A bodyguard, picking up the little green-haired girl, strode towards the shark's feeding port.

The sharks at their feet, as if they had received the signal, rushed towards the feeding port, waiting to eat.

A few councillors in the back, as if watching something lively, gathered up.

The bodyguard threw the green-haired girl into the aquarium feeding mouth, and many sharks were waiting below, and one of the strong sharks, with all his might, jumped hard, and the little girl landed in its mouth. The other sharks rushed forward to scramble, but it was only a matter of moments to bite them.

The sharks gather at the feeding mouth, waiting for another one to be thrown down.

Congressman Hidler made a gurgling sound in his throat, but he couldn't speak.

The maid on the right said sadly: "It's all my fault, I didn't choose a good waiter for you, but you must give me a chance tonight, and I will definitely give you the best one, and I believe she will be able to win your favor." ”

The maid on the left rushed and said, "My subordinates are not only this kind of goods, you can change your taste tonight, how about that fair-skinned little boy, who is more delicate and lovely than a little girl." ”

Congressman Hidler seemed to be still immersed in the shock just now, and the butler took the wine glass from the bodyguard's hand, respectfully handed it to the councilor, and said, "Maybe you need a pick-me-up." ”

Congressman Hidler unconsciously said, "You're right. "Drain the red wine in your hand.

The butler looked at the empty cup, a smile appeared in his mouth, and said to the adults, "There is also a healthy hot spring treatment here, you can go and relax first, and at the same time, we will prepare a hearty breakfast for you." In the afternoon, the gambling market will open on time, and there will be military dignitaries to visit the local area a little later, and I will introduce you to know each other at that time, and I wish you all a good time. With that, he bowed lightly and slowly exited.

All kinds of big people vied with each other to see the dejected appearance of Congressman Hiedler and let out a piercing laugh. An acquaintance comforted him and said, "That's the rule here, just say something nice next time." ”

Another guest said with great interest: "Anyway, the scene just now is really exciting, giggles." Why don't I throw in the two who are waiting for me? The maid next to him hurriedly held him up and pulled him away.

Hidler grabbed the arm of the acquaintance he knew, and stammered, "Al, you did it on purpose, right, what time is it, at this juncture, you instigated me to relax, you would have changed your door a long time ago, right?" ”

The man, named Al, pulled his torn coat and said angrily: "As a politician, you have to maintain your composure and image at all times, look at you, what has become of you now." ”

Hidler lamented and said, "How can you do this, I'm finished, what's in it for you?" ”

Al grabbed Hiddler by the clothes and whispered, "Idiot, don't look at what this place is, if you roar like this, I'll throw you away to feed the sharks at once." ”

Hidler pulled him by the side and pleaded, "Then what do you say I should do?" ”

Al continued to whisper: "There will be an important person visiting in the evening, who it is, I don't know, when the time comes, only everyone agrees with him, you also agree, everyone swears, you swear too, don't you just do." Al stretched out his hand contemptuously, wiped a handful of sweat on Hiddler's head, showed it to him, and continued: "You are still a well-known member of parliament, and you are still on the side of the victor of the election, what is there to fear, look at your current embarrassment. ”

Al pulled out his silk scarf, wiped his fingers clean, and said slowly, "Let's go, while there is still time, go relax and relax." With that, he dragged Hidler away.

The little spider was in the corner, until it retreated behind a huge drapery, and then it felt a little safe.

Duchamp was in the dead corner of the warehouse, his whole body trembling slightly like a pendulum, and the sound of his teeth fighting echoed in the warehouse. "Unforgivable, unforgivable."

He forced himself to compose. "Be sure to act as soon as possible. What to do? ”

After a long time, when it was time for lunch, the warehouse supervisor finally stopped chatting with others, locked the door of the warehouse, and went to eat.

Duchamp tried to keep himself calm, and brought out some food and water to eat to replenish the energy he had exhausted due to his mood swings.

When his mood calmed down a little, he put out the guide workbench and, taking a risk, continued to process the information encryption box.

He held the owl in the palm of his hand and visited. The size of the owl is not very large, it belongs to the smaller type, and because it uses monster hair as a raw material, it is covered with mixed flower feathers, which successfully covers the metal wings, and looks like a real bird. The information encryptor has a special space to store, which is in the chest cavity of the owl, and I don't know if it will make people feel scared when they spit it out directly from their mouths. The message encryptor has a self-destruct function, and if it is not decrypted correctly, the information inside will become a blank slate.

Duchamp rested feebly on the flour bag, waiting for the box to be ready.

After another two hours, fortunately no one came to disturb me in the afternoon, and the information encryption box was completed, which was a very simple flat drum-shaped small box with a roll of black paper in it that could be written repeatedly. Directly above the box, there are four number buttons in the middle, and the chalkboard on the left can be used to write. After pondering for a while, Duchamp finally understood how this thing worked.

This can lead to a multiple-choice question in which only the sender and the recipient know the correct answer, and if the recipient fails to choose the correct answer, the box will spit out black paper that has been erased from the traces of writing. If the recipient chooses correctly, the box will spit out information that has not been erased.

Duchamp looked at the sky, it was not early, he opened the box, pulled out the encrypted black paper that had been rolled into a small roll, and began to write. Although the black paper is only a small roll, it can write a lot of words when it is opened.

Duchamp spent a long time telling Cassius how to get to this place, how to find the hidden harbor, and how to discover it from space. He even reconstructed the waterways based on the images tracked by the radar. When this work was done, Duchamp thought about it, and recorded how he had reached the real paradise, and what he had seen and heard below, and the few members of parliament who had heard their names, and the circumstances in which a distinguished guest might have arrived today.

He took the time to listen to the little spider for useful information as he wrote down. Finally, he carefully checked it, and after making sure that nothing was missing, he signed it: "S on the afternoon of August 18. ”

He carefully packed the secret letter.

What kind of problem do you come up with?

Duchamp thought about it and wrote hard:

"What's the right way to eat fish?"

He finished the question and set the correct answer. After setting it up, he saw that there was a light on the lid of the box, indicating that it had entered a state to be properly opened or destroyed.

Finally, Duchamp set up the target location and recipient information, moved the ladder in the warehouse, gently pulled the barbed wire fence from the window, and let the owl out.