Working Prophet

Han Bin considers himself a steadfast person, but when he saw the ash tree, he was deeply shocked and even lost his mind for a moment.

But he quickly remembered his purpose of sneaking here tonight, took out his mobile phone, took a photo, and moved on.

The interior design of Hongye Villa adopts the Soviet-style garden style favored by many wealthy Chinese, with many trees, flowers, pavilions, rockeries and ponds.

And unlike those villa properties that just dig a pool and add some cornices and stilts and dare to claim to be national charm, the designers here are obviously very qualified. They fully display the characteristics of Su-style gardens that change the scenery step by step and recreate the world within a short distance. out.

Even someone like Han Bin, who knows nothing about architecture, felt relaxed and happy walking among them.

However, so many corridors and wrong views made Han Bin a little disoriented. Fortunately, the sound of a sports car saved him at this time.

Han Bin followed the sound and finally walked out of the mysterious vestibule and arrived in front of the main building.

Han Binmao looked towards the front of the building from behind a rockery and saw an Aston Martin parked there.

A young man stepped down from the cockpit. He was of Indian origin, handsome and with a strong body. He was like a natural clothes rack.

At this time, a waiter came over and wanted to help open the passenger door, but was stopped by the young Indian.

Then he went around to the other side and opened the door himself.

From Han Bin's perspective, he couldn't see the appearance of the person who got off the co-pilot. He could only tell from the back and dress that it was a girl of about ten years old.

Han Bin's pupils shrank suddenly, thinking of Tang Mengjia's mysteriously missing body.

He wanted to take a closer look, but the girl had already gone in with the Indian companion.

Han Bin was anxious. While another waiter was parking the car, he gritted his teeth and walked out from behind the rockery, lowered his head and walked towards the living room.

He tried hard to recall the waiter he met on the road. His tone and demeanor slowed down his pace and appeared as relaxed as possible.

Han Bin just walked across the lawn outside and arrived in front of the main building, while the other waiters seemed not to see him.

Han Bin didn't expect it to be so simple. These waiters didn't seem to know each other, and they didn't show any suspicion when he saw him, a stranger.

But Han Bin didn't know that if he passed through them and entered the living room, these people would still turn a blind eye like they did now.

But before Han Bin could lift his feet, the roar of the engine sounded in his ears again, and the roar came very quickly. It only took less than a minute to get here from the gate.

Han Bin estimated that the guy's speed was already over 400km/h.

Fortunately, the thing finally stopped about thirty meters behind Han Bin. Han Bin turned his head and saw a very exaggerated motorcycle.

It had four wheels, a long body, and a ridiculous-looking exhaust pipe.

Han Bin felt that the appearance looked familiar. After a while, he finally remembered that he had seen this motorcycle in a magazine.

It should be called Dodge Tomahawk, but its owner spray-painted it red, so Han Bin didn't recognize it at first sight.

And he thought that with this displacement, it would be illegal to drive on the road in China.

Having said that, Han Bin has not forgotten his current identity. The motorcycle is currently closest to him. Seeing that the other waiters have no reaction, Han Bin can only take the initiative to approach and ask.

"Do you want me to help you park the car?"

"No need." The rider on the motorcycle took off her helmet, revealing a face that was more beautiful than any celebrity or internet celebrity. Coupled with her model-like figure, it was enough to make every man passing by unable to look away.

But what really shocked Han Bin was what she did next.

She took out a folded A4 paper from her evening dress pocket and unfolded it in front of Han Bin.

The next moment, a majestic Dodge Tomahawk appeared on the originally empty white paper.

In contrast, the place where she parked her motorcycle is now empty.

After witnessing this, Han Bin couldn't help but take a breath and took half a step back. Unable to control his emotions anymore, he couldn't help blurting out, "Then, what is that, magic?"

"Magic?" The woman raised her eyebrows when she heard this, with a look of surprise in her eyes. "Interesting, I didn't know they added extra expressions and lines to the devils in the manor."

"Golem, what is a golem?"

"That's not important, I'm an employee of the third era, come to the annual meeting tonight, take me in."

"Yes." Han Bin also realized that he had lost his composure just now.

Mainly because what he saw was too difficult to understand. If the blank A4 paper could have been secretly replaced, how could such a big motorcycle disappear in the next second if it was just there? Woolen cloth.

Is there some mechanism underground?

But why did the woman in front of him want to act for him? Could it be that his identity has been exposed?

Many thoughts flashed through Han Bin's mind, but when he looked at the female rider, the expression on the latter's face was not fake.

And her words finally gave Han Bin a justifiable excuse to enter the living room of the main building.

So Han Bin could only put aside his distracting thoughts temporarily, led the way ahead, and led the female rider into the main building.

What caught his eye was an empty room nearly the size of six basketball courts.

The beams and columns of the mahogany house are built with a rectangular pool in the center, and there is a floating platform in the middle of the pool, on which are placed precious antiques.

On both sides of the pool are sofas and dining tables, and there is a bar behind which is full of wine cabinets, where the bartender is working with his head down.

At this time, many guests have already come to the living room, and they are gathering together in small groups to talk about something.

Han Bin saw the rich Slavic man who had driven him up the mountain before, and the head of the Bratis Cultural Communication Branch that he had focused on before.

The latter was sitting drinking juice with a handsome mixed-race guy, wearing a very handsome suit.

As if sensing Han Bin's gaze, Li Yu raised his head and took a look here, but only stayed for half a second, then moved away when he saw that he was not an acquaintance.

And Hephaestus also glanced this way, but then his face changed drastically, and he quickly lowered his head.

Han Bin knew that he definitely didn't have such deterrent power. He was just an ordinary waiter now. Sure enough, the voice of the beautiful rider came from his ear again.

"Okay, let's stop here and go and do your work."

Han Bin nodded, but he did not exit the living room. Instead, he found a mahogany pillar and stood there silently, following the example of the other waiters.

He continued to look around, but he didn't see Tang Mengjia and the handsome Indian guy in the crowd.