Jensen ...... "Famick glanced at the woman who had left.

"Ignore her, I'll take care of it."

Jensen clapped his hands, drawing the attention of the others.

"Since we all want to stay here, we are trustworthy partners with each other."

He took out the map in his hand, "This map and the black box are put together, I think the address on it must be hiding a big secret." ”

"Maybe it's wealth, maybe it's the truth of the world."

"Spells, magic, or the secret of immortality!"

Jensen's language was inflammatory, and he held out his hand.

"We're about to embark on a crazy journey, I'll ask again."

"Would you like to join?!"

"I do!"

Famick was the first to reach out.

"Me too!"

The palms of the crowd were folded together, eye contact was made, and everyone thought they had made the right choice.

"What about those who didn't attend this meeting?"

Someone asked.

"That's their sorrow, they don't know what they're missing!"

Jensen sneered.

When the meeting was over, Jensen went to his room with the black box in his hand, locked the door, placed the box on the table, opened it, slit his wrist, and dripped a few drops of blood on the papyrus.

"Great being, your servant Jensen has fulfilled your commission."

There was nothing unusual in the room, and if outsiders saw it, they would think Jensen was talking to himself.

But at this moment, Jensen's face that was originally reflected in the bronze mirror suddenly became distorted, and then an unfamiliar face appeared in the bronze mirror.

The face is clear, and he wears a mask made of bark.

Jensen picked up the papyrus in the black box, and the blood he had dripped on it was completely dissipated.

Immediately after that, a line of clear self appeared.

"Who was the first woman I slept with?"

The answer appears under the question.

One after another, Jensen watched silently, and all the records on them were the most unspeakable dark secrets buried in the writer's heart.

Mastering these secrets is equivalent to mastering the lives of some people.

Jensen had a smile on his lips.

"After signing this contract, none of you can escape!"

He was talking to himself all the time, when the face in the bronze mirror changed again, and the bark mask changed into his appearance.

"I need a little gore to make them obedient."

Jensen's fingers rubbed against the paper.

"Which one to start with?"

"Tsk."

"Don't even let go of your own sister, you're really a scumbag!"

"That's you."

As soon as the words fell, the figure in the bronze mirror disappeared, and Jensen closed the black box with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Dear Govi, what should I do to get you to sign this contract?"

At the same time, in a room on the fourth floor, a man with a strong physique was indulging in his engagement, but although his body was moving mechanically, his eyes were a little straight, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Concentrate on me, what do you think of me?"

"Some fantasy woman?"

The female companion was obviously a little unhappy, and angrily pushed the man away, then picked up the bikini on the ground, cursed and left.

The man didn't say anything, filled the cup with liquid, and drank it up.

His face was gloomy, and his mind remembered everything that had just happened.

"How could anyone know about this?"

"She's so young, it's impossible for her to make memories......"

Just as he was thinking, there was a sudden knock on the door, the man opened the door, and the female companion who had just left went and returned.

"Did you drop anything?"

He asked, a little irritably.

Smack.

The woman who entered the door closed the door with her backhand, then stepped forward and pushed the man standing by the bed down.

The man was about to say something, but he saw an extremely familiar face.

"Sister ......"

He opened his mouth in panic, and the next moment, the woman's eyes became like black holes.

Laugh at!

It was as if the spirit and soul were going to fall into it.

In a daze, he didn't even notice a sharp weapon poking down.

…………

"Have you eaten enough?"

Mira poked her head out of the covers and looked at Roger as she devoured it.

On the table in front of Roger was enough food for seven or eight adults, but by this time it was almost all eaten.

Roger let out a pleasant burp, "It's not bad, I'm really hungry these days, I need to replenish my strength." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Mira.

The two were talking, when suddenly there was a heart-rending scream outside the door.

"Dead ...... Dead! ”

"Help!"

Roger's face changed slightly, and he opened the door to look out.

At the end of the hallway, a woman in a bikini was shouting loudly, her face covered in horror with some blood on her soles and calves.

Mira was also dressed at this time, and the people in the other rooms also walked out.

"What happened?"

Jensen arrived from the other direction, followed by Famick, and the crowd flocked to the end of the hallway.

The carpet in the room was soaked with blood.

A naked man leaned against the head of the bed, his face pale but with a strange smile, and a wine glass in his hand, in which a lump of flesh from the man's body was placed.

In his other hand was a pair of blood-soaked scissors.

The pungent smell of blood filled the room, and the young man who couldn't stand the shock when he saw this scene vomited on the spot.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

"Call the police, call the police!"

"The murderer must still be on board!"

Someone shouted.

No one would associate such a death with suicide.

Roger frowned, he carefully avoided some traces and walked into the room, where no one was seeing, and the hunter's vision turned on.

The messy information in the room burst into his mind, his nose twitched, and Roger analyzed the smell of the room other than blood.

Messy sheets, sweat stains, bodily fluids, and alcohol that volatilizes in the air.

"No medicine."

Roger glanced back at the woman in the bikini.

"You're the last to leave the room and the first to spot him."

Tears blurred his eyes, and there was even an extra puddle of water under the bikini, but Roger had already gotten the answers he wanted from the woman's feedback.

What made him feel strange was that this man was actually suicidal.

Retracting his gaze, Roger glanced back, and a pair of bright eyes caught his attention.

It was a dark-haired woman standing at the back of the crowd, with a pair of turquoise eyes, like a pool of water, bottomless.

The woman also noticed Roger, and the light in her eyes flashed and she let out a soft sigh.

Then she withdrew her gaze and walked out of the scene.

Roger hesitated, parting the crowd and following the brunette woman.

The woman seemed to know that Roger was following, and went straight to the deck, where the sea breeze was blowing his long hair, and Roger actually smelled a hint of green grass in it.

"You killed him?"

Luo asked loudly.

The woman turned her head and raised her beautiful eyebrows slightly, "I'm not that boring. ”

"They made a pact to the death."