staff used the key card to open the door of the room, but found that there was no one inside.

Just like in the TV series, the cops are always one beat slower, the bad guys run away, but the cops come to the door.

"Who called the police?" a member of the black guard asked.

"A man named Pan Hao who claims to be very famous..."

"Pan Hao... Who is it?" Several black-clothed guard investigators thought about it for a long time, but they didn't remember who this Pan Hao was.

Although they have learned about the recent Gorefiend incident, they often use pseudonyms in the textbooks for those involved who are still alive. Therefore, only a few people know Pan Hao's name.

On the bedside table, the two saw a large piece of silver-white metal. Because this thing was too heavy, Feng Ling didn't take it with him.

"What metal is this? What is this lady doing with such a large piece of metal?"

"Put down... Mithril! This is Mithril!"

Such a large piece of mithril made the two of them take a deep breath. This matter may be beyond their ability.

Several people reported it to a higher level at the fastest speed.

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"The guards in black are indeed here, but they don't seem to be at a high level. They are investigating that piece of mithril." Pan Hao was dozing off in the car when he suddenly received a call from his younger son.

"Why are there a few stinky fish and rotten shrimp? They didn't embezzle mithril, did they?"

Pan Hao lit a cigarette and took a puff.

Seeing that Feng Ling's figure disappeared into the night, she was not in a hurry to catch up. For those with high premonition ability, they are too anxious to track, but they are easy to be discovered.

There is a Beidou positioning system in Fengling's pocket. As long as she doesn't run into any strange space, she is not afraid of losing her.

"No, no, I think they are very careful in contact, the process is relatively standardized, and they even called to report to their superiors."

"I also knocked on the door and asked me if I saw any trace of this little girl. I said no, I don't know..."

"Well, it's good to answer like that."

Pan Hao was silent for a moment. Now that their family has gone on vacation overseas, only the youngest and brightest son is helping with some things.

The supernatural world is a channel to another class, it is very dangerous to step into it, but it is completely abandoned and reluctant.

Therefore, Pan Hao is only raising the smartest children. The next generation with insufficient xinxing can live an ordinary life well.

The so-called rich generation and rich second generation, how to say... Whether it is ambition, strong desire for success, or self-discipline, personality, there are some gaps between the rich generation and the rich second generation.

It is difficult to inherit wealth forever.

But this kind of thing, Pan Hao can be considered open, Qin Huang Han Wu, Tang Zong Song Wei, three hundred years of reincarnation dynasties, when his old Pan's children and grandchildren lose their family business, he is likely to be dead, who cares Got so much? He has no throne to inherit.

"Hey, these big organizations always have some organizational problems, and their response is slow. At the critical moment, I still have to rely on my old Pan to save the world." Pan Hao muttered, "This little girl ran away ahead of time."

"Dad, do you want me to come and pick you up? Who is that little girl? Is it worth paying so much attention to? Is it a strange thing on her body~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You have taken a fancy to it and want to rob?"

"Robbery and robbery, you know robbery. Just how many pounds and two taels do you have. Have you killed chickens or seen dead people? One of the dishes is one." Pan Hao scolded rudely, "Staying in your hotel, there are What news from the black-clothed guard told me, don't call, send text messages."

"Calling directly may kill your father."

"I know I know!"

He put the phone on silent mode and quietly followed in the car.

Soon, BYD arrived at its destination.

Pan Hao's pupils shrank slightly: "Guangyingli Funeral Home...what are you doing in this ghost place? I knew there was something wrong with this woman."

He ran to a funeral home in the middle of the night and was so frightened that he had goosebumps.

Fortunately, this funeral home is a formal government agency, and it burns hundreds of people a day. Even at midnight, there are quite a few family members of the deceased to keep watch.

Want to go in and see?

"There won't be any tricks for swindling corpses... a demon... Either wait here for the big man in black? Or wait for the saint here?"

Pan Hao wiped the cold sweat from his face, a little uncertain.

I searched again with my mobile phone: "The Qingtian Hospital in the past has been converted into this funeral home... Is there a problem with feng shui?"

Suddenly, the positioning signal on Feng Ling disappeared!

"People die and birds face the sky, and they will not die for ten thousand years."

Pan Hao bit his head, recited a few words "Blessed by the saint", and touched the letter of "My name is Pan Hao, but when you read this letter, I was already dead..." and resorted to a trick. , forcibly climbed over the high wall.

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