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Chapter 407 407. Fierce place

Gucheng Hotel.

Although a tragic disaster happened here a few years ago, and hundreds of people died in strange ways in the banquet hall, leaving countless rumors behind, but now, the Gucheng Hotel is still prosperous, especially as this mysterious gambling game is about to open. time.

However, the people participating in this gambling game are really complex. There are officers from the rebel provisional government, local gangs that have been entrenched for many years, as well as wealthy businessmen, speculators with ulterior motives, and bankrupts who grasp at the last straw to save their lives. Exciting adventurers, including strangers and dignitaries.

When a matter involves many people, it is usually impossible to keep it secret, but if the person involved in an matter has a high status, then everyone will tacitly agree to keep it secret.

Such is the case with this bet.

In the evening, there was no bustling traffic or tens of thousands of people gathered at the entrance of Jiangcheng Hotel. Instead, it seemed normal, with even fewer people.

In fact, when Kiriyama observed in the hotel these days, he found that many people he was familiar with had already checked into the hotel in advance, and some even booked a suite next door to them.

However, Wushan and Tang Xiaomeng had already used special methods to disguise their appearance, making it impossible for ordinary people to recognize them.

After all, one of them was a popular singer and the other was a well-known novel writer. They were watched by paparazzi every minute when they walked on the street.

"Shocking! A well-known writer and a popular singer are suspected of being in love! Big cross-border news!"

Tang Xiaomeng pursed her lips and said nothing, but looked downstairs.

"We pretended not to know each other, so that we can make some plans later."

No one can clearly see their appearance behind the shadow curtain, and they can't even feel their breath. They just mechanically stretch out their leather-gloved hands to check the black invitations and money of the guests.

Qiao Mu saw that they would collect one million banknotes from the guests and exchange them for ten chips.

When taking the chips, Qiao Mu quietly glanced at the other person. While the next person was exchanging chips, golden silk threads hung from infinite heights and wrapped around the bodies of these gatekeepers.

The bustling crowd, but they didn't know that they were already in the game.

He gave the money and got the chips.

"Fortunately, I didn't lie directly to others, otherwise I might not be able to get in."

The banquet hall on the first floor, which was once a feasting place for crows, is now magnificent. There are several round tables in the center of the banquet hall, surrounded by chairs.

Kiriyama frowned.

Qiao Mu told the truth.

"Who taught you this?"

"It's time to go."

Qiao Mu sighed.

"Great!"

Su Hong adjusted her clothes. He didn't cross-dress, because he appeared in disguise in the casino, so he didn't have to worry about being recognized.

Qiao Mu imitated the title of the report he saw online and said seriously.

At the door of the banquet hall, two men wearing black hoods stood.

The four of them confirmed that no one was outside and left separately.

"Ok?"

"Studying journalism."

Qiao Mu discovered that they were not affected by his [Dark Ghost].

In this case, either these things are not people, or they are puppets controlled by others.

As for what it was, Qiao Mu didn't pursue it.

There were no name tags on the tables in the banquet hall. Some people found random chairs and sat down, some stood aside chatting with people they knew, and some stood alone, peeping at others.

Qiao Mu saw Wushan and the others, but he didn't say hello. After all, he wanted to pretend that he didn't know them.

"Brother, do you want to buy information?"

Suddenly, a young man wearing a peaked cap came closer to talk to Qiao Mu.

"Information?" Qiao Mu glanced at the young man. The young man looked smart and cunning. In old movies, he would have been a character who had his legs broken and thrown into the mud after doing a face-off.

"I forgot to introduce myself. I am Ge Sheng from Gucheng Daily, a reporter."

The young man said with a playful smile on his face.

"Now there are many big figures from the old city gathered here. Gee, when I think of this, I can't help but sigh at the wonder of fate."

"How to say?"

Qiao Mu is a professional commentator and will never let his chatter fall to the ground. It's a pity that he was born in the south, otherwise Gao Luo would be a good material for cross talk.

"Brother, I think you are kind, so I will give you this information for free to show my sincerity."

Ge Sheng walked forward, randomly pulled out a chair and sat down, and Qiao Mu also sat down.

"Although this Gucheng Hotel is famous all over the world, there was an extremely tragic and strange accident a few years ago."

Ge Sheng said mysteriously, like the kind of male college student who turns off the lights and tells ghost stories to girls during team building.

"ACCIDENT?"

Qiao Mu looked very surprised.

"do not you know?"

Ge Sheng frowned slightly, his expression solemn.

"Many years ago, this place was still controlled by a warlord. He held a banquet here, which was actually a grand sacrificial ceremony. He tried to gain the power to surpass the gods."

"There were officials from the old city present at that time, including wealthy businessmen, military officers, and celebrities from all walks of life. The sacrificial ceremony caused everyone to kill each other and reduce them to an indescribable mass of flesh and blood. The miserable scene at that time was shocking. Even the hotel All the staff went crazy and died because of this. If you look carefully in the corners of the hall, you may still be able to find the blood stains left at that time."

He touched the chair, as if he wanted to find traces of the past on it.

"How could this be?"

The person involved, Qiao Mu, exclaimed.

"Then what happened to that warlord in the end?"

"It's a pity that he was powerless and eventually fell into madness. By the time others found out, everyone in the banquet hall had melted into a big mass of flesh and blood, and it was impossible to distinguish who was who."

Ge Sheng sighed.

"However, some people think that the warlord has successfully ascended. After all, no one knows what is in those flesh and blood. Maybe it is a plan to escape from the golden cicada. Anyway, after that, the warlord never appeared again. This old city It was also taken over by new people.”

"That's awesome!"

Qiao Mu admired it sincerely.

Seeing Qiao Mu giving face like this, Ge Sheng was also happy, looked around, and then lowered his voice.

"So, I suspect that someone wanted to recreate that sacrificial ceremony, so they summoned these people."

"There is such a thing!"

Qiao Mu's eyes widened with anger, as if he was very angry.

This made Ge Sheng feel a little embarrassed to continue talking.

"I was also appointed by the newspaper and came here with money. I am not interested in the final reward of the gambling game. I only hope to get some first-line information."

Ge Sheng paused for a moment before speaking.

"I see!"

Qiao Mu guessed that this reporter was not here to get information, but was used by others as a vanguard to fill the gun line.

If there is any information, it will be made by the newspaper. If something happens, Ge Sheng will be the subject of reports by his colleagues.

(End of this chapter)