Following Captain Lawrence's information, Shaq quickly found the room at the top of Section A. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The door was locked, but Shaq had already gotten the keys to almost all of the rooms from the two cleaners.

Pretending to be casual, Shak tried the keys one by one, and his luck was good, until he reached the sixth when he heard a crisp sound from the lock spring of the door.

Just as he was about to push the door in, a dazzling beam of detection light suddenly fell on him, and then a somewhat deep man's voice whispered, "Who is it?" Who is there? ”

"Oh,! Don't shine your damn lamp in my eyes, are you trying to blind me? Shak spoke, and his voice was exactly the same as the tall, thin man named Jack he had met in the utility room earlier. At the same time, he also raised a hand to cover his face, ostensibly because the other party's searchlight was too bright, but in fact it was to disguise himself - although Shak had already painted himself a little makeup with a disguise technique, but after all, the time was too short and the materials were insufficient, so his current appearance was only three or four points similar to that Jack at most.

Jack's trademark duck voice easily dispelled the other's suspicions, and the beam of the searchlight shifted to the ground, making Shak's face hidden in the shadows again.

"It turned out to be you kid, why didn't you get work so late today?" The guards on the other side saw that Shak was still wearing overalls and carrying a broom, so they didn't doubt his motives too much.

"Isn't it? You know what a harsh vampire that Mr. Mason is, and he won't be willing to do it without squeezing out the last bit of surplus value out of us guys. Shak shrugged his shoulders very casually, and the helplessness and resentment in his tone were vividly expressed.

"Haha, that's true. But you can rest later, we brothers may have to stay up all night tonight. The guard also smiled in the same way, and suddenly asked a little casually, "But isn't this guest room area cleaned before the boat leaves every time?" Why is it so early this time? ”

"Aha, that's Captain Lawrence's rule, but do you think Mr. Mason's cleanliness fetish would tolerate such filthy corners on our ship for three whole days?" Shak made an exaggerated gesture with his hands spread out and smiled weirdly.

Thinking about this new Mr. Mason, it didn't leave much of a positive impression in the minds of all the crew. Therefore, hearing his teasing, the guard on the other side also laughed.

"Okay, let's stop talking, finish it early and go to bed early, and I'll invite you to drink when I get back." Shak waved his hand and prepared to enter the door with his broomstick. But at this moment, the guard stopped him again. I saw him take out a black cigar from his jacket pocket, bite it in his mouth, and exclaim, as he walked towards Shak:

"Okay, but I'll borrow a fire for me first, and I'll have to get something exciting to refresh me when I stay up late. It's a pity that my lighter didn't know where it fell when I was messing with them on the deck just now......"

Shak's body stiffened slightly, and he almost flipped the lighter out of his pocket as fast as he could, but just as he was about to throw it over, the guy had already walked in front of him. This is a human man in his mid-thirties, with rough and dark skin, strong muscles, and at first glance a good fighter.

It's just that this distance is very dangerous, although the other party has turned off the searchlight out of kindness, but if Shak lights a cigarette for him, the fire will easily reveal his appearance, after all, the disguise on his face is still quite poor at close range. But time clearly did not allow Shak to hesitate, because the strong black man had already brought the cigar head in his mouth to it.

Shak barely hesitated in his movements, and naturally took out the lighter, wiped it twice, and shot a flame. The cigar tip was lit, and the guard took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing slightly with a look of enjoyment. It's just that in the hazy vision, the appearance of Jack on the other side looks a little weird for some reason.

His eyes widened in confusion, but before he could see anything clearly, the spark on the lighter in front of him suddenly burst out like a shrunken flare. Although this level of explosion was more than a thousand times worse than a real flare, it could appear so close to the eye and completely unsuspecting the victim that it instantly burned his retina.

The guard only felt the whiteness in front of him, and the burning pain made him scream on the spot, but Shak had already taken the first step, blocking the opponent's mouth and nose with one palm, blocking the opponent's scream, while the other right hand, which was still holding the lighter, slashed heavily at the back of his neck.

This time the pinch was very accurate, and the guard was obviously also a good player with some training, but he still rolled his eyes, and his whole body was about to fall limply. Shak hurriedly stepped forward and pretended to be hooked up with the other party, but in fact, he used his own body to support the other party and prevent him from falling.

Cautiously looking around to make sure no one else was paying attention to the corner, Shaq gently unscrewed the doorknob and dragged the unconscious guard into the room.

Closing the door, Shak moved the unconscious guard to the corner behind the door, took off the other's belt and tied his hands and feet together, then took off his hat and stuffed it into its mouth.

Sure enough, as the guard had said, no cleaner had come in to clean the service, as evidenced by the dozen or so cigarette butts in the ashtray on the coffee table and the half-drunk beer bottles on the table.

The ground was dirty, and a few shoe prints could be faintly seen, and Shaq crouched down and pulled a pen-like object from his bosom. Twisting the tip, a reddish ray immediately shot out, and Shaq turned the pen and slowly scanned it along the outer edge of the footprint, and a series of data immediately appeared in the window of his visor.

"Sure enough, there is a problem." Shak raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself. "This Mr. Norman has a wound on his body......"

According to the information given by Adeline, the so-called "business executive" is a young man who is physically fit and strong. However, the footprints in the room, one light and one heavy, and mixed with some trailing marks, indicate that the owner of the footprints has seriously affected his mobility for some reason.

Disease? It's unlikely, after all, there are all cigarettes and alcohol on the coffee table over there, and it's really a seriously ill person, so it's impossible not to be taboo about these things at all. Then the rest may be injuries, seventy percent may be traumatic, and the injuries are on the legs and feet.

Walking over to the coffee table, Shack picked up the half-drunk bottle in his gloved left hand. Glassware like this is the easiest to leave fingerprints on its owner, and Shaq used the pen-sized scanner to record them one by one, and then his attention fell on the small pile of cigarette butts.

"The tooth marks are very deep, and it seems that the smoker is not in a good mood...... Wait, what is this? Shak frowned, put his nose to the pile of ash, and sniffed it carefully. A little surprise flashed across his face, but it quickly turned to a suddenness.

Shak smelled "Finopan". This is a nervous drug with an anesthetic effect, which of course does not rule out the possibility that Mr. Norman is actually an addict, but Shack prefers to believe that Norman in the room is using drugs to relieve his pain. And this just confirms his previous speculation.

Putting down the ashtray, Shaq got up and walked towards the bedroom, which was connected to the toilet and bathroom, and if the other party did suffer serious injuries, then there must be some clues.

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