I cut reality into a movie

"I like the word best."

Luo Meng smiled, twisted his wrist, and inserted a delicate rose into the pen holder of the lady at the front desk: "Ma'am, thank you for introducing me to this best room, this is a small thank you .”

"Hehehe, sir, you are very polite."

A bright smile bloomed on the face of the young lady at the front desk. She covered her mouth and happily checked in for Romon, completely ignoring that Romon paid the bill with a large amount of cash.

"Sir, I wish you the most beautiful sunset and the most wonderful evening."

Handed the room card to Romon respectfully, the hint in the eyes of the lady at the front desk was self-evident, but Romon was destined not to understand her hint, took the room card with a smile, and Romon turned and walked towards the hall The VIP elevator room on the right.

Looking at the back of Romon's departure, the FBI agent who had been waiting in the lobby envied him: "This dog painter's life is too good, he lives in the most luxurious hotel when he goes out, and he can seduce people when he sees beautiful girls With spring in my heart, I will sacrifice myself on the spot.”

"On my side, she's almost 30 years old. She hasn't even touched a girl's hand once. The only person of the opposite sex who communicates with her every day is my mother!"

"The gap between people is bigger than that between people and dogs."

Sitting on the sofa in the lobby, muttering and complaining for a long time, the FBI agent touched the stubble on his face, wondering if he could work on his appearance, and then walked to the front desk with a contemplative expression.

"Sir, what do you need?"

It was still the same lady at the front desk, with the same smile on her face, but the FBI agent could clearly feel that the smile he was facing was an American fake smile, while the smile the artist was facing was a sweet smile from the heart.

Hey ~

The gap.

Expressing emotion again, the FBI agent asked in a low voice: "I want to ask which room the Asian lived in just now?"

"I'm sorry sir, we can't casually disclose the customer's check-in information, please understand." The hotel front desk immediately refused.

Unsurprisingly, it was rejected.

And every time an FBI agent goes out to investigate a case, his favorite process is the slap in the face after being rejected, showing his FBI ID photo with a 'snap', and then the other party immediately changes his words.

It was still the same operation today, the FBI agent didn't speak, just reached out his hand to take out his ID photo from his jacket pocket, and showed it to the lady at the front desk.

"Ma'am, can you tell me now?"

"I……"

Seeing that the lady at the front desk was still hesitating, the FBI agent suddenly reached out and picked up the rose that Romon had inserted in the pen holder just now: "That man has given at least three figures of flowers to girls like this."

"He lives in Room 001."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Looking at the lady at the front desk who changed her words instantly, the FBI agent smiled from the bottom of her heart: Painter, who made you unlucky enough to meet me? I’m really sorry for ruining your beautiful night~~~

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Laughing wildly in his heart, the FBI agent found an unobstructed corner and dialed the phone number of Marlowe: "Stationmaster, the artist is with me, Presidential Suite 001, Lake Bay Hotel."

"Okay, let's go there right away!"

With the end of this report call, the FBI's arrest of painters seemed to be coming to an end, but in fact it was:

Romon didn't go to Suite 001 at all. After booking that room, he went directly to the 20th floor of the hotel, where the third-tier Hollywood actress lived.

It was still perfect timing. When Romon walked out of the elevator and stepped on the velvet carpet to the 20th floor, the third-tier Hollywood actress was about to open the door of her room 2004.

The virtual camera follows the actress's high heels all the way up, sweeping over her round heels, her smooth calves, her upturned buttocks, her alluring waistline, and her straight back, Finally, it was fixed on her smiling face facing Romon.

"Hi~"

"Hi~"

"Ma'am, let me ask, have we met before?" Romon stood up straight and looked at each other with a smile.

"If you're talking about the meeting downstairs in the hotel, sir, we did."

"No, I said much earlier, like on the red carpet at a film festival."

"Maybe, I did act in a few movies, but only in supporting roles."

"A good supporting cast is impressive too, don't you think, Ms. Shelley?"

"Hehe, I didn't expect you, sir, to really know me."

Cheryl smiled. She was quite happy to be recognized by a young, handsome, rich man like Romon, who was also worth hooking up.

"When you came, you drove a beautiful Aston Martin." Shelly praised.

"That's not my prettiest car."

As Romon said, he turned his body and turned himself to face Cherry: "May I ask you for an autograph?"

"Do you have a pen in your room?"

"Probably not, but I believe you must have them in your room, because I remember you said in the interview that you love literature and like to take notes in books."

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"Tom, where is the painter?" With more than 20 detectives, Marlow hurried into the lobby of the Lake Bay Hotel.

"30th floor, suite 001, that man just went up 10 minutes ago, he should be resting in the room now." Agent Tom, who has been monitoring the Lake Bay Hotel, replied.

"Very well, today is the moment when the painter is arrested!"

Marlow smiled and looked at Tifa aside, just about to say a few words to the hero who captured the painter when he saw Tifa's face full of thoughts: "What's the matter, Genfor Special agent? I see why you look preoccupied?"

"Station Master, I was just thinking, would the painter really be arrested so easily, just expose himself so simply, and then be caught by us in the hotel?"

Tifa knew Romon well, knew that he would not end the game so boringly, and he definitely had follow-up arrangements.

"Hahaha, Detective Genfort, this is why you are worrying too much. No matter how good a painter is, he is still a human being after all. He is not God, and it is impossible for him to make everything perfect."

"And it wasn't easy for us to catch him. It took us more than a month to fly all over cities in the United States. If this is easy to catch, then there is no criminal in this world who is difficult to catch."

Marlowe smiled disapprovingly, then waved to the younger brother beside him, "Action! Goal: Capture the painter!"

A group of FBI agents with live ammunition rushed into the VIP elevator aggressively, but when they took the elevator all the way to the 30th floor, Romon also entered Cherry's suite.

"Romanee-Conti 1999, I don't know if it's true or not, but I drink it pretty well." Taking out the red wine she had collected, Cherry poured 1/3 glass for Romon and herself respectively.

"cheers."

"uh-huh."

Two transparent wine glasses collided, Cherry raised her slender neck, drank the wine inside, and then looked at Romon through the glass with a little red wine hanging on it:

"A person like you can buy anything you want in this world, right?"

"Maybe it's okay~"

Under Romon's slight smile, Cherry twisted her waist and walked to the tea table, picked up a deck of poker on it, and said softly to Romon, "This is a card from the hotel gift shop. The price of a deck is about It's $2."

"Well, then, do you want to watch card tricks?"

"No, I just wanted to ask, how much would you pay for me if I were in the hotel gift shop?"

"Uh...that, ma'am, I don't quite understand, what does it mean to buy you?" Romon pretended to be innocent, and kept scratching his hair, as if he didn't understand anything.

"From now until the morning sun rises tomorrow, how much will you pay for a night with me?"

"That... Cherry, I really don't know..."

"Do not be afraid."

Cheryl took a few steps forward, stood in front of Romon, cut the poker in her hand and said, "Make your bid."

"Sigh~~~"

Romon took a breath, stood up from the sofa, looked Cherry up and down and said:

"Five thousand dollars?"

"Go fish! (American slang, a card game term from a card game, which is equivalent to someone asking you if you want a card, which can be extended to mean that someone is not satisfied with your conditions and does not agree to your request)."

Without a smile on her face, Cheryl took out a card and flew towards Romon.

"Ten thousand dollars?" Romon continued to increase the price.

"Go fish!" Cheryl continued to refuse, but there was a smile on her face.

"Fifteen thousand?"

"Go fish!" Cheryl circled around Romon, smiling and threw a poker in front of his chest.

"Twenty thousand?"

"Hehehe, Go fish!" Cherry's smile became brighter and brighter, but she still didn't agree.

"fifty thousand!"

Romon directly quoted ten times the starting price, which made Cherry stop in circles.

"Okay, fifty thousand."

A bright and soft smile bloomed on Cherry's face, she turned around and walked towards Romon step by step: "How did I see those money?"

"cash."

With a flick of Romon's wrist, a stack of sealed dollar bills worth [-] yuan appeared in his hand.

The wrist shook five times in a row, and five stacks of dollar bills appeared on the table.

"Are you a magician?"

Seeing Romon's miraculous method of changing money, Cheryl's eyes were straightened.

"A little hobby."

Luo Meng smiled and raised his hand to signal Cherry to inspect the banknotes: "You can check the authenticity and check the number of banknotes."

"give me sometime."

Cherry was very straightforward, she turned around and went to her dressing table, took out a money detector lamp from the makeup box, and inspected the money on the table.

For Cherry's behavior, Romon is quite... how should I put it, I agree, at least she is standing in front of you, and the price is clearly marked, unlike the anchors on the Internet, people are even ghosts. Licking his face and asking for money.

Cherry wasn't so stingy enough to check all the banknotes, and took out a few at random. After confirming that they were genuine, Cherry threw the banknote inspection lamp in her hand on the sofa, and wrapped her arms around Romon's neck naturally:

"From now on, I belong to you."

The camera of the guest room was turned off at this moment, and when the camera was turned on again, Marlowe was already leading the FBI agents to surround Romon's suite 001.

"Go, open the door."

Softly instructing the hotel waiter to come forward and open the door, Marlowe and several detectives were leaning against the door with guns in hand, ready to launch a surprise attack at any time.

click.

With a soft sound, the wooden door of suite 001 opened.

Marlowe dragged the hotel waiter and threw it behind him. He opened the door and rushed in with a gun: "Don't move! FBI!"

Marlow yelled loudly, but there was no response in the room.

no one?

Still hiding?

Using gestures, Marlowe directed the detectives behind him to start searching, and then he saw the note that Romon had left on the coffee table in the living room.

[The officers of the FBI have worked hard. In order to thank you for your hard work in chasing me all the way, I specially reserved the best sunset suite in Chicago for the officers to relax. 】

[Drinks and meals can be ordered casually, all consumption is mine, I wish you all a good time. 】

joy?

To hell with being happy.

Marlo crumpled the note left by Romon into a ball, and then threw it in the direction of the French window in front of him.

As the ball of paper was thrown out, the afterglow of the setting sun happened to splash in, and Marlowe still saw the most beautiful sunset in Chicago that Romon had prepared for him.

Oh shit!

Chapter 096 Just wait for your plane to fall!

Marlowe returned without success.

Although as far as his heart is concerned, he really wanted to knock on the door of every room in the Lake Bay Hotel to check if there was any trace of the painter inside.

But this soul-stirring search method can only be imagined in my heart.