Chapter 636 Preparation for the Battle (4K)

The writer nodded and said, "You guys go to the restaurant and wait for me. I'll be there soon."

"You're alone, is that okay?" William asked.

"No problem, just go there first."

William and Li Mingzheng turned around and walked towards the restaurant. When they passed the living room, they found that the five people who had just sat on the sofa in the living room, as well as the mummy and Lin Tiandong, had already sat down at the dining table in advance.

Strange...

The sound of their conversation just now was obviously very quiet. Could they have heard it?

When they walked to the living room, everyone sat down at the long table and chose their favorite seats. Everyone chose a seat far away from Yi Lei.

Only the mummy-like bandaged man sat down next to Yi Lei and started chatting.

Li Mingzheng sat next to William, and his hands moved awkwardly on the table and thighs, looking very uncomfortable.

Seeing this, William chuckled and comforted him:

"Just listen, you are here on behalf of Mr. Naganuma, when the time comes, just convey what you heard here to Mr. Naganuma exactly as it is."

Hearing this, Li Mingzheng looked at the other party in shock, his face full of confusion.

What did he just say?

Call Mr. Naganuma specifically?

Isn't Naganuma Jusaburo dead? !

At that time, wasn't the painter who entered the Linzhongma studio with him Naganuma Jusaburo?

After the filming, he saw the other party die with his own eyes.

He died next to him, his stomach was cut open, his internal organs were leaking all over the floor, and his death was miserable.

But now, William actually asked him to convey the content of the next meeting to Naganuma Jusaburo, what is going on?

"Did he not..."

"No, no, no, don't get me wrong, Mr. Naganuma is indeed dead, but how should I put it?

You will understand then. Telling you now is a complete waste of this surprise.

As an artist, his thoughts will definitely affect your future acting philosophy." William smiled and pressed Li Mingzheng's shoulder, his expression full of expectation.

Li Mingzheng suppressed the doubts in his heart, put his mind back to the present, and then heard the writer's voice coming from the other end of the table.

"There are still quite a lot of people coming. Thank you for running all the way. I am an old man with inconvenient legs and feet and can't go out."

Li Mingzheng looked at the writer. All the infusion needles on the other party had been removed and hemostatic patches were applied.

Then he was slightly stunned and suddenly realized that something was wrong with this matter!

He took off all the infusion needles of so many bottles by himself and removed the needles by himself? And then he pushed the wheelchair over by himself?

No, Li Mingzheng remembered clearly that when he saw the writer coming, he didn't push the wheelchair by himself.

So someone else pushed it?

No, no one pushed it... He didn't remember seeing anyone helping the writer push the wheelchair from behind.

The memory seemed to be manipulated and became very strange.

Could this be the other party's ability?

Li Mingzheng cast an inquiring look at William again, and William smiled: "Just get used to it, it's normal. I'm the same as you. I'll get used to it after seeing it more."

Li Mingzheng looked at the others carefully and found that among the people present, only Lin Tiandong was surprised and confused like him.

Although the other party concealed this emotion very well, his observation of human micro-expressions has been extremely meticulous now, and he still caught the vigilance and doubt hidden in Lin Tiandong's eyes.

"The only ones who are not in Jiangbo City are William and Xiao Li." The writer nodded slightly to Li Mingzheng.

Li Mingzheng smiled very respectfully.

Then, the writer continued, "They are the only ones who can tell secrets in public. Let William speak first."

William took out several portraits from the pocket of his Tang suit and spread them on the table. There were colored sketches on them, a man with orange hair and sharp teeth, an ordinary man with ordinary looks, and several portraits of different girls.

"These people are the competitors of the anonymous master this time. The three of them are the human bodies of the named ones. Among them, he should be the most powerful." William pressed his finger on the portrait of Zhe.

Lin Tiandong's back was pressed tightly against the chair, and his body was farther away from the dining table than others, as if he ignored everyone around him, and even sitting here was not his own will.

But when he heard that the people in these portraits were named human bodies, he seemed to come back to his senses from distraction and began to look at the other people at the table.

At this moment, the fat man wearing a hood with the Roman numeral 1 on his head suddenly stood up, grabbed the portrait on the table, and shouted like a child, "Then he is my toy! Hahaha, none of you can snatch it from me, I got it first, it's mine!"

"Boss, stop making trouble, let William finish his words." The writer said.

After the writer said this, the laughter of man number one stopped abruptly, and he said "oh" softly and sat down again.

"Give the portrait back to him."

Man number one scratched his head through the hood, and like a child who made a mistake, he handed the portrait back to William embarrassedly.

"Thank you... I, a layman, can't give any useful advice on killing a human body, but my brother asked me to bring all these books here, I believe it will be helpful."

After that, William lifted the suitcase he carried with him from his feet to the table, pressed the fixing clip, and opened the box.

As the box was opened, a faint, strange smell emanated from the box, the kind of smell that only old, stale paper pages would emit.

Tattered books were placed in acrylic boxes filled with cotton, stacked neatly.

"Book!!!!"

When the box was opened, before Li Mingzheng could react, the five hooded weirdos sitting across from him suddenly stood up and leaned forward like lightning.

"Tuk! Tuk! Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!"

There were five sounds of knives being inserted into the wooden board, and the hands of the five men reaching for the box were nailed to the table by five daggers emitting cold light.

The air at the scene seemed to be solidified, like a paste that sticks to the teeth, making breathing uncomfortable.

Li Mingzheng stared at this scene with his mouth wide open, watching the blood flowing from the hands of those people on the table.

What just... happened?

The speed was so fast that he couldn't see anything clearly!

He only saw these five people standing up, and then the next second it became like this.

"Crack!"

William closed the box.

"I was careless and shouldn't have opened it."

"It doesn't matter, these children need to be taught a lesson. It's good to love to read, but now, no matter when it is time to read, it will be a formal duel before reading." The writer sighed helplessly.

Then, the daggers disappeared from the backs of the five people's hands, and they sat down again muttering.

"Now that William has brought everything, let's arrange the order of the battle. The five of you, it's better not to look for these people in the portrait.

Let's leave the human body to Mr. York and Mr. Ealy. "

"No! I'm going to fight that orange-haired guy!" Hood No. 1 yelled.

Yi Lei, who was sitting at the edge of the dining table, also raised his hand: "Master Anonymous, I'd better leave these things to you. I have a very important thing to do."

Yi Lei paused for a second while speaking, then looked at the figure standing in the corner of the room and said with a smile:

“Originally, I came to you because I thought you might be able to help me share some of the pressure, but looking at it now, if I weren’t involved this time, you would probably be in trouble this time.

Anonymous Master, to be honest, the purity of these children and your bodyguards is too low. There is a girl in the Control Bureau whose existence cannot be noticed by humans. She is the PLUS enhanced version of Mr. Bodyguard.

Her name is Su Weiyu, and she is Su Yue's sister, but no human being in the world knows her. In my memory, she was suddenly forgotten by the whole world. From then on, the only people who can recognize her are A monster. "

The writer opened his mouth slightly and looked at the reactions of the people around him. Everyone else was doing their own thing.

William was comforting the hooded people who were restless because of the book. Li Mingzheng was sitting on the chair with a blank look on his face, focusing entirely on what had just happened.

Lin Tiandong and Pharaoh Bandage Man also seemed to have not heard what Yi Lei said just now.

"There are still people like this..."

The writer's old and saggy eyelids suddenly closed up after hearing about Su Weiyu, and he looked as if he had become more energetic for decades.

At this time, William on the side had just talked about the most important topic: "In this naming battle, the person you value most is also the person our royal family values ​​most.

Mr. Yi Lei is also very familiar with this person. He was the one who stopped the naming ceremony of the Blood Mother Cult. "

"It's so interesting... In the propaganda of the Control Bureau, it was Xianna who solved the Blood Mother Cult that time, but that kid even added his name. How do you know it was him who stopped it?" Yi Lei looked at William slyly.

"Although it's a bit unpleasant to say this, we all feel that it is impossible to prevent that signature by just fighting with bandages. And we know Xia Shou better... Since he participated in that mission, it was probably him who did it. of."

William glanced at the Pharaoh Bandage Man cautiously.

"He was at the scene when Jin Fenglong was removed from the list, but he survived. I think the bookworm probably wanted him to disappear." Anonymous murmured in an old voice.

Lin Tiandong listened silently. The more he listened, the more shocked he became.

He had always thought that Xia Shou was just like him, an ordinary finisher and a potential player among the new generation.

But now, after hearing about Xia Shou from these people, he knew another side of Xia Shou.

After Yuezhuo Village, Lin Tiandong felt that he and Xia Shou should be considered friends.

During that meal, Xia Shou promised to help him get a chance to visit his mother, which confirmed his idea.

But now, Lin Tiandong was shocked to realize that he actually didn't understand Xia Shou.

And now, he was sitting with Xia Shou's enemies.

"Commissioner Lin."

Lin Tiandong turned his head impatiently and looked at William: "Is something wrong?"

"With your level, you should have been chosen to escort Jin Fenglong at that time.

Were you present when the Ghostbinder was killed by him? William asked with a smile.

"No, I wasn't there at the time, but I heard about it." Lin Tiandong said coldly.

"Oh, that's really a pity. Why are you here too? Did you bring him here?"

William turned his head and looked at the bandaged man.

"I brought him here." Yi Lei admitted aloud.

"Well...then is he...qualified?" William frowned, showing doubt.

"In this battle, is strength important?

If strength is really important, what qualifications do people like them have to challenge the name? "As he said that, Yi Lei looked directly at the five people wearing hoods.

When he said these words, his tone was not arrogant, but very objective and calm, as if he was stating facts.

There was no contempt or disdain in his words, but even so, the atmosphere at the scene was still full of gunpowder.

After hearing these words, the fat man wearing a hood began to breathe rapidly, and everyone present could hear the heavy breathing.

His body gradually grew larger visibly to the naked eye, and the originally loose hood was stretched as tight as silk stockings, tightly covering his face.

The fat facial features were clearly revealed through the thin fabric of the hood.

"Stinky thing, what did you say!!"

The fat man gritted his teeth and growled, then dug his five fingers deeply into the oak tabletop with a click. The hard table was easily crushed by him like soft and waxy Shaqima.

Yi Lei remained calm, ignoring the man who was about to go crazy, and looked directly at the writer: "Can't you tell the truth here?"

"How could it be? These children can't see that you are special." The writer smiled apologetically.

After saying that, the writer gave the other four hooded men a look, and the other four stood up, moved close to the fat man, and muttered for a while, and then the fat man quickly withered away like a deflated rubber ball.

Like a scolded child, he snorted, stood up, left the table, and ran to the living room alone.

Anonymous sighed: "Don't worry about him, let's continue.

William, we don’t have to worry about what Mr. Yi Lei is doing. I believe Mr. Yi Lei will cooperate with us in his own way.

What he said is absolutely correct. In this competition for names, strength is not important.

I think he must have taken a fancy to this kid's potential. "

William nodded, hiding his surprise well.

But he still couldn't figure out what was going on.

The anonymous master's attitude towards everyone was very kind, but he could hear that there was more than respect in the master's tone just now.

Could it be that... I made a mistake?

But isn’t Yi Lei, the life artist, just a relatively powerful criminal?

Although this person once planned the ceremony that caused a sensation in the UK, that was not enough for the writer to treat it with this attitude.

Although William's mind hadn't figured it out yet, his behavior had already been compromised.

"I understand, then do you need my help to prepare anything? Although our royal family is not what it used to be, the collection is still quite rich. If you need it..."

"No need." Yi Lei refused directly.

"Eree," the writer suddenly said, interjecting into the conversation between the two. This time, he did not use the honorific.

"How do you say that?" Yi Lei asked.

The writer glanced at Lin Tiandong.

"I can feel this child's vigorous desire to travel and her joyful freedom, which has never been described in any of my books. It's just like the loneliness of the girl you mentioned."

At this point, the writer paused.

"Can the child named Su Weiyu be left to me, an old man?"

Yi Lei flatly refused: "No, they are all important to me."

"Just talk. I just want some writing material."

"Soul? If so, I can give it to you." Yi Lei said.

The two of them clearly divided Su Weiyu's ownership in just a few words, just like dividing stolen goods.