Chapter 3 Pandora's Box 5
Belvoir Inn, Room 2434
When the hand pointed to the number 10, there was a second knock on the door.
Arthur, who was recuperating in bed, opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the door.
"Tick, tickβ" The sound of the hour hand moving on the wall was very abrupt.
He was silent for a moment, then got up and opened the door.
This time it was a blonde woman who knocked on the door.
She looked to be about twenty-eight or nineteen years old, with a slender figure, wearing an aqua blue dress, with soft golden curls curled at the shoulders, her head slightly bowed, her brows tightly locked, and a pair of blue eyes that showed a bit of worry and sadness.
"Sir, I'm sorry to bother you so late......" The blonde woman looked at him with a little cowardice in her eyes.
Arthur was stunned for a few seconds, and his first reaction was - he had never seen this woman.
But in the next second, he felt as if he had seen her somewhere, a little familiar.
His head hurt a little, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and some fragments flashed through his mindβ
Chaotic neighborhoods, ambulances rushing onto sidewalks at high speed, a blonde turning around, screaming helplessly......
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[Oops, I bumped into someone, it seems to be a blonde.] γ
[Do you look good?] γ
[The figure seems to be okay...... Hey, it's not the time to pay attention! You're on the wrong track! γ
γβ¦β¦ In the next game, you can take a good look at her when she reappears. γ
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"Mr. ......"
"Sir?"
"Are you listening to me, sir?"
Arthur was shocked, and then he pulled out of his memory.
(It's her!) οΌ
(The blonde who was hit by an ambulance in the last game!) οΌ
"IβI'm listening......," Arthur steadied and looked at the woman in front of him, "Who are you, and what is the matter with me?" β
The woman pursed the corners of her mouth, put her right hand on her chest, caressing her restless chest, and frowned slightly, telling her uneasiness.
"I'm looking for someone, have you seen him?"
"Looking for someone? Who? Arthur was confused.
"My husband, one meter seven or eight tall, thin, he likes to wear a black trench coat......" the woman said timidly, her voice was a little small, but full of sadness, "I am separated from my husband, I know he is here, but I don't know which room he is, I am asking room by room, hoping to find him." β
ββ¦β¦ Sorry, I haven't seen it. Arthur scratched his head.
"That's the case...... the woman lowered her eyes, "I'm sorry to disturb you, I'll go to another room and ask." β
"Maybe you can go to the front desk and ask, the lady at the front desk may have seen your husband."
"Okay." The woman nodded, "Thank you." β
She said and turned to leave.
"Didn't help, sorry."
"Why do you keep apologizing?" The woman looked at Arthur with some confusion.
ββ¦β¦ Get used to it. β
Or rather, I'm sorry for killing her before.
Is she also the one who has been left in this world forever to wander?
Arthur sighed silently in his heart, and he leaned sideways against the door frame as he watched the woman in the aqua blue dress fade away, her figure disappearing around the corner.
1.78 meters tall, likes to wear black capes, and has a thin body......
For some reason, he always felt as if he had seen her husband, but he couldn't remember where he had met her, or who he was.
(Anyway, let's hope she finds her husband soon.) οΌ
Arthur turned and closed the door.
(But does the [Minghe System] really have such a mistake in the character setting?) Forgot to set up an NPC, or is her husband dead, or has he left the game? οΌ
Arthur was silent and fell back into bed, feeling only a heaviness in his head.
The long-term tense nerves and oppressive atmosphere made him physically and mentally exhausted.
His heavy eyelids were closed, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.
I fell into a deep dream.
Belvoir Inn, Room 7656
"Brush pullβ" Turning off the showerhead, a man walked out of the shower room shirtless with a bath towel around him.
He was muscular and muscular, with every muscle showing his strength and exuding hormones. The warm water that remained in his upper body ran along his tight muscle lines, pectoralis major muscles, abdominal muscles, and finally was sucked dry by the bath towel around his lower body. He stood in front of the mirror, his eagle-like eyes staring at himself in the mirror, as if he wanted to see through the mirror what his real self looked like.
Raising his hand, his bony fingers gently caressing the long scar on his cheek, he pursed his lower lip, and his brow furrowed a little deeper.
He still has no clue who he really is and why he is involved in such a game.
He couldn't remember what mistakes he had made in the real world, and he couldn't remember how he came to this [Minghe System] at all.
The only thing he knows now is that he has been drawn into an extremely dangerous virtual game, and the price of this game is likely to be death.
He didn't want to die here for no apparent reason.
At the very least, know who you are.
Thinking so, his gaze followed his collarbone and landed on his left pectoral.
He has a tattoo on his left chest.
The tattoo was a young woman, with dark brown hair, looking back at the sideways, slender eyebrows, dark eyes, a high nose, slightly raised lips, and her expression was three points calm and five points calm.
The young woman was tattooed in the fifth intercostal space of his left chest, where the heart is located.
Under the woman's head, there is also a tattoo -
[Find her, protect her]
"......" Scar Man was silent, his gaze lingering on the tattoo in the mirror for a long time.
He didn't realize that he still had information on him, but he suddenly found it in the shower.
Did he tattoo it himself? Who is this woman? Where is she? Why find her and protect her?
The scar man pondered, his face gradually gloomy.
Don't...... This woman is also in this game?
With that in mind, he gathered in the mirror and examined the tattoo carefully.
The tattoo only had a woman's head, and it was difficult to depict all of her postures, but he instinctively felt that this woman must be important to him, and although he couldn't remember anything about her at all, the sentence tattooed with the head might be the message that he had been trying to convey.
Who is she?
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the more he stared at the tattoo, the more he felt a little ...... Familiar.
Seems to have seen this face somewhere.
His hand lightly rested on the cold mirror, and the cold fingertips ran across the mirror, depicting the tattoo in the mirror.
The lines of the side face, unconsciously, slightly overlapped with a face in my mind......
ββ¦β¦ It's the policewoman! Scar Man suddenly remembered the previous game, the police car that he had hijacked, and the young woman with short silver hair.
Although her appearance is not exactly the same as that of the woman depicted in the tattoo, it is eight points similar, especially the lines of the side face, and the outline of the eyes and the bridge of the nose!
That's right.
When he suddenly opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat of the police car, the policewoman looked at him with a sideways face at such an angle!
"Knock knock."
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
The scar man looked at the wooden door vigilantly, subconsciously picked up the razor blade next to the sink and hid it in the palm of his hand.
He quietly walked behind the door and asked tentatively, "Who is it?" β
"It's me, Miss Usher, at the front desk." Outside the door, a woman's charming voice came, "Sir, there is an invitation signed to you." β
(Invitation?) οΌ
Scar Man was silent for a few seconds, thought about it carefully, and made sure that he hadn't heard the alarm go off during the time he had entered the hotel, and then he opened the door.
In front of me, there is a hot waitress.
Seeing a man with only a bath towel open the door, the beauty's eyes lit up.
"Wow~ Look at what I found, I didn't expect there to be a man with such a good figure." Her intriguing gaze swept around him, and finally stopped at the long scar on his face, "Tsk, it's a pity that this face has lost a lot of points." But it doesn't matter, Scar is a man's medal. β
"......" Scar Man's face was gloomy, but he received the blade between his fingers into his palm.
Naturally, this small action was also seen by the beauty, she leaned against the door frame, silent, but smiled deeper.
"Invitation."
"Oh, I almost forgot to get down to business." The beauty said, taking out the invitation with temperature from the same place, "Here." β
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The scar man didn't rush to accept the invitation, he looked at the small card with disgust, and then looked at the beauty with a little disgust.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. I don't have pockets for my clothes, so I have to put them on my chest. The beauty covered her lips and smiled, "If you mind, I can accompany you for one night, and I should apologize." β
"No, I don't." The scar man snatched the invitation, turned and closed the door.
ββ¦β¦ What an indifferent man. The beauty glanced at the tightly closed door and raised an eyebrow, "He ...... It can't be. β
But the next moment, the beauty smiled faintly, twisted her waist and left the scar man's room.
"Codename Mars? It's really exciting......"
The sound of her muttering was blown away by the wind that blew into the end of the hallway, dissipating into the silent air.