A golden metal ball with many folds on the surface, which looks like it can be rotated, like a round Rubik's Cube. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What is it?"

"I don't know!"

Mr. Conton shook his head slightly,

"I found it from a corpse and became its owner for three years, but I don't know what it was or where it came from."

"Condon Manor was built in these three years?" John asked,

Derek nodded, a flash of remembrance on his face, and whispered,

"It gives you amazing powers, and I don't know what to say to describe that feeling, but you can simply take it as control."

"Control?" John frowned and said, "Control what?" ”

"Hearts, minds!"

John's expression was shocked, and his face couldn't help but show shock, what is the most difficult thing in the world to control,

The first is the human heart, the second is the mind,

And this ball actually has the power to control these two things, which is terrifying.

Derek coughed and continued,

"It can influence how other people perceive you, turn the bad into good, make the good better, and sometimes even make others bend to you, which is why a poor boy who can only fight as a soldier makes $600,000 in three years." Speaking of this, I don't know what came to mind, the old man who was about to die suddenly laughed, with smugness in his eyes,

"You know, your mother, Shirley Emile, the famous No. 1 beauty in Wilson City, was also chased by me with this ball."

"But," came the sigh of my life, "it was also the tragedy of my life." ”

"Why?"

John was puzzled, with wealth, fame, and marrying the most beautiful woman, such a life would only be enviable, and it could not be called a tragedy.

Derek smiled bitterly, sighed, and said,

"Child, nothing is free in this world, everything has to pay a price, and the ball brings wealth, fame, and women, but it also deprives a person of what is most important.

I've owned it for three years, but I'm twenty years older. ”

"Twenty years old!"

John's eyes widened, completely stunned, something like a myth appeared in front of him, he couldn't help but want to doubt, but when he saw that old and wrinkled face, he couldn't find a reason, a man who was not yet sixty years old had an eighty-year-old body, could there be any other reason besides this?

John was silent, and after a moment, he spoke,

"And then, where did you put that ball?"

"Thrown!" Derek said weakly, "This kind of thing is a devil that leads people to destruction, and I couldn't find a way to resist him, so I sent someone to throw it into a place where humans would never dare to set foot in it." ”

"Where?"

Derek shook his head and didn't say the answer, knowing how terrible that kind of thing was, how could he, as a father, let his only son go down this road of no return.

Seeing him like this, John did not ask any further, but asked,

"What about [her], what happened to her?"

"She's gone."

"I lost the ball, I lost that power, she didn't love me anymore, so she chose to leave."

"Really?" John grinned silently and said with some sarcasm, "Maybe it's right to say that she's finally out of your control." ”

A hint of unnaturalness flashed across Derek's face, and he didn't speak, choosing to be silent.

Silence often represents acquiescence.

Seeing him like this, John sighed, not knowing what to say, fortunately he was not the real owner of this body, otherwise he would definitely go crazy at this time,

However, speaking of his personality, he is quite similar to Mr. Condon, with the same bad intentions, the same desire for control, and always wanting to get his hands on good things when he sees them, regardless of whether the means are bright or not.

John took the second oil painting and opened the agreement below,

The cover of the paper was blank and there was nothing but a long column of names.

John took the candlestick and looked at it carefully by the candlelight,

"Hank Dolin, Benjamin Randy, Jamie Case, Ran Hubert

……

……”

Except for Mr. Hank and Uncle Benjamin in front of him, none of the rest of John knew him.

"Who are these people?" He asked curiously,

"You can understand them as my believers!" Derek said,

"Believers?"

"Yes, they are all people who have been influenced by the orb, who have been faithful to me and who have left you the greatest treasure I have bequeathed." Derek said weakly, his face pale, unable to breathe, and suddenly coughing violently.

John hurriedly stepped forward, his right hand tapping lightly on his back to ease his pain.

"Okay, everything that needs to be said is done, take this document and let's go!"

Derek pushes John away and points to the door for him to leave.

"Alright then, you get some rest sooner."

John bowed slightly, picked up the document and turned to leave, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly stopped and asked,

"What are you going to do with that woman?"

"I want you to let her go, will you agree?"

John shook his head slightly, "I killed his lover and killed her son, how could I allow her to live." ”

"Now that you've made a decision, ask me what I'm doing."

John looked back at him one last time, pushed open the door, and walked out.

The sound of footsteps was so clear in the quiet corridor, John walked down the stairs and came to the hall, Benjamin, who had been waiting here, came up, took out the papers in his briefcase, and said,

"Young Master, this is the property transfer document that Mr. Conton drew up in the court before he returned, and you need to sign it."

John took the document, double-checked it, and when he was sure there were no errors, he signed his name on it.

"The last step is done, and from now on, maybe I should call you Mr. Condon." Benjamin said with a smile,

John shook his head slightly, and was just about to say a few nice words, when a white light suddenly flashed in the corner of his eye.

A speeding kitchen knife flew whizzing, and he quickly lowered his body and pulled Benjamin down by the way.

The kitchen knife went over the bodies of the two men, spun and slammed into the wall behind them.

Syllable!

A crisp crash sounded, followed by a burst of hysterical curses, and Alila, who missed the sneak attack, rushed out of the kitchen with a bright kitchen knife in her hand and a desperate madness on her face.

For a while, the whole hall was in chaos, and screams and calls kept ringing out, like a vegetable market.

John, frowning and looking frightening, took out the revolver from his arms, but was stopped by Benjamin, who shook his head slightly, pointed his finger upwards, and said, "This is not the place to use it." ”

John understood what he meant, thought about it, put away the revolver, picked up the broom next to him, and when An Lila came three meters in front of him, he suddenly stepped forward and slapped her on the head with a stick, knocking her unconscious.

John threw away the broom and shouted to the black maid hiding in the corner,

"You guys take this madman to the east room on the third floor, lock me up, and no one is allowed to open the door without my orders."

The murderous words frightened the servant's heart, and he walked out tremblingly, dragging An Lila to the third floor.

John took a deep breath, suppressed the tyrannical impulse in his heart, and said,

"I'm sorry, Uncle Benjamin, for frightening you."

"It's nothing, but it's better for the young master to be careful in the future."

Benjamin smiled, chatted with John for a while, and left the villa.

ps: I actually watched the national football team, and then he won, amazing!!