Wine and Gun

Narrator: But this adventure has never been seen before!

Caption: John Garcia, Security Consultant

JOHN: No sane person should come near here.

The camera cuts to a ripped interview clip.

Police officers obscured by mosaics: There are still several bodies that have not been found. They may be buried right under the house.

Narrator: You've all seen Hell's Kitchen—

Caption: Moina Van Acht, Founder, Design Director, M.Va.D.S (M.Va. Design Studio)

Moina (bleached purple highlights, black turtleneck, large leather skirt, huge sapphire necklace): You guys should be working, it's only nine o'clock at night. Work! Work! Yes, people are dead here, and you haven't slept for seventy-two hours, that's hard work. As a designer you have to learn to live on five cups of coffee a day.

Narrator: But this competition has never been seen before!

The shot cuts to Tiffany Liu weeping in the middle of a pile of planks and screws.

Moina: You have problems starting from the design concept.

The camera cuts to Jacob snarling and smashing a ruler on the ground.

Moina: When I received an order for a series of twelve haute couture gowns in two weeks, and was also in charge of the ceiling frescoes of the church, I was not as naive as you.

The camera cuts to Catherine screaming hysterically at the dòng on the wall.

Moina: If this is a dead man's mouth, and putting your hand in helps you move forward, then I suggest you put your hand in there.

Narrator: It doesn't just mean that our heads of households will get a sweet new home—

Smith: We're going to have a big pool, okay? Who the hell knows what's in that lake behind? a big pool. My son can try his mini kayak.

Narrator: Designers will also get unprecedented opportunities!

Moina: If you pass my test, you'll get $50,000 and a place in the M.Va.D.S. You have the opportunity to join the latest x project of Rolls-Royce and my studio, with attribution rights and 0.013% of the project dividend; you will also have a three-page interview column in VOUGE magazine.

The camera quickly replays the scene of the three designers crying.

Moina: If you don't pass-

pause.

Moina: Then you just failed.

Narrator: This summer!

The screen is black, and as the narration speaks, eye-catching subtitles are gradually displayed.

Narrator: All in comfweed!

Black screen, blood red characters and flame blood drop special effects:

Hell Murder House Renovation! 》

Chapter 135 The X Quiet Night

United States, Westland, West 5th District, 20:30

One quiet evening, shortly after dinner, Midaron Molozer stepped into his and his family's house in Westerland.

"Sorry, I'm a little late." Midaren touched the underside of his nose unnaturally when he stepped into the living room, which he always likes to do when he's lying, "Well, I met him when I was out taking out the trash. Veronica - I don't know if you remember her, she was my high school classmate who lived on the same block as us - we had a little chat..."

As the young man babbled about this, Hunter was intently using the remote to change the TV's channel, while changing the channel and stroking the dog lying in his lap. He interrupted, "Okay boy, you don't have to make excuses, we'll all be kind enough to pretend we didn't see you hiding behind the garage and kissing your little girlfriend."

Before he could finish his words, Midalen almost jumped up in place: "Hey—!"

Maybe he's going to protest something, or maybe he's blowing train steam effects out of his ears and nose. Anyway, his cheeks were as red as ketchup, and then Annie, who was sitting quietly on the sofa eating popcorn, grabbed his arm.

Annie grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously, and said loudly in an exaggerated tone: "What? Our millet Darren finally has a girlfriend?!"

In fact, she might as well not put such an obvious accent on "finally".

"Excuse me, can you all sit back on the sofa?" Olga commanded from the middle seat.

The aura of her condescending head of the family played a role, and Midalen sat beside Annie obediently, biting the latter about her girlfriend's ear. At the same time, Ms. Molozer's cushion said: "He doesn't have to be so shy. When he was his age, I would already drive girls out for a ride."

Then he turned to Midalen and whispered, "I can lend you my new car if you want to take her for a ride."

Olga poked the cushion's ribs with her elbow and complained, "Nobody's going to take a girl for a ride in a pink Aston Martin."

Here, we would like to introduce the cushion of this lady Olga Molozze in particular, because this character has never appeared in front of the previous story:

At the moment, Olga is leaning rather inconspicuously on the body of an ordinary handsome black-haired man named Hélèle Istar, a few days after the Westland pianist left Westland. I met him for months.

At present, she and Mr. Ista have a de facto marriage relationship, but when they go out, Olga usually refers to each other as "my boyfriend", and Mr. Ista himself likes to say, "I was taken care of by her. lover"

; and in Olga's house, he actually functions as a sofa cushion.

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