"I told you to hurry up and wipe it faster, now it's all gone."

Shrugging his shoulders, Li Ang's face was full of helplessness.

Boom!

Slamming the table, Grant Ward stood up and pointed at Leon's nose and cursed.

"Fake, you're fooling us!"

This time, Coulson didn't stop it, blindly forbearance can't solve any problems, he wants to let the other party understand that no matter what the purpose is, the dignity of S.H.I.E.L.D. cannot be violated!

Seeing that the conflict was about to break out, Da Wenxi finally put down the dishes and chopsticks, stood up and persuaded.

"Two, two, let's dissipate our anger, we still have to solve the problem of the Cecil Hotel, don't hurt the harmony here."

Speaking of this, he picked up the bottle of cow tears, gently wiped it on the cap of his eye, then swept around, walked up to an old blond man who was eating against the wall, stretched out a hand and slowly stretched it out under the gaze of Coulson and others.

Seeing that the palm of the hand disappeared as if it had penetrated into the air, Coulson and the others were shocked, and then, the old man who was eating actually stopped, scolded them fiercely, "Fake", and disappeared in an instant.

[Sentiment from Phil Coulson: +751]

[Sentiment from Grant Ward +749]

Damn, it's really weird!!

Grant Ward stood there awkwardly with his hands raised, suddenly feeling a cold calf, and quickly lowered his head, just in time to see a small cyan hand disappear from under the table.

Seeing Coulson's eyes, he walked out in a panic and shook hands with Leon.

"I'm sorry, my tone was a little heavier just now, I'm sorry."

"Won?" Leon seemed to see something.

"Yes, a little trick was hidden under the table just now, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared!"

"And then?"

And then I came over a little bit... Please feel free to let me know if there is anything in the future! ”

Grant Ward's expression was very gentle, and he lived up to the fierce appearance just now.

"It's a deal." Smiling slightly, Leon shook his hand up and down.

"Big brother, will you smoke a cigarette?"

Licking his face, Grant Ward looked courteous.

"Come less." Slapping his face away, Leon got up from his chair: "Since everyone has eaten, let's set off to the Cecil Hotel together." ”

......

Hotel Cecil.

Li Ang and his entourage walked in with their heads held high.

It's funny to say that those security guards looked like they had blue noses and swollen faces, and the moment they saw Leon and Dawenxi, they rolled up their sleeves and beckoned the brothers to rush up, but the next second they saw Coulson and Grant Ward come in, they stepped on the brakes one after another.

Because the speed stopped too fast, several people collided together and fell to the ground like a stack of arhats.

The hotel manager is a big fat blond man, and when he saw this scene, he took out his mobile phone and was about to call the police, but Coulson stepped forward to stop him.

After showing his FBI ID and having a friendly exchange, the hotel manager wiped a cold sweat and opened a room for the four of them, which was also the one where the deceased Ke Lan lived seven days ago - room 506.

After getting the key, Li Ang and the four of them did not stop and took the elevator to the 5th floor.

Behind her, the work lady at the front desk couldn't bear it, and asked the fat manager in a low voice: "Manager, that room has not been very peaceful recently, and several cleaning staff have been scared into a mental hospital in the past few days."

Colleagues are secretly spreading that it is the woman who disappeared seven days ago and has turned into an evil spirit and returned to take revenge......"

"Nonsense!"

The fat manager directly waved his hand to interrupt her words, and he sneered and said disdainfully.

"This hotel has not been peaceful since its birth, and if everyone who died turned into evil spirits and came back for revenge, then this hotel would have ceased to exist a long time ago!"

"But ......"

Seeing that the work lady wanted to say something, the fat manager glared at her coldly, turned around and strode away.

Only the front desk lady was left nervously holding the cross on her chest, with a worried face: "Today is the seventh day, but don't have anything happen......"

Stomp ......

There are more than 600 rooms on 14 floors in this hotel, and the four of them went to the 5th floor through the elevator and stepped on the red carpet to room 506.

Some young residents in the neighborhood saw the movement of several people and wanted to warn them, but they suddenly fell silent and could only watch them open the door of room 506 and walk in.

Bang.

The door was shut.

The man shuddered, swallowed nervously and spat at the mouth, and didn't say a word to clean up his things... Return!

"No, America is too dangerous, I'm going home quickly, I'll leave now!!"

When he quickly packed his luggage, he still couldn't bear to throw a paper ball and leave it at the door of No. 506, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had finally let go of a matter, pulled up his suitcase and was about to leave, but was grabbed by a sudden arm by the back collar and pulled in.

Bang!

“FBI... Tell us everything you know about Room 506! ”

Putting the F.B.I. credentials in front of the other party's eyes, Coulson said sternly.

The man slumped on the ground with a frightened look on his face, his face was pale, and his whole body was swinging.

"Captain Coulson, this kid was passing by the door just now, and he left this one."

Unfolded a crumpled ball of paper and handed it to Coulson, who took a look and saw that it had something written on it, "There's an evil spirit in this room, get out of here."

It was a kind boy, Coulson's heart had a good impression of him, and he was about to pull him up from the ground, but the boy didn't know if he suddenly thought of something, raised his hands high, and exploded his information very quickly.

"My name is Lu Mingfei, male, born on July 17, 1991, 17 years old this year, type A blood, sheep, height 172, weight 60kg, constellation Cancer... I'm me, don't, don't shoot, I'm playing StarCraft very well, don't shoot me! ”

Lu Mingfei cried with a sad face, and his heart was about to jump out of his heart with fright.

He just came to the United States for a trip, how did he meet the FBI?

You can't eat bullets, do you? But don't die here!

Labeling him as timid in his heart, Coulson smiled softly and reached out to pull him up from the ground.

"Don't be afraid, we're either bad guys, or we have a few questions for you."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but pull his arm into the house, Lu Mingfei wanted to refuse, and saw that Grant Ward had already entered with his suitcase, so he could only follow behind with his head down.

In the room, Leon and Dawenxi had been waiting for a long time, and when they saw the three of them come in, Dawenxi plucked a bamboo dragonfly from his head and asked Coulson about it.

"Who is this?"

"Lu Mingfei, a certain resident on this floor."

Coulson replied, patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, pushed him into the middle of the crowd, and asked.

"Now, tell us everything you know about this room."

Seeing several people staring at him with blazing eyes, Lu Ming was helpless, so he could only tell the information he knew to the four people in front of him.

About 7 days ago, someone disappeared and the police couldn't find anyone, and a few days later, several cleaners had another accident on this floor and were taken to a psychiatric hospital...... In short, it's very wicked.

After listening to his narration, Leon touched his chin, stared at him with a meaningful gaze, and said firmly.

"Looks like this trick is here."