The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

After Zhu Fu Jingguang returned to the banquet hall, he did not see the so-called "young master". Mr. Jameson was still surrounded by the crowd, talking to others in a proper manner, with no intention of interrupting.

At that moment he doubted whether the waiter's words were a complete lie, but he quickly denied this speculation.

The waiter's expression was natural when talking about this topic, without any signs of lying. Moreover, the other party could have easily given other reasons to make up the story, but he still gave this answer.

Probably not lying.

Zhu Fujingguang put aside his doubts for the moment and turned around to look for the group of children in the hall. But before he found the person he was looking for, his clothes were suddenly pulled behind him, and then a man's low voice sounded in his ears, "Look, what is our undercover gentleman doing?"

The familiar, unchanged voice made Zhu Fu Jingguang immediately realize the other party's identity. His back stiffened slightly, but he did not turn around directly. He just remained silent and did not speak.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Xing Haiyin suddenly felt bored and let go of the hand that was holding Zhu Fujingguang's clothes. After the person behind him let go of his hand, Zhu Fujingguang reached out to tidy up his clothes.

The two stood at the entrance of the passage leading to the hall. Guests and waiters were gathered in the hall, and no one noticed their movements for the time being.

Just then, Ricardo came over. Zhu Fujingguang looked around but didn't see Gin. He asked in confusion, "Where's Gin? Isn't he with you?"

"He went to do what he was supposed to do." Xing Haiyin tilted his head, his smile unreal under the hall lights, "And you, it shouldn't be a coincidence that you appear here."

Although he said so, the silver-gray-haired man obviously didn't care much about Zhu Fujingguang's answer. Without even waiting for the latter to answer, he walked to the seats on the other side for guests to rest.

Zhu Fu Jingguang hesitated for a moment, but finally followed Ricardo's pace. He had no idea what was going to happen in the villa, and Ricardo obviously knew something he didn't know.

The undercover agent decided to try to get some information out of Ricardo.

……

Toru Amuro realized something was wrong almost the moment he entered the villa.

After leaving the hall and walking through a long corridor, you will come to the stairwell leading to the second floor. There are no waiters along the way. Amuro Toru did not encounter any resistance and easily arrived at the place he wanted to investigate.

But the moment he stepped into the stairwell, he looked up at the several surveillance cameras above his head. These cameras were not the latest models, but regular models with indicator lights. At this moment, the indicator lights of these cameras were all off.

Several cameras that have stopped working are like empty eyes, hanging everywhere above the head, silently pointing at the intruders, like some kind of silent death warrant.

But that's not the most important thing.

The most important thing was that as Toru Amuro approached, he heard the sound of the timer counting down, which gradually became louder. This sound seemed particularly strange in the dim and empty stairwell, as if he had accidentally entered some third-rate horror movie theater.

And the countdown sound is coming from more than just one place, and far more than just a few places.

There were too many of them, and he couldn't tell where the sound came from. The "drip" sounds that came one after another merged together, a messy and eerie harmony, like a requiem for death.

After realizing that this place was full of bombs, Amuro Toru felt that his back was soaked with cold sweat without him noticing.

Amuro Toru gritted his teeth.

Something bad is going on...