Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 636 Preparation for the Battle (4K)

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

"Are you okay traveling alone?" William asked with concern.

"No problem, just go ahead."

William and Li Mingzheng turned around and walked towards the dining room. 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.

strangeness……

They were talking very quietly just now, could they have heard it?
Walking into the living room, everyone sat down at their favorite seats at the long table. Everyone chose a seat away from Yi Lei without any prior agreement.

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

Li Ming was sitting next to William, his hands moving awkwardly between the table and his thighs, looking very uncomfortable.

Seeing this scene, William chuckled and comforted:
"Just listen. You are here on behalf of Mr. Naganuma. When the time comes, just convey what you hear 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 Hayashinama studio with me the painter Naganuma Hisaburo?
After the filming was over, he saw the other person die with his own eyes.

He died next to him, his stomach was cut open and his internal organs were spilling all over the floor. He died in a miserable way.

But now, William actually asked him to convey the content of the next meeting to Hisaburo Naganuma. What was going on?

"Could it be that he didn't..."

“No, no, no, don’t get me wrong, Mr. Naganuma is indeed dead, but how can I put it?

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

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

Li Mingzheng suppressed the doubts in his mind and focused his attention on the present, then he heard the writer's voice coming from the other end of the table.

"There are quite a lot of people here. Thank you for all the trouble. I am an old man with a disability and cannot go out."

Li Mingzheng looked at the writer. All the infusion needles on his body had been removed and hemostatic patches had been put on.

Then, he was slightly stunned and suddenly realized that something was wrong!
He had so many IV needles, and he took them out all by himself? And then he pushed the wheelchair here by himself?
No, Li Mingzheng remembered very clearly that when he saw the writer coming, he did not push the wheelchair himself.

So someone else pushed it?

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

The memory seems to have been tampered with and has become strange.

Could this be the other party's special ability?

Li Mingzheng cast a questioning 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 often."

Li Mingzheng looked at other people carefully and found that among the people present, only Lin Tiandong felt as surprised and confused as he did.

Although the other party concealed this emotion very well, his observation of human micro-expressions had become extremely detailed, and he still caught the vigilance and confusion hidden deep in Lin Tiandong's eyes.

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

Li Mingzheng smiled very respectfully.

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

William pulled out a few portraits from the pocket of his Tang suit and spread them out on the table. There were colored sketches on them, an orange-haired man with fangs, an ordinary man with plain 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 forms of the Named One. The one with the strongest combat power among them should be him." William pressed his finger on the portrait of Zhe.

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

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

At this moment, the fat man wearing the mask with the Roman numeral 1 on it suddenly stood up, grabbed the portrait on the table, and shouted while dancing like a child, "Then he is my toy! Hahaha, no one of you can snatch it from me. I got it first, and it's mine!"

"Boss, stop making trouble and let William finish what he is saying." The writer said.

After hearing what the writer said, Man No. 1 stopped laughing. He said "oh" softly and sat down again.

"Give the portrait back to the owner as well."

Man No. 1 scratched his head through the hood, like a child who had made a mistake, and handed the portrait back to William embarrassedly.

"Thank you... As a layman, I can't offer any useful advice on killing a human body, but my brother asked me to bring these books here, so I'm sure they can help."

After that, William lifted the suitcase he was carrying from his feet to the table, pressed the fixing clip, and opened the suitcase.

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.

The tattered books were neatly stacked in acrylic boxes filled with cotton.

"Book!!!!"

The moment the box was opened, before Li Mingzheng could react, the five strange men in hoods sitting opposite him all suddenly stood up and leaned forward like lightning.

"Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!"

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

The air at the scene seemed to solidify, like a sticky paste that made people uncomfortable breathing.

Li Mingzheng opened his mouth wide, staring blankly at the scene, watching the blood flow from the hands of those people onto the table.

What just... happened?
The speed was too fast and he couldn't see anything clearly!
He only saw these five people stand up, and then it became like this the next second.

"Snapped!"

William closed the box.

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

"It's okay. These kids need to be taught a lesson. It's good to love reading, but now is not the time to read. If they want to read, they should wait until the official duel." The writer sighed helplessly.

Then, the daggers disappeared on the backs of the five men's hands, and they sat down again muttering to each other.

“Since William has brought all the things, let’s arrange the order of the battle. You five should not look for the people in the portrait.

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

"No! I want to fight the orange-haired guy!" Hood No. 1 yelled.

Yi Lei, who was sitting at the edge of the dining table, also raised his hand at this time: "Master Anonymous, let you handle these matters. I have something very important to do."

Yi Lei paused for a second, 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 now it seems that if I don’t participate this time, you will probably be in trouble.

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

Her name is Su Weiyu, she is Su Yue's sister, but no one in the world knows her. In my memory, she was suddenly forgotten by the whole world, and since then, the only ones who can recognize her are monsters. "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 masked men who were anxious because of the book. Li Ming was sitting in a chair with a dazed look on his face, his attention completely focused on what had just happened.

Lin Tiandong and the Pharaoh Bandage Man seemed to have completely ignored what Yi Lei had just said.

"There are still people like this..."

The writer's old and sagging eyelids suddenly pulled up after he heard about Su Weiyu, and he looked as if he had become dozens of years more energetic.

At this time, William on the side just talked about the most important topic: "In this named war, the person you value most is also the one 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."

"How interesting... In the Control Bureau's propaganda, it was Shianna who solved the Blood Mother Cult, and that guy's name was even added. How do you know it was him who stopped it?" Yi Lei looked at William cunningly.

"Although it may sound unpleasant, we all think that it is impossible for Death Fight Bandage to stop the assassination alone, and we know Xia Shou better... Since he participated in the mission, it is very likely that he did it."

William glanced cautiously at the Pharaoh Bandage Man.

"He was at the scene when Jin Fenglong was expelled, but he survived. I think Chi Shuweng probably wanted him to disappear." Anonymous murmured in an old voice.

Lin Tiandong listened in silence. 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 in the new generation.

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

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

During that dinner, Xia Shou promised to help him get a chance to visit his mother, which made him more certain of this idea.

But now, Lin Tiandong realized 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: “What’s the matter?”

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

Were you there when he killed the Ghostbinder?" William asked with a smile.

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

"Oh, that's a pity. By the way, 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... is he... qualified?" William frowned, showing a doubtful expression.

"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 this, 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 a fact.

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

After hearing these words, the fat man in the hood started breathing rapidly, and the heavy breathing could be heard by everyone present.

His body grew visibly bigger, and the originally loose hood was stretched as tight as a pair of stockings, tightly covering his fat face.

The shape of his plump facial features was clearly visible through the thin fabric of the hood.

"What did you say, you stinky thing?!"

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

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 that be? These kids just can't see how special you are." The writer smiled apologetically.

After saying that, the writer gave a look to the other four masked men. The other four stood up, came to the fat man, and whispered something. Then the fat man quickly wilted like a deflated ball.

He snorted like a scolded child, stood up and left the table, running to the living room alone.

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

William, we don't need to worry about what Mr. Yi Lei does. I believe Mr. Yi Lei will cooperate with us in his own way.

What he said was absolutely right. In this battle for the title, strength was not important.

I think he saw the potential in this kid.”

William nodded, hiding his surprise well.

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

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

Could it be... that I was mistaken?

But isn’t Yi Lei, the Life Artist, just a more powerful criminal?

Although this person had planned the ceremony that shocked Britain, it was not enough for the writer to treat it in this way.

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

"I see. Do you need my help in preparing anything? Although our royal family is not what it used to be, our collection is still quite rich. If you need it..."

"No need." Yi Lei refused directly.

"Yi Lei," the writer suddenly spoke, interrupting the conversation between the two. This time, he did not use honorifics.

"What do you mean?" Yi Lei asked back.

The writer glanced at Lin Tiandong.

"I can feel it. This child has a strong desire to travel and a sense of freedom that 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 you leave the child named Su Weiyu to an old man like me?"

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

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

"Soul? If it's a soul, I can give it to you." Yi Lei said.

The two of them divided up Su Weiyu's ownership in just a few words, just like dividing the spoils.

(End of this chapter)