Lothar11's voice trembled slightly.

It's not pretended.

Although he told himself before he opened his mouth that he should try to disguise his emotions such as hesitation, worry, and fear, after speaking out, Lothar11 found that it was completely unnecessary.

He was really scared.

Faced with such a layered layout, interlocking 'behind-the-scenes layout', Lothar 11 instinctively felt that he was facing his father and eldest brother, and the fear engraved in his bones came to his mind in an instant.

Why did he come to Area F so willingly?

Coming to the place where the 'House of Lothar' is at its weakest?

Coming here to be a titular 'game' leader?

Isn't it just scary?

Since childhood, Lothar 11 has received the 'elite education' of the 'Lothar family': survival of the fittest.

And after seeing that his fifteen-year-old eldest brother had calculated two of the hundred great families without changing his face, and threw all his clansmen and members, a full four thousand, into the steel-making furnace, Lothar11 was determined to be a waste wood and salted fish.

What's so bad about being raised as a pig by the family?

I'll be able to pass it on to the next generation!

Lothar11 is very proud to be a healthy man.

And, we stick to this philosophy in practice.

It's just that......

Why are there so many people in this world who are similar to their fathers and eldest brothers?

Are all 'brutal achievers' the same?

Unconsciously, such a thought came to Lothar11's heart.

"Little Master Lothar 11, are you afraid?"

The synthesized sound rings in my ears.

Immediately, the emotionless electronic synthesized sound erupted in laughter.

The laughter was full of mockery.

And......

Happy!

Why did the other person call?

Lothar 11 knows it.

Therefore, in the face of such laughter, Lothar 11 did not show any anger.

What the other party wants is for him to face despair from hope.

Any anger he gives will only make the other person happier.

Therefore, he had to calmly achieve his goal: to delay time.

Stalling time for Rosro, Pelce.

"Y-Who are you?"

Lothar11 asked.

Even though he told himself to calm down, the trembling voice spoke of Lothar 11's nervousness.

What's wrong with being nervous in the face of such a 'behind-the-scenes layout'?

As a scrap wood, salted fish, you've done a great job.

Lothar 11 comforted himself.

However, the louder laughter that erupted from the other side still made Lothar 11 feel uncomfortable.

It's okay!

I'm just trying to stall for time!

Laugh a little longer!

Lothar 11 began to make excuses for himself.

It's the same as ever.

Living in the shadow of his father and eldest brother, if he hadn't 'comforted' himself again, he would have died of gloom.

And just when Lothar 11 was expecting the other party to laugh a little longer, the laughter of the electronic synthesized sound came to an abrupt end.

"Little Master Lothar 11, do you think your little trick is useful?"

The other party's words made Lothar 11's heart tighten.

Discovered?

Did the other party find Rosroe and Pelce?

Sweat spilled from his forehead in an instant.

Rosrow and Pelce must have died.

And then, it was up to him and the others.

Suddenly, Lothar11's face turned pale and his lips began to tremble.

Even, the teeth are constantly pounding.

Laughter!

Another burst of laughter!

The sound of Lothar 11 sparked such laughter.

Obviously, the other party deduced from the sound what Lothar 11 looked like.

"Your family guards can't save you!"

"No one can save you!"

"Your fate is death!"

The synthesizer said.

Lothar 11 was relieved.

It wasn't Rosroy and Pelce who were discovered, but the 'Family Guard' that the other party had originally planned.

Almost subconsciously, when Lothar 11 was relieved at the bottom of his heart, he had to breathe a sigh of relief.

He was so nervous!

As a scrap wood and a salted fish, he had never experienced such a battle.

However, at the moment of relief, Lothar 11 knew that it was not good.

As long as the other party hears it, they will definitely notice his abnormality.

Therefore –

"Why?! Ahem, why?! ”

"Why?"

"I haven't offended you!"

"Why did you kill me?"

Forcibly turned that breath into a roar, which immediately caused Lothar11 to cough, but he didn't care about it at all, and questioned the other party in a hoarse voice.

When the last word was called, Lothar11 gasped for breath.

Whew, swoop.

The sound was clearly transmitted through the radio waves to the ears of the 'behind-the-scenes architect'.

The other laughed again.

It's no longer the loud laugh it used to be.

It's a chuckle.

A chuckle of joy and contempt.

"Why, you ask?"

"Then why don't you ask what you've done?"

The other party asked rhetorically.

"What does this have to do with me?"

"I've never been involved in my family's decision-making, and I've never hurt anyone."

Lothar11 questioned again.

He said these words without any weakness of heart.

Because, what he says is the truth.

Obviously, the 'behind-the-scenes layout' knows that too.

There was a rare silence on the other side.

This process is about two or three seconds.

After that, the other party spoke again.

"Who made you 'Lothar'?"

After speaking, the other party hung up the phone directly.

There was no more entanglement.

The other party's purpose was achieved.

The other party felt the despair of Lothar 11.

Next?

Naturally, it was a 'little surprise' to welcome the first stage.

Lothar 11 naturally knows all this.

The moment the other party hung up the phone, the eleventh heir of the Lothar family fell to his knees and began to pray.

He was praying for the success of Rosrow and Pelce.

It must be a success!

As long as I succeed, I will not eat meat for a year, I will not eat fish for a year, I will not eat sweets for a year......

Lothar 11 began to make wishes.

And somewhere, the 'behind-the-scenes layout', took out a remote control and slowly pressed it.

Bang!

Bang dang!

Pelce kicked the door in front of him, and the overwhelmed wooden door slammed directly into the wall of the inner room, and then bounced back again, and Rosrow held on to the wooden door.

"I think we should be quiet."

As a doctor, Roslo said very tactfully.

"If I could, I would also like to be tactful?"

"But we're in a hurry."

Peer said as he rushed into the room.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the vents above his head.

The first step is successful!

The next step is to go through the exhaust tunnel and enter the place where the bomb is planted!

Bomb!

Thinking of what Lothar 11 had just told him, Pelce was not feeling well.

He always felt that his previous 20 years of life were far less exciting than today's day.

Or rather......

Terrible!

He was so frightened that his legs were shaking now.

Had to be disguised with some behavior.

For example: just kicked the door.

"Hand on."

Somewhat calmer, Pelce began to move the chair in the room, and then, stepping on the chair, he began to dismantle the window of the vent.

When he left, he brought a toolbox with him from his apartment.

At this time, the toolbox was in Rosrow's hands.

"Here you go."

Rosrow handed the cone up.

Then, watching Pelce twist the screw, Rosrow couldn't help but ask, "What kind of job is a 'contact'?" ”

Undoubtedly, this is obviously a lack of words.

To put it simply, Rosrow was also a little nervous.

"The vacation is long, the salary is high, and apart from the fact that it's a bit dangerous and I can't have a cat, I really like the job."

Pelce said truthfully.

When it comes to not being able to have a cat, Pelce accentuates his voice.

"You like cats?"

Rosroe asked in surprise.

"I like it."

"My original dream was to have a little apartment of my own, and then I had both cats and dogs."

"And now it's a quarter of the way through."

Pelce affirmed.

"A quarter?"

Rosrow didn't understand what Pelce meant.

Even if you have a cat or dog, isn't it half of it?

"I have a cat litter."

Pelce replied.

Got a cat litter?

Cats and dogs, cat kennels and kennels?

Rosrow was stunned.

Then, inexplicably, I want to laugh.

However, Rosrow, who was a doctor, did not say it.

On the contrary, he sincerely thanked him.

"Thank you."

Rosroe said.

Pelles: ?

"I know you saw my nervousness, that's why you told me a bad joke, although you do have a cat litter, but that's what you left over from the previous cat breeding, right?"

"Pets are not allowed in the 'Game Building', so you leave your cat with a loved one or friend."

"Your relatives and friends should also be very fond of cats, so they have a full set of cat things."

"So, you left this cat nest behind, didn't you?"

Ross raised his head, looked at Pelce who was twisting and changing the cone, and said with a confident expression.

Your reading comprehension is really a perfect score!

You're a genius to be a doctor.

Why don't you write it?

Pelce glanced down at Rosrow, but said nothing.

"Am I right?"

Rosrow asked.

"yes, that's what I thought."

With a nod, Pelce removed the window from the vent and handed it to Rosrow, then grabbed the corner of the vent with both arms and slipped into it with a single force.

Then, it was Rosrow's turn.

Rosrow followed Peiles's example, jumped slightly, grabbed the corner of the vent with both hands, and then pushed hard, and then ...... Didn't hold up.

After several consecutive attempts, Pelce, who had drilled into the ventilation tunnel, finally noticed that something was wrong.

He poked his head out and looked at Rosrow, whose face was flushed, but he still couldn't hold up.

"I'll pull you."

Rosroy said as he held out his hand.

"Thank you."

Peer held out his hand.

And then......

Roslo pressed hard, but didn't pull.

No matter how hard I pushed, I still didn't pull.

"Sorry, I've been eating well lately and gaining weight."

Rosrow explained embarrassedly.

"Get out of the way, I'll go down and push you."

Pelce said.

"Okay."

Rosrow nodded.

Then Pelce picked up Rosrow's legs, put them on his shoulders, lifted them, and shoved them into the ventilation tunnel.

After confirming that Rosrow was fully entered, Rosrow once again propped up his hands and entered the ventilation tunnel.

But, right away, Pelce regretted it.

Burst!

In a loud and long voice, a strong stench filled Pelce's face.

Peer, who had just burrowed into the ventilation tunnel, instantly felt vertigo.

The 'contact' jumped down at a faster pace than before.

"Bastard, what did you eat!"

Peer roared.

"Sorry, I ate leek eggs at noon."

"I usually have a good stomach."

"Today is because of that stinky river, my stomach is cold."

Rosrow's apologetic voice came.

Pelce pursed the corners of his lips, full of despair.

Yes, it's despair.

It's not just that the smell in the ventilation tunnel hasn't dissipated.

Also because of the smell that may appear next.

What's more, he still had to go in.

As for having Rosrow in the back, he's in the front?

He had already tried it just now, and with the narrow environment in the ventilation tunnel, he couldn't use it at all, and with his arm strength alone, he couldn't pull Roslo at all.

So, he can only be in the back.

So......

What will happen to him?

The desperation on Pelles' face became more and more obvious.

At this time, he even had the idea of dying.

Eventually, however, he climbed into the ventilation tunnel.

For the rest of the day, Rosrow was in front and Pelce was behind, little by little, towards the destination.

Of course.

Among them, there is a rather long sound.

When the purpose arrived, Pelce almost choked.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Rosrow looked apologetically at the oxygen-deprived Pelce.

Peer shook his head and didn't speak.

Because, the tip of his nose still has the smell of leeks, and he is afraid of opening his mouth......

Is this 'you want to eat fart'?

It's so desperate!

Pelce had to divert attention from this despair.

Thankfully, the bomb in the corner of the room gave him absolute attention.

"Why did Master Lothar 11 know that the bomb was here?"

Rosroy couldn't help but ask.

"Because this is the room where the load-bearing walls are located, there is no better place to destroy the 'Game Building' than to plant a bomb here."

Peer replied.

Then, without waiting for Rosrow to question again, Pelce urged.

"Toolbox."

Rosrow didn't talk nonsense and handed over the toolbox.

Pelce skillfully began to disassemble the bomb.

As a qualified 'contact', Pelce is able to defuse bombs, which is a course that 'contacts' must learn, just like shooting, driving, and so on.

However, when the shell of the bomb was disassembled, Pelce's hand shook involuntarily.

Two wires.

A red line.

A blue line.

It just appeared in front of Pelce's eyes.

This is completely different from what Pelce imagined.

Shouldn't it be just a thread cut?

Why two?

Rosrow soon notices what is wrong with Pelce.

"What's wrong?"

Rosrow asked.

"Something happened."

"Blue line, red line."

"If you cut the right bomb, you can stop, and if you cut the wrong bomb, the bomb will explode."

"Fifty percent of the time."

Peer said with a serious face.

"Why don't we contact Young Master Lothar 11?"

Ross Romans said.

"There's no time."

"Back and forth, this place has already exploded."

"We didn't bring walkie-talkies to keep us from being monitored."

Peer shook his head.

"So what do we do?"

Rosroy panicked.

"Take a gamble!"

As he spoke, Pelce stretched out his pliers and aimed them at the red line.

However, the pincers kept trembling, and they couldn't get the target at all.

Apparently, Pelce was nervous again.

After several attempts, Pelce wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and handed the pliers to Rosrow.

"You're a doctor, your hands are steady, you can do it."

Pelce said.

"I can do surgery, I can't defuse bombs!"

Rosrow took the pliers and stammered.

"It's the same."

"Just align it with a cut."

"Remember, a doctor who can't defuse a bomb is not a good doctor."

Pelce slapped Rosrow on the shoulder and stepped away.

Rosrow opened his mouth, and eventually, in Pelce's 'encouraging gaze', handed out the pliers.

As Pelce said, as a doctor, Rosrow has a very steady hand.

There was not the slightest trembling.

Little by little, the pliers approached the red line.

Just when the pliers touched the red line and were about to open—

"Wait!"

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