Fortunately for Jing Jiaren, Gong Zihua's hands were handcuffed by bodyguards from one left to the other. He couldn't move his hands, so he had to verbally order Jing Jiaren to do anything.

And as long as Gong Zihua made a sound, Ximen Longting could hear it.

Jing Jiaren also deliberately repeated frequently——

"You mean, turn this rudder-like thing?"

Beside the door, there was a rudder with a wooden handle, which was supposed to be decorative.

Gong Zihua narrowed her eyes coldly: "It's like turning right 12 squares..."

Jing Jiaren grabbed the rudder and turned it with difficulty.

Every time you turn a grid, there will be a sound of a card, and a total of 12 grids will be turned.

Gong Zihua said again: "Turn 5 squares to the right again."

Jing Jiaren murmured, "Turn 12 squares to the right first, then 5 squares to the left."

Seeing Gong Zihua's heavy eyes staring at her, Jing Jiaren suddenly smiled: "I'm writing it down...it's convenient to find a way out when I come back."

Gong Zihua didn't say much, she didn't know if she had doubts, so she looked away.

The door had just been closed, and there was plenty of light to illuminate the accessories on the shelves, each of which was exquisite.

The earthquake-like feeling reappeared, and several bodyguards immediately grabbed the handle of the gun vigilantly.

"Don't move, be careful!"

"Why did the earthquake...could it be a trick?"

"It's okay." Jing Jiaren smiled to reassure the army, "I trust him."

"..."

"Gong Zihua, you will definitely not design me, right?"

Gong Zihua's long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes, her pretty face was extremely handsome, and she remained silent.

Jing Jiaren had already experienced it once, and her heart was very frank. She walked in front of the shelves in shock and looked at the displayed objects—and saw the pile of bear puppets she hid last time.

Sure enough, this kind of earthquake should be in the form of a house facing to the right, and each grid represents a shop?Or a distance?

Turn right 12 squares first, and the right direction must be going to the Royal Family Hotel opposite.

The sudden earthquake felt stronger, it should be a huge turning inertia, and Jing Jiaren's body fell forward.

This is a left turn, and it should be inside the royal family.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, the store stopped again and again, and Jing Jiaren was really curious about what the underground track was like.

How on earth does this room move like a train car?What principle is used! ?

The door suddenly opened...

The bodyguard supported Gong Zihua, put a pistol against his forehead, and stepped back a few steps, fearing that there would be fraud outside the door.

A bodyguard went out to check the situation, fumbled and turned on the light: "Come out, there is no one here."

Jing Jiaren followed her out and found a luxuriously decorated living room.

A huge golden cage covers an extra-large SIZE bed, with purple curtains wrapped around the cage and silver bells hanging from it.

There were a few rich oil paintings on the walls, and the blue leather sofa was dusty.

In addition, expensive dolls are placed on several walls, the workmanship is realistic and eerie.

There are still women's clothes and silk scarves hanging on the side of the French-style wardrobe, all from the previous era...

Jing Jiaren felt a little familiar, and subconsciously thought, this could not be the room where Jing's mother lived in before, could it?

She worked as a dancer at the Royal Hotel!

Jing Jiaren saw a peacock mask on the dressing table, which she seemed to have seen in a photo.

The blood in Jing Jiaren's body suddenly started to flow, and she walked to the makeup table in a few strides, and was about to pick up the mask.

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