Closing the door, a thin young man with glasses walked to the front.

Everyone noticed the black box he was holding.

"Since you're here, you probably agree with what I've said."

The bespectacled young man is named Jensen, and his family is engaged in the ocean shipping industry, "I think everyone must have encountered some strange things in their lives, some things that cannot be explained by common sense. ”

The deep voice suddenly rose up.

"There are still unknown sides of the world that we don't know about."

His gaze swept over everyone's faces, especially the Famic people, who had seen mermaids on the island before, and naturally they were extremely agreeable.

Jensen's gaze rested on a dark-haired woman sitting at the back of the conference room, a tall, fair-skinned beauty, her black hair casually draped but not messy.

The eyes are pale green, like two brilliant gemstones.

He placed the black box in his hand on the table.

The material of the box is very special, neither stone nor wood, as if it has been immersed in seawater for a long time, and the bulges on the surface are reminiscent of animals with slippery bodies.

Jensen opened the box and removed a piece of worn-out parchment.

"What is this?"

Everyone's breathing became a little short.

"Magic, spells?"

Said a woman sitting next to Famik.

If Roger had been standing here, he would have recognized the identity of this woman, the same woman in the bikini he had saved.

Jensen shook his head and opened the parchment in his hand.

"This is a treasure map, a treasure map of the wreck of the Mary Hilles."

"Treasure map?"

Listening to his words, everyone present could not hide the disappointment on their faces.

"Hey, man, you're going to show us this after all this preparation?"

"You can't be deceived by some antique dealer, are you, and there are still people who believe in the tricks of treasure maps in this day and age?"

"Haha!"

"Who among all the people here is really short of money?"

Famick spoke.

His words caused laughter from the crowd.

Jensen's face was straight, "The family's assets belong to the family, how much does it really belong to us?" ”

Then he pushed the box in front of him forward, "What's more important is this box." ”

The inside of the box, in the upper part of the opening, is inlaid with an oval bronze mirror, and the human face is slightly deformed on it, which looks a little weird.

The lower half is flat, with a piece of papyrus in the middle and a quill next to it.

The tip of the pen is sharp, the hardness is comparable to that of metal, and the feathers are brightly colored, with a bright red like blood near the middle.

Jensen pushed the box to Famick, who was closest to him.

"Prick your finger with the tip of a pen and write a question on paper to which only you know the answer."

Jensen's expression was solemn.

"Pricked fingers?"

Famick hesitated.

"Just a little bloodshed."

The man sitting next to him pulled through the box with a big grin, grabbing the quill as he spoke, pricking his fingertips.

Laugh at!

There was a strange suction from the hollow quill pen, and the man's face changed slightly, and the tip of the pen was soaked with blood in an instant.

His expression became solemn at this time.

"Is it written on it?"

The man asked, looking up.

Jensen nodded, "Remember, you have to write down the questions to which only you know the answer." ”

The man looked left and right, and Famick stepped back playfully, leaving him plenty of space.

Picking up the pen, he used a blood-stained quill pen to write a line on the sedge.

"Who was the first woman I slept with?"

After doing all this, the man raised his head and looked at Jensen not far away.

"And then?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man stood up in panic.

“WTF！”

On the box in front of him, the red handwriting on the papyrus swam as if it had come to life, and then the letters on it rearranged and combined.

Hearing his words, the people next to him couldn't help but come over, and when they saw the handwriting swimming on it, everyone's faces changed greatly.

"Emily Wild."

Someone pronounced the letters on the papyrus.

"Your sister's name."

Famick glanced at the man beside him, "What questions did you write?" ”

The man didn't answer, but looked at Jensen in the distance with a look of horror, and the next second he rushed forward like a raging brown bear.

"Damn, what did you do to me?!"

He raised his fist and smashed it.

"Calm down."

Jensen dodged the man's fist.

"I didn't do anything."

He lifted the parchment in his hand, "Do you still doubt the authenticity of this thing?" ”

The man gasped, clenched his fists, and walked towards the door.

"What the hell, it's too evil, I'm going to quit!"

Jensen lifted his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Are you sure you want to quit this game?"

No one noticed that Jensen had a hint of weirdness in his eyes at the mention of the game.

"Fuck you game!"

“FU！”

The man stretched out his middle finger and walked away.

The atmosphere in the arena became a little cold for a while.

"Is anyone else going to quit?"

Jensen said leisurely.

"I'm going to give it a try!"

Famick stood up on his own initiative, and what happened to his companion made him realize that something was unusual.

For people like them, ordinary beauties and enjoyment are no longer able to arouse any interest.

Pick up the quill in the box.

At this time, there was not a drop of blood in the barrel of the pen.

It's as if the pen has the power to perceive in advance what the writer wants to ask.

Enough blood was taken beforehand to write a complete question.

Famick took a deep breath and pricked his finger with the tip of his pen.

After a second, he picked up his pen and wrote down his question on a piece of paper.

This time he was careful, took a few steps back with the box in his hand, and saw the magical scene again.

Letters swim, and answers to questions appear on paper.

Famic's face changed wildly.

"Smack!"

Without hesitation, he closed the box and looked at Jensen with a look of horror, at which point he even felt the urge to pull out his gun.

"This ......"

Famick opened his mouth but said nothing.

After a long while, when he opened the box again, the handwriting on the paper was gone.

He let out a long breath.

"Are you leaving, too?"

Jensen asked.

Famick shook his head and sat down in a chair next to him.

The performance of the two in a row has made everyone's curiosity reach a critical point.

Then the boxes were passed down one by one, and everyone who tried it could not hide the surprise in their hearts.

In the process, someone stays and someone leaves.

Soon there was only one person left in the room who hadn't made the attempt, the dark-haired woman sitting in the back row of the room.

"Govi, it's your turn."

Jensen's voice slowed, his attitude towards this woman was noticeably different from the others.

Everyone's eyes looked.

The woman named Gervi shook her head, and there was no hesitation in her green pupils.

"No, I already know."

Her voice is soft, reminiscent of the wind in a valley.

After saying that, he stood up, pushed the door and left.

See this scene. Jensen's face sank slightly.

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