CEO, Hold On A Moment

Ten seconds.

Fifteen seconds.

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Forty five seconds.

One minute

The wooden building, after the sound of breaking the door, was quiet again, and no sound came out. Tang BeiYao did not come out, and so did any "people" or "things" in it.

Jomo was still standing at the door.

As time went on, her uneasiness became more and more intense.

"Tang BeiYao?" Jomo whispered his name and held the gun in his hand.

There was no response.

Jomo frowned, slightly padded his feet, and tried to look inside: because the curtains are all closed, there is not enough light in this house It was dark and yellow, and she could see nothing clearly.

"Tang BeiYao?" Another cry.

There's still no response.

Jomo clenched his teeth, which was nothing else. He held the gun tightly and rushed in. She knows where the living room is. According to what I just saw in another house, the living room should be in

"Ah

Jomo exclaimed in surprise.

She did not run to the living room, but according to the direction of the house, first through the dining room.

Then, she was shocked by the scene in the restaurant -

beside the rectangular dining table, there was a table full of "people". All the "people" on the table are still. In front of everyone, there is a teacup, which seems to be in a meeting. It's just that these cups are empty, and there are obvious dust on the coaster

That's not the point!

The point is that Wang Jianmin is sitting on the throne! Sitting in the corner, it's Aru!

Aren't they already dead?

Jomo's face turned white, and he felt that in an instant, his head was humming and completely empty.

"Bang!"

She reflexively stepped back two steps, but accidentally kicked over the garbage can next to her. The metal dustbin fell to the ground, making a lot of noise, and the things inside turned out to be dried fruit peel and paper scraps

Even garbage is so far away.

"Qiaomu," Tang BeiYao's voice came from the direction of the living room, calm and steady. He called her name, which finally called her back. "It's all wax. Don't be afraid."

"Wow!"

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and opened the curtain.

The next moment, bright light, then from the direction of the window transmission in, completely illuminate the whole room. Tang BeiYao is standing in the corner of the living room, not far from the dining room, but ten steps away.

"Wax?" With him by his side, Jomo was obviously relieved, and then he looked at the "people" around the dining table again -

sure enough, with the bright light, these wax figures would be much easier to distinguish.

The workmanship of these "people" is very good, and everyone is very lifelike. In the dim light just now, they are really lifelike like a table of people drinking tea. But what's the point of putting some wax figures here?

Joe bowed down and looked closely at the wax figures.

No lettering, no labeling, no hidden information The maker simply made them lifelike, and then made them wear the clothes of normal people and sit here forever.

She knew Wang Jianmin and Aru. However, their faces are normal.

According to this location, the owner of the whole area, Jomo, is not difficult to judge -

"the wax figures here are all from that organization." Qiao Mu touched the clothes of Wang Jianmin and ALU, and found that their clothes seemed relatively new. He could not help but speculate, "are all dead people here?"

If a person dies, add a wax statue here?

Then their production speed is too fast!

It's only a few days since Wang Jianmin and Alu died

Wait!

How did the people of that organization confirm that Wang Jianmin and Alu were dead?

The more he thought about it, the more creepy Jomo felt.

"People here may have died..." She murmured to herself.

"Well." Tang BeiYao answered faintly. He didn't come. His voice still came from the corner of the living room. It was very shallow and light Here, it's kind of like their grave. " It's evidence of the existence of the dead in this organization.

Jomo frowned.

Grave?

The adjective of Tang BeiYao made her feel depressed.

She turned her head to look at him, only to find that Tang BeiYao was standing in the corner of the living room, with his eyes fixed on the standing wax statue. That should be the standing figure she saw in the next house.

It's just that Tang BeiYao has been staring at

What's wrong?

"We Do you want to search the house? " Jomo inquired tentatively. As she spoke, she went over and stopped on the wax figure.It was a man in his early thirties. He is about the same height as Tang BeiYao, and he is thin and long. His face is angular and his eyes are sharp. Even if he looks at it like this, his whole body has a sense of fortitude

This wax figure is not new, but it seems that it should have been completed in recent years.

"Well, it should have been searched." Tang BeiYao answered faintly, but did not move. No matter how he heard his voice, he was a little absent-minded. Moreover, the obvious tremor in his voice betrayed his emotions.

Jomo noticed that his gun was on the sofa beside him.

He seemed to rush in and lose his gun along the way.

"Do you know this man?" Joe Mu tried, and his eyes turned back to the wax figure.

She tried hard to think about it. She always felt that this person was familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere Is it a picture or something?

"Of course." Tang BeiYao chuckled. He raised his lips, but what he held in his lips was obviously bitter. Qiao Mu turns his head to hear him say the second half of the sentence, "he is Tang Jue. My brother

"He..." Jomo was dumb.

She had seen Tang Jue's tomb before. The picture on the tombstone was blurred.

Her impression of Tang Jue was that he was a leader of Tang BeiYao and a person Tang BeiYao always respected. There are many secrets about him. In the end, he became a taboo of Tang BeiYao.

She had a lot of conjectures, but never asked.

Because she never thought that Tang would be a member of that organization? He's dead. This is his grave here?

"You..." Qiao Mu opened his mouth, only to feel that his chest was dry and uncomfortable. She believed that the impact on Tang BeiYao should be greater than her, "are you ok?" She didn't know how to comfort him?

"Nothing." Tang BeiYao shakes his head. In a moment, he has gathered all his emotions. "This time you look for upstairs, I look for downstairs, OK?"

"Oh, good, good!" Jomo nodded.

Maybe Tang BeiYao wanted to stand with Tang for a while?

Jomo didn't know. She could only try to cooperate with him and give them some time to be alone. She doesn't know what to do if it's on her

Here, it's the grave of that organization.

The wax figure of Tang Jue appears here

"Alas..." All the emotions turned into a helpless low sigh.

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Second floor.

Joe Murphy found a circle on it, but he also got nothing.

She almost wanted to understand: here is a "grave", only some wax figures will be installed. So what valuable information can we expect to find from the grave? I'm afraid they'll have to go home empty handed.

But she couldn't go down immediately.

Tang BeiYao is still downstairs Jomo always felt that he might need more time, so if he didn't call her, she would stay upstairs a little longer.

Wait!

Standing on the stairs, Jomo unexpectedly found that the house had a small attic. She didn't expect to find anything. She just climbed up with a try mentality.

There was only a wax statue standing with its back to her.

Jomo looked around curiously, but after seeing the wax figure clearly, she froze completely -

what she saw was

She's on her own.