An hour passed......

Two hours passed......

Three hours passed......

Three hours later, a harmonious symphony still reverberated in the bedroom.

After another half an hour, Rosen finally gave up, gasped, and climbed up from the bed with his arms propped up.

"I'm going to find something to drink, where's your kitchen?"

"You just get out of the bedroom and go to the right-hand side."

Talking slowly, Anne Hathaway, blushing with satisfaction, lay lazily on the bed, stretched out a snow-white arm from the quilt, and pointed in a direction weakly.

"By the way, help me get whatever the bottle to drink."

Nodding, Lawson got out of bed, picked up the coat on the ground and draped it over his body, walked out of the bedroom barefoot, and closed the door by the way.

"Something is wrong, there seems to be something wrong with this Anne Hathaway."

The moment the bedroom door was closed, Rosen's face changed instantly, it was not that he was ruthless, he turned his face when he put on his pants and didn't recognize anyone, but he did find some problems, this Anne Hathaway is probably not as simple as he thought.

In the previous contact at the cocktail party, he didn't notice anything unusual about Anne, he couldn't see any signs of formal exercise at all, and he didn't have the calluses left by holding a gun often in his hands, and he behaved like an ordinary model in all aspects.

But could an average model behave like this?

It's simply impossible, okay!

It's not that Rosen is boasting and bragging about himself, but that he has undergone harsh killer training since he was a child, and his physical fitness is definitely the best among ordinary people, and he is in the top wave.

And the previous battles have also confirmed this, except for Fox, a pervert with killer blood, he has almost no defeats.

But today, there was an accident, and there was another woman who could make Lawson take the initiative to admit defeat, which made him doubt the identity of the other party.

"Could it be that she's also a killer? Or an agent? ”

Lawson guessed the identity of the woman, in short, no matter what, Anne could not be an ordinary model, plus that deliberately close performance, it must have some special purpose.

Think about it, on an occasion like a drinking party, how could a little singer dare to play drunk crazy and take the opportunity to play a flirtatious female model, and what is even more coincidental is that it happened in front of his eyes and let him bump into it?

Rosen had thought about this question as early as the drinking party, but he thought that Anne was no different from her fellow models, who wanted to get a big deal out of him so that she could exchange her youthful beauty and sexy body for a large sum of money.

But now that he thinks about it, combined with the various doubts he discovered before, Rosen abandoned his previous speculation and began to have deeper doubts.

"Since it's not for money, it's definitely just to get something more valuable from me."

Pulling open the refrigerator door and taking out a can of cold beer from the freezer, Lawson took a sip and calmed his mind.

If you want to say that the most valuable thing on him is undoubtedly the recipe for the delicious crab burger and SND, Annie's woman's purpose, nine times out of ten, is one of these two recipes, or simply, she wants them all.

Just having figured this out, how should Rosen deal with it?

He fumbled into the pocket of his coat, where his Glock No. 34 pistol had been placed, and at this moment, he could have pulled it out, kicked the door and rushed into the bedroom, killing the woman with whom he had just reconciled.

But if you really want to do this, it is estimated that it will only treat the symptoms and not the root cause, after all, Anne is just a pawn, and the people who really want to deal with him are still hiding behind the scenes, and solving the chess pieces on the surface will only anger the other party in exchange for more violent revenge.

It's better to pretend that you haven't found anything, continue to play with Anne, and while eating this tempting sugar-coated cannonball, you can secretly follow the vine to see who is tempted to take away his two precious formulas.

"However, you can't just let people go so lightly."

For those who dare to calculate him, Rosen has never been good-looking, although at this stage, he is not good at startling the snake and directly killing the woman who deceived him, but he has to make that guy suffer a little.

Thinking to himself, he couldn't help but look at his system panel, noting the skill he hadn't tried since he had acquired it, and suddenly a flash of inspiration crossed his mind.

He drank the rest of the beer, tossed the can into the trash can on the side, turned around and walked to the other room, rummaging through it until he finally found what he was looking for.

A hemp rope.

Yes, it's a hemp rope, although it is not known what Anne put this thing in the house to tie up, but today, Rosen is going to use this rope to tie something different.

With the rope in hand, Lawson returned to the door of the bedroom, and the moment he opened the door, he thought about the tricks that he might use later, and at the same time he thought of something interesting.

"If Nobita knows that I use his master-level rope-turning skills for this kind of thing, I'm afraid he will angrily borrow props from Doraemon, cross countless dimensional universes, and come over the wall to teach me a lesson."

Thinking of this possibility, Rosen quickly shook his head, put this strange idea behind him, and then pinched the bedroom doorknob with his hand and spun it down, opened the door and strode in.

"Why did it take so long to come back?"

Anne Hathaway didn't notice anything wrong with Rosen, and she didn't know that her disguise had been seen through, she sat up straight, not caring about the quilt slipping off her body.

"I felt a little tired, so I took a break."

Half-truths and half-truths, Rosen replied, immediately raised his eyebrows, looked at the woman who was still trying to act, and said with a smile: "Annie, you are so hot, no wonder you can be a model, why don't you do this, how about we play a little game next?" ”

"What game?"

Tilting her head, Anne replied playfully, but when she saw the thick and long hemp rope in the hand of the man in front of her, her face slowly changed color, and her heart was beating a drum.

"Mr. Tanatos, what are you trying to do here?"

Her face was not very good, she knew what might happen next, she clenched her teeth, and there was a fierce struggle in her heart, as if she was considering whether to continue the disguise.

But after thinking about it carefully, I still didn't dare to make a mistake, didn't make any resistance, and was obediently tied into a big dumpling by the man in front of me with a rope.

What happened next in this bedroom is not enough to be said to outsiders.