The organizer patted the microphone, which made such a piercing sound that everyone covered their ears. Then his cold voice was heard, "Quiet! ID check one-on-one. No one's name will be revealed. There's a mole among us. I will give you a reasonable explanation after I find him out."
After mumbling a few words, the crowd in the hall followed his words.
Crowe took the list and began to check. People only needed to tell him their registered names, and then they would be allowed to enter the room to wait after Crowe found his or her name on the list and put a tick after it.
Ferne felt his hand tightly held by the girl who had just been brought out. She did not understand why everyone suddenly became so quiet. She was so afraid that at this moment her eyes were filled with fear and uneasiness.
To comfort her, Ferne patted the girl's hand. Somehow that married man discovered Ferne and pushed his way to the front of Ferne. When he saw the girl whose hand was held by Ferne, the man said in a surprised tone, "Damn! No wonder you remained silent. You have such a special taste! "
Ferne couldn't be bothered to talk to the man. He looked around and found that the other little girls had been seized by the bodyguards and taken to a corner. Only the one by his side was not discovered because she hid away in the crowd.
Wait.
If he remembered it correctly, there were seven doors on the third floor. There should be seven girls!
But there were only six, five in the corners and one by his side.
There was one missing!
At the thought of it, Ferne began to search the crowd for the man wearing the silver mask. Due to the fire in the hall, many people were crowded around the sofa, which shadowed the man who stood against the wall. The man could probably feel the eyes and looked up. His eyes met Ferne's and he also glimpsed the girl.
The eyes under the cold mask seemed to reveal a trace of tenderness.
Before Ferne could see it clearly, the organizer said almost immediately, "Send the girl back before you enjoy yourself. You can continue later."
This was aimed at Ferne. The crowd could not escape the organizers' eyes, for the lights were on and he was on the second floor with an excellent view of the downstairs.
The bikini girls were all standing on the stairs, while the little girls were sent back to the room on the first floor by the bodyguards. Ferne held the girl's hand and suddenly whispered to her, "You go with them first. I'll find a way and help you out later."
He brought her to the bodyguards. The people around him couldn't see his face through the mask, so they all bantered with him. They smiled and said, "Your taste is special, bro! Enjoy it?"
Ferne was annoyed, but he managed to restrain himself and smiled at them.
The smile was seen by the girl. She didn't believe that Ferne was serious about his words. He was still one of them. They were all liars, big liars.
She suddenly cried out, "Liars! You're all liars! Let me out! Let me out!"
She fiercely bit the wrist of the bodyguard who controlled her. Due to a moment's inattention, the bodyguard let go of her. She ran away and rushed towards the gate. Ferne stretched out his hand to stop it, but missed her by inches.
A gunshot rang out in midair. The girl was hit against the gate, blood splashing onto Ferne's face.
Ferne lowered his head and looked at his hand in shock. He could still feel the temperature of her blood, and there were traces of the girl's dirty claw prints on his white hands.
He swore a few minutes ago that he would save her.
But the next second, she died in front of him.
Rodney stopped but didn't turn around. He tilted his head and asked, "What's the matter?"
The organizer looked at him and said, "I have another question for you. Wait a moment."
Rodney stood there. He waited until everyone was checked and entered their rooms. Only Crowe, the organizer, and Ferne were left.
"Do you know why I kept you here?" The organizer took the list and walked around Ferne.
Ferne still remembered the corpse behind him. He was unwilling to put on any airs and said coldly, "Let's come to the point. Don't beat around the bush!"
The organizer smiled with an air of indifference. He even stroked the vampire mask on his face and said, "When the others came out, their clothes were all untidy. Only the two of you..."
His glanced at Ferne and Rodney. The two of them were neatly dressed, and their hairstyles weren't even messed up. But when the others ran for their lives in panic because of whoring and the fire, they were like drown mice. Some buttoned their shirts wrongly, and some of them even ran out without wearing their shoes.
The organizer walked around the two of them and showed his sharp teeth with a bloodthirsty smile. "I'm curious what are you guys doing in your rooms without enjoying yourselves?"
The penultimate was stressed in his words.
Ferne looked at Rodney. He couldn't figure out what Patrick was thinking through the mask, but he could feel that the man was very calm from beginning to end, as if he had already expected such an outcome.
The organizer stopped in front of Rodney. He was not as tall as Patrick, but he had an aura of authority. He bent to look at Patrick's eyes under the mask. "Or ... you are hiding something?" He said in a voice so low that it was like he was whispering,
Before Ferne uttered a word, there came a voice beside him, "I like men."
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