Chapter 294 (1/2)

The hotel room is a standard three bed room, because it is a shop that does not need to register, so the cleanliness of the room can only be said to be cleaner than the bedroom of a single dog

It's really just one drop.

Two men and two women live in the same room. According to the normal plot development, the story should come to a climax. Well, it's the climax that is permanently sealed.

But who are Li Nuo's three people? The incurable, the permanent middle and second disease patients, and the artificial people. In short, they are the abnormal three person group.

The first thing li Nuo does when she enters the room is to close the curtains, which makes Shangjun want to tease, but ten seconds later she knows she's wrong.

Li Nuo takes out his book and pen. Chabai and maljie sit down without saying a word. The three of them look at Shangjun as if the employees on business are waiting for the leaders to hold a meeting.

Shangjun is stunned. Even the wretched fag is so serious at the moment. Naturally, she is also influenced by this atmosphere and consciously filters out the colored thoughts in her mind.

”Sister, what are you doing?” Li Nuo cocked up his legs and said, ”tell me about the players you want us to help kill.”

”Don't you... Have a rest?”

Three people united frown, what is rest?

”Isn't the sun up yet?” Asked Marge.

With a deep sigh, Shangjun starts to talk about the players.

A moment later, Li Nuo recorded their information and portraits in the book.

Shangjun is surprised that Li Nuo Niu forces the painter to explode.

Li Nuo, Ma Erjie and chabai frowned and looked deep.

The appearance of these four people once flashed in their mind - the team of players who had already received the invitation letter of the fighting contest, Dongzhou HW team.

”Turgai marsh, male, 190cm tall, bald, with a strong face and strong muscles, specializes in melee combat. His weapon is a shield as big as a door. He has a stable personality and won't rush forward.”

”Yak...”???, Male, about 180cm in height, with short hair and greasy head, strong physique, sharp eyes, extreme personality, easy to be excited, I don't know the weapon, I have only seen him use a paper cutter. ”

”I don't know my name, male, about 180cm tall, thin, yellow, mentally ill. Most of the time, he stoops like a ghost. When he is out of order, he will attack everything around him hysterically and indiscriminately. His strength and speed are extremely terrible.”

”Yasuo...”

Li Nuo looks at the portrait of the fourth man and is lost in thought.

He has a gentle face, a pair of gold rimmed glasses and short brown hair. At first glance, he is an elite who goes in and out of high-grade office buildings every day.

According to Shang Jun, this man is the core of the four person team. All his abilities are unknown, because he has never been seen to attack, but he is the most terrible.

”Just like a prophet, he can see through the essence of everything that appears in front of him. As long as he is in the same script, he can know the attribute level and even the location area of all players. Any task can predict the fastest and most rewarding way to complete in advance. The other three people tightly surround him and follow his words.”

Li Nuo already has an answer to this description in his mind. Yasuo, like him and chabai, is an ”identity holder”. The abilities that Shangjun calls prophets probably come from [identity].

……

Several people never walk out of the room after that. Shangjun is not used to it. She only gets a reply about the danger in the street when she asks why.

Marjedi is in front of the window, picking the curtain and paying close attention to the situation outside. He and Li Nuo change shifts every three hours. Li Nuo squats up constantly in his spare time. Chabai leans on the bed to read or is in a daze. They never say a word, let alone close their eyes to have a rest.

Shangjun sees them as social elites, workaholics and high-tech talents

I think too much.

Until the sun sets again, and night falls, the door is knocked.

The door opened, and there was only one person standing outside, Mikado.

Or that pair of lazy sharp eyes, facial paralysis like expression, not the same is that he is wearing a very ordinary T-shirt casual today.