Gucheng Hotel.

Although a few years ago, there was a terrible catastrophe here, hundreds of people died in the banquet hall in a strange appearance, leaving countless rumors, but today, the old city hotel is still thriving, especially when this mysterious gambling game is about to open.

However, the people involved in this gamble were complicated, including officers of the Provisional Government of the Resistance, local gangsters who had been entrenched for many years, rich businessmen, speculators with malicious intentions, bankrupts who seized the last straw, and thrill-seeking adventurers, including strangers and magnates.

When a matter involves many people, it is usually impossible to keep it secret, but if the person involved in a matter is too high-status, then everyone will tacitly keep it secret.

That's the way it is.

In the evening, there was no such busy traffic and tens of thousands of people gathering at the door of Jiangcheng Hotel, but it seemed to be commonplace, and even fewer people.

In fact, when Kiriyama observed in the hotel in the past few days, he found that many people he was familiar with had already moved into the hotel in advance, and some even booked a suite next door to them.

However, Wushan and Tang Xiaomeng had already used special methods to disguise their appearances, and ordinary people couldn't recognize them at all.

After all, one of them was a former popular singer, and the other was a well-known writer, and they were targeted by the paparazzi every minute when they walked on the street.

"Shocked! A well-known writer and a popular singer are suspected of being in love! Cross-border big news! ”

Qiao Du imitated the headline of the report he saw on the Internet and said in a matter-of-fact manner.

"Who taught you?"

Kiriyama frowned.

"Journalism."

Qiao Twilight told the truth.

Tang Xiaomeng pursed his lips and didn't express any opinions, but looked downstairs.

A bustling crowd of people who didn't know they were in the game.

"We pretend we don't know each other, so that we can do some planning later."

Su Hong tidied up his clothes, but he didn't disguise, because he appeared in disguise in the casino, so he didn't have to worry about being recognized.

"It's time to go."

"Yay!"

The four confirmed that there was no one outside and left separately.

The banquet hall on the first floor, once a feast place for crows, is now resplendent with several round tables in the center of the ballroom and chairs around it.

At the door of the banquet hall, two men wearing black hoods stood.

No one could see what they looked like behind the curtain of shadows, not even their breath, they just mechanically stretched out their leather-gloved hands to check the black invitations of the visitors, as well as the money.

Twilight saw that they would collect a million bills from their guests and exchange them for ten chips.

"Fortunately, there is no direct void deception, otherwise maybe the door will not be able to enter."

Qiao Du sighed.

He gave the money and got the chips.

As he took the chips, Qiao Du quietly glanced at the other party, and when the next person exchanged for the chips, the golden silk threads hung down from infinity and wrapped around the bodies of these gatekeepers.

"Huh?"

Jo Twilight discovers that they are not affected by her own [ghosts].

In this case, either these things are not people, or they are puppets controlled by other people.

As for what it was, Qiao Du didn't pursue it.

The tables in the banquet hall were unbranded, and some people sat down on a random chair, others stood aside and chatted with people they knew, and some stood alone, peering at others.

Qiao Twilight saw them in the Foggy Mountains, but she didn't go to say hello, after all, she had to pretend not to know them.

"Brother, do you want to buy information?"

Suddenly, a young man wearing a peaked cap approached and talked to Qiao Dui.

"Intelligence?"

Qiao Du glanced at the young man, who looked clever and cunning, and changed to the old movie, the high and low are the characters who are thrown into the mud with broken legs after jumping their faces.

"I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Ge Sheng from Gucheng Daily, and I'm a reporter."

The young man smiled and said familiarly.

"Now there are a lot of big people in the old city here, tsk, thinking of this, I can't help but feel the wonder of fate."

"How?"

Qiao Du is a professional and praiseworthy, and he will never let the chatter fall to the ground, but it is a pity that he was born in the south, otherwise he is a good material for cross talk.

"Brother, I see that you have a good face, and I will send you this information for free to show my sincerity."

Ge Sheng walked forward, pulled out a random chair and sat down, and Qiao Du also sat down.

"Although this old city hotel is famous all over the world, it had an extremely tragic and strange accident a few years ago."

Ge Sheng said mysteriously, just like the kind of male college student who turns off the lights and tells ghost stories to girls during team building.

"Accidents?"

Qiao Du was very surprised.

"Don't you know?"

Ge Sheng frowned slightly, his expression solemn.

"Many years ago, it was a warlord, and he held a banquet here, which was actually a grand sacrificial ceremony, and he tried in vain to gain the power to usurp the gods."

"There were officials of the old city, rich merchants, military officers, and celebrities from all walks of life, and the sacrificial ceremony caused everyone to kill each other and become an indescribable mass of flesh and blood, and the tragic scene at that time was shocking, and even the hotel staff died in a rage, if you look closely at the corners of this hall, you may still find the bloodstains left at that time."

He touched the chair, as if trying to find traces of the past from above.

"How so?"

The person in question, Qiao Dui, exclaimed.

"And what happened to the warlord?"

"It's a pity that he couldn't do it, and finally fell into madness, and by the time the others found out, the entire banquet hall had already melted into a mass of flesh and blood, and it was impossible to distinguish who was who."

Ge Sheng sighed.

"However, some people think that the warlord has risen successfully, after all, no one knows what is in those flesh and blood, maybe it is a plan for the golden cicada to get out of the shell, anyway, after that, the warlord has never appeared again, and this old city has also been taken over by newcomers."

"That's amazing!"

Qiao Du was sincerely amazed.

Seeing Qiao Dui giving face like this, Ge Sheng was also overjoyed, looked around, and then lowered his voice.

"So, I suspect that someone wanted to recreate that sacrificial ritual and summoned these people here."

"There is such a thing!"

Qiao Dui's eyes widened with anger, as if she was very indignant.

Ge Sheng was a little embarrassed to continue.

"I'm also appointed by the newspaper to come here with money, I'm not interested in the final reward of any gambling game, I just hope to get some first-line information."

Ge Sheng paused for a moment before speaking.

"I see!"

Qiao Du estimated that this reporter was not here to get information, but was used by others as the vanguard of the gun line.

If there is really any information, it is also the newspaper to earn, and if something happens, Ge Sheng is the subject of his colleagues' reports.

(End of chapter)