Singing and dancing flourished, creating a prosperous Chinese garden.
Elites from all walks of life and celebrities from the upper class gathered together, with polite and satisfied smiles on their faces, chatting quietly to the soft music.
Mr. Samuel has always been kind and approachable. They know his character, preferences and position very well.
If possible, with such a perfect partner, everyone present must hope that Kang City will always be under his rule.
Only then can it be a healthy market that meets everyone's expectations, is good for everyone, and allows everyone to get what they want.
The ladies need exposure, the businessmen need money, the down-and-out unrecognized descendants of the old aristocrats who got off the ship need an "identity"...
Everyone gets what they want.
Just like the last party, the last party, the last party.
What a beautiful world this is. Here, grief and suffering are even completely absent, as everyone can see.
Everyone is happy.
"Ladies and gentlemen."
Someone was standing on a small, makeshift round platform that was only knee-high.
Behind this gentleman in a well-dressed old-fashioned tuxedo, a whole small band was playing softly soothing music.
In keeping with the rhythm of the music, the gentleman smiled and bowed deeply.
"Thank you all for coming. I will still host this charity party for you today."
"Hey, Bol, we don't really care about listening to some more music."
Everyone burst into laughter, and the scene was extremely harmonious.
Bol, who was on the round stage, was also smiling. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Mr. Lewis, if you can sign for me on your 10th anniversary exhibition game commemorative football, I promise to come down right away."
In the audience, rugby star Lewis smiled and pointed at Bol on the stage.
The guests and hosts enjoy themselves.
On the stage, Boll ended his opening with just the right voice, just the right rhythm, and at the right place: "...then, in order to avoid being overly anxious by a certain athlete, let us ask you Old friend, our beloved Mr. Samuel, introduces the first collection of today.
Everyone, this collection was privately donated by Mr. Samuel. "
After looking around with a strange look, Boll, as the host, clapped gently and slowly backed away to the diagonal rear of the round stage.
There was an empty space in front of the simple podium.
The audience in the audience also clapped along with Boll's actions, talking quietly to the people around them, and looking in the direction of the side corridor and steps.
As for the meaning of Boll's look, there is really nothing to say. Being able to enter this room, to be able to stand here and applaud, already represents a lot of things.
You know, this is an irregular gathering by private invitation. Some people have been here many times, so do you need to remind me?
Everything is left unsaid, nothing more.
However, the applause had lasted for more than five or ten seconds. Everyone stretched their necks and looked up at the top of the stairs, but they still could not see that familiar figure.
"Well~ It seems we need to send someone to pick out cuffs and ties for Mr. Samuel, who has difficulty choosing."
Bol walked to the stage with a smile again, made a joke to everyone, and after arousing a burst of laughter, he waved gently.
Downstairs, a security guard wearing a wired headset quickly went upstairs and walked into the dim corridor.
Along with Bol, everyone's eyes once again gathered at the top of the stairs, and even the band's music quietly stopped.
Ta, Ta, Ta...
Slow and rhythmic footsteps came from the direction of the roof. Slowly, they saw a familiar figure and the face of Mr. Samuel who gradually emerged from the darkness.
God, he looks bad.
His hair was messy, his face was pale, his eyes were downcast, he...
"Oh my god..."
Zhiqa~!
A harsh sound came from somewhere in the hall, someone accidentally knocked over the table, and the wine tower fell to the ground, bleeding red like blood.
"H-his head...that's his head!"
"Oh my God! What happened...Help! Help!"
"ah--!!"
As a hand grabbed Mr. Samuel's hair, straightened his arm and lifted his head, it walked out of the darkness and toward the light. Everyone present finally saw everything clearly.
It was a severed head, with eyes still slightly open and bleeding...
head.
That's Mr. Samuel's head.
The person grabbing his head was a guy wearing a mask, and there was a cat squatting on his shoulder.
"ohmygod!"
In an instant, the entire hall was in chaos, screams were heard one after another, and people fled in all directions.
At the top of the stairs, Lin En, who was wearing a mask, rolled his eyes at the kitten on his shoulder with dissatisfaction.
"Didn't you say that they would be shocked by me and remain motionless?"
"Meow, I didn't expect there to be so many cowards... It's not right, it's not bold, it's not right... Oh, I don't know!"
"I knew I couldn't count on you!"
Reaching out and taking out the pistol that had not been used for a long time, Linn's fingers kept lighting up with orange light, and one clone after another appeared from nowhere, and then quickly disappeared.
Ta, Ta, Ta...
Stepping on the wooden stairs, Lin slowly walked downstairs step by step and stood at the podium.
"Good evening, everyone."
Under the stage, someone stood upright tremblingly and looked at Lin En on the podium.
"This...unknown gentleman, we don't know why you are here, but if you are just seeking personal revenge, I suggest you leave as soon as possible. You should know who you just killed."
Shrugging, Linn said in a helpless tone: "It's very unfortunate. I know what I killed... No, you have no evidence to prove that I just shot him from behind and then chopped him off." I cut his head and took away his safe~"
As if very happy and proud, Lin En stood on the stage and clapped her hands.
"Sir, if you came here looking for money, I believe you have got what you want.
If you are not satisfied, people here, as long as you promise not to harm us, we can collect more than one million worth of property for you. "
The white-haired old gentleman who spoke took out a pocket watch from his pocket: "I believe we will not let you down."
"Can……"
Linn shook his head: "I seem to have disappointed you."
The arm holding the gun was stretched out. After a bang, the security guard who tried to wrap up from Linn's side was shot in the arm.
Linn glanced at his hand in confusion, then put the gun around his neck and aimed it behind him. Two more gunshots were fired, and the two security personnel hidden in the band were also killed.
Then, he stretched his hand forward, and there were several gunshots in succession, but this time there was no miss.
"Huh? Don't even think about running away."
The few people who tried to take advantage of the chaos to escape were all shot in the back and fell limply to the ground.
This time, everyone in the hall looked gray and depressed.
"You, do you know what you just did! Do you know who you killed!"
A slightly rich fat man stood next to the pillar, yelling at the top of his lungs and sweating profusely: "You just killed..."
"I know."
Linn's voice was very soft, but it completely reached the ears of everyone present.
It also interrupted the fat man's noisy and feeble roar.
There was silence. Everyone was looking at Lynn on the stage. Lin En also looked at everyone equally, but no one dared to look at Lin En.
When the eyes glanced at their faces, they always timidly avoided looking at them.
The hall, which a few minutes ago had been bustling with people and filled with laughter and laughter, was now filled with unspeakable depression.
Fear spreads in everyone's heart.
At this time, the doorbell rang.
Ding dong~
A simple and melodious ringtone turned out to be more terrifying than a gunshot at this moment. Several guests who had drunk too much drinks and red wine were so happy that they wet their pants and shoes.
Ding dong~ding dong ding dong ding ding ding ding…
The doorbell rang more frequently and manically, making everyone sweat profusely.
"Um...who ordered the takeout?"
Lin En leaned on the podium with his arms: "We are all civilized people in the upper class, so we shouldn't let people knock on the door all the time."
As he said that, Linn pointed at a tall man and said, "Sir, you are relatively close there. Could you please open the door?"
"Me? Ah! Ah, okay..."
Jason Brick, an excellent track and field athlete. He swallowed hard, and while cursing the masked man in his heart, he also told himself very clearly over and over again: when the door opens, it is his only chance!
Putting his trembling hand on the doorknob, Jason turned the doorknob, pulled the doorknob as soon as the latch sounded, and ran out as fast as he could!
Then……
He bumped into a large group of masked people standing at the door.
"Hey~ I'm so anxious~"
"Ah! Ah——! Let me go! Let me go! Help! Help..."
After kicking him in the face, Lynn's clone, who was carrying an escaped guest, bent down, pulled up one of his feet, and dragged the unconscious Jason Brick into the house.
"Oh. It's you. Who did I think ordered the takeaway?"
Linn smiled and took two steps forward and handed the pistol to a bejeweled lady in front of him: "Can you please help pass this gun to the masked man who just came in over there."
Before the pistol was in her hand, the lady rolled her eyes and fainted.
"Someone come and give her artificial respiration, you, you come."
Then randomly assigned a guy with his hands raised, Linn turned his eyes to the side and handed over the pistol: "Can you help me if you are bothered?"
This person's psychological quality is very good, he is just shaking but not dizzy.
After taking the pistol, the man clenched the gun in disbelief and took two trembling steps back.
There seemed to be another way before him.
But he didn't dare to gamble.
Even though he has been dealing with guns all his life and faced "criminals" every time, he still dared not gamble.
Ever since he chose to bow to someone ten years ago, something he once had was gone.
What comes from... courage? Conscience? glory? Maybe both, maybe neither.
Now, he could only whisper in a low voice: I am doing it for my family, I am doing it for my family... I can't die... I can't die... Then he lowered his head step by step and walked in the direction of the masked men.
The road of these dozens of steps was more difficult than the road he had experienced in the past decades.
But suddenly, with a flick of his hand, the gun was taken away.
And he himself was strangled by someone.
"Don't come here! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
A young man with shiny hair, a bunch of rings on his hands, and a conspicuous tattoo on his neck was holding a gun and pointing.
"Do you know who my dad is! Let me get out of here, or you will be dead!
I know the rules, I won't say anything, I didn't see your faces! Get me out of here! "
On the stage, Linn scratched his chin. He couldn't help but sigh: "The composition of the people in this house is quite complicated. There are even vibrant social groups."
After saying that, Lin En gave up his seat with a smile and leaned sideways on the podium: "Hey! What is your name...? Haha, who is your father? Maybe he knows me, please sign up for a family name Address or something.
It’s easy to discuss something~”
"Stop talking nonsense! Let me go! Otherwise I..."
"Otherwise you?"
Lin En walked forward, and the crowd naturally separated, leaving a large open space.
"Fake! I told you not to come here!"
"Ouch, I'm so angry. I'll come over here. How about it? I jumped back again~ I jumped out again~ How about it? Hit me, you're stupid..."
boom!
There was a gunshot and Linn fell to the ground.
The muzzle of the gun trembled up and down, and smoke came out.
The young man was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes became firm again. This was not the first time he had committed murder.
"You are all told to get out of the way! Get out of the way! I asked you to get out of the way! Do you hear me!"
"Hey hey hey..."
"nonono~"
"You can beat us all to death and then walk out on your own."
"Look what's behind you."
The masked men seemed completely unaware of what was happening, and just kept provoking, and then made harsh mocking sounds.
The young man's eyes were splitting, and he was suffering from great fear, so he turned the gun behind him.
But suddenly, it poked someone in the forehead.
"Maybe... you can beat me to death this time, maybe..."
The masked man whom he had just beaten to death stood behind him at some point.
"promise me……"
The masked man slowly raised his hand and grabbed his gun: "I won't hit my waist next time, okay~ eh? Come on, hand the gun to the person behind you. Okay, that's right~ You're so obedient...
Let the poor gentleman go, you seem to be strangling him.
Hmm...it seems to have been strangled...
Everyone! this! This man is a murderer! Everyone has seen it! Yes or no?
Um? "
No one answered. Linn stepped forward quickly, picked up the gun, and hit someone in the chest.
"Yes or no!"
"Ah yes!"
"Yep!"
"Ah... we, we all saw it!"
"He killed the man! He also killed Mr. Samuel!"
Suddenly, the crowd was excited.
People were extremely excited and spoke in unison.
"look……"
Lin En gently hugged the young man with dull eyes, leaned close to his ear, and whispered: "These people... are so hateful...
Obviously I was the one who killed Samuel, but they put the credit on you.
I'm really...sad. "
Raise your hand, bang.
The young man fell to the ground.
"Ladies and gentlemen."
Lynn stepped back onto the stage and placed Samuel's head on the stage.
"Well, after taking care of the only bad guy here, I announce that the auction will continue.
The first auction item, and the only auction item, is... your lives. "
Lin En raised the small wooden hammer and fiddled with it twice: "As for the quotation... because I am not interested in money, I have never touched money.
Therefore, you need to tell the story of the crime committed by another person present.
As for me, I will eliminate the criminals one by one and ensure that everyone left in this room is innocent.
Until the last 20 people are left.
Don't lie to me. Cheating will kill people.
So……"
Boom.
The gavel struck.
"The auction begins."
For well-known reasons, I can't write too straightforwardly, so I'll just make do with it. The transitional plot will end soon.
(End of chapter)
