"Your lunch is ready,"

"This is the newspaper you wanted."

In the manor, the nanny, dressed in black and wearing a white apron, came to Wu Heng with food.

"Well, leave it here, close the door."

Wu Heng waved his hand and motioned for the nanny to go out.

Wu Heng finished eating the steak he was delivered, drank a cup of coffee, and learned a little about the world from the newspaper.

Put down your coffee and pick up paper and pen at the piano-painted, jewel-encrusted table.

With Chinese characters mixed with symbols that only you can decipher,

Start writing your plan:

"The first thing to be sure of is that

Where has the plot got?

Heroine Kristen Where is her house after moving and how far is it from here?

Does her uncle Frank get the mourning box at this time?

secondly

How can we get benefits from this world and solve the crisis outside.

After all, back to reality, I still have two kidneys missing, and the scalpel hangs over my chest.

The first task of the main story this time is to ask for the opening of the mourning box.

But this thing can only be opened if the Hell Intermediary gives it to some chosen people, who are tempted by the maze box to comprehend a specific gesture.

In movies and comics, some ordinary people get the mystery box and can't open it, just just collect it.

If you stay with someone who has been selected by the box to open the box, it may count as assisting in opening the box.

But after the box is opened, it is not a paradise that greets the person who opens the box.

Rather, it opens the passage to hell.

The Hell Monks will be summoned in an instant and use the Hell Torture Instrument to tear the box opener apart.

You thought it was over just being shredded?

No!

Their souls will also be captured in hell, where they will endure the torture of the monks and the torments of hell countless times.

It wasn't until their souls became twisted and numb that they lost all their worthlessness before they were thrown into a crater at the edge of hell, slowly becoming a blood brick embedded in the walls of hell.

As for the plot task two and task one, they are actually related.

To enter the Hell, you must first open the Hellpassage with the Mystery Box.

The Hell Monk alone will not be able to pass this level, let alone whether he will be able to come out alive after entering the Hell.

When the time comes, everyone will die, and what is the use of completing the task.

Besides, mission three to kill the Hell Monk, this task is even more nonsense.

In Wu Heng's opinion, this is a hellish joke.

It's even more outrageous than the news of a person in his previous life who won the lottery jackpot three times in a row.

The clothes of the friars of hell,

It is made from the flesh and skin of Leviathan, the lord of hell, and cannot be damaged by mortal weapons.

Their bodies are also modified from the blood of the Leviathan, and they have extraordinary powers.

No matter how weak a monk is, it is not something that ordinary people can solve.

Wu Heng's four fingers of his right hand subconsciously tapped back and forth on the table.

"Think about it, think about it again."

After thinking about it for a long time, I wrote a string of words on the paper, then crumpled the paper, tore it up, and threw it down the drain and washed it away.

"Shadai, call the housekeeper to come over."

Wu Heng shouted towards the door, and then leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes to recuperate.

"Mr. Dean, what are your orders?"

Markle, the butler, was dressed in a modest suit, his hair meticulously combed, but the wrinkles on his face testified to his age.

"Uncle Markle, you've been in our family for more than 30 years, and if I'm not mistaken, you'll retire in two years?" Wu Heng asked.

"Yes, sir."

Markle stood with his hands crossed and nodded slightly.

"Uncle Markle, I have a few very important things in the last two days, if you do well, I will let you retire two years early with pay, and accept your recommendation of a new housekeeper to me."

"Can I trust you?"

Wu Heng stared at the housekeeper tightly and asked seriously.

"Of course, Master Dean, I grew up watching you, just let me know if you have any needs."

Seeing Wu Heng's expression, Markle's face became serious, and he replied cautiously.

"Uncle Markle, don't worry, it's not a difficult thing to do, it's just that these things are very important and must be done well."

Seeing that his young master was so serious, the housekeeper was mentally prepared, and he only thought it was a very difficult thing.

"Please do what you command."

Wu Heng raised his index finger:

"First, now invite the local sheriff to be a guest, and say I'm going to donate £1 million to improve the security."

Then put up a second finger:

"Second, help me find 20 detectives and let them come to see me in batches."

"Third, contact the media, newspapers, and water armies to carry out packaging and propaganda for me personally.

In two days, I'm going to exhibit a piece of art, and I'm going to start the show as the youngest outstanding artist. ”

Wu Heng finished talking about three things in one breath, picked up the coffee, and took a sip gently.

The bitter and rich original coffee makes his brain more awake.

"Sir, are there any other requirements?" The butler asked.

"These are the three for today, and there will be others tomorrow. The faster these things are done, the better, ahead of all the trips, without any delays. ”

Hearing the three requests, Markle was visibly relieved, and his body was full of confidence, for which these things could be handled with ease.

"Okay, sir, then I'll go and arrange it first."

"Hmm."

Markle, the butler, received an answer, took two steps back, turned and walked towards the door, starting to make a series of phone calls as he went.

Wu Heng picked up his coffee, walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and looked at the European-style statue fountain in the manor, the golden leaves swaying slightly.

"I can't go back!"

Wu Heng sighed, turned around and returned to the sofa to continue to close his eyes and recuperate, his next step was to keep his spirits and wait for the guests to come at any time.

Wu Heng was not worried that the arrangement would fail, because no one would refuse money, especially money picked up for nothing.

The facts are indeed as Wu Heng expected, in the Phil Police Department:

"Sir, are there any details that have been overlooked about the disappearance of your child, if you think about it, it is impossible for a person to disappear from the hospital out of thin air, so ,..."

Sheriff Borris, who has a beard, is talking to a middle-aged man dressed as a lawyer when he is suddenly interrupted by a ringtone on his cellphone.

"What! £1,000,000 to the police station? ”

Sheriff Borris raised his voice excitedly, and the eyes of the entire hall turned to Boris with eagerness in their eyes.

"Mr. Markle, it's not April Fool's Day, are you telling the truth?"

"Okay, okay, I'll go now."

After Boris hung up the phone, he quickly stood up, and the person next to him cleverly handed over his hat.

"My child..."

The middle-aged man was full of anxiety and wanted to say something more.

"Find him!"

"God bless your children."

Boris pointed to the young police officer who handed him a hat next to him, and hurried out.

In less than an hour, the housekeeper had already led Boris to Wu Heng.