TARGET TWO The Secret of the Mission Cards: What is the Mission? Part 4
In the mysterious room, under the dim light, a man in evening gown sat on a sofa with exquisite workmanship and intricate European patterns. His fingers wearing white gentleman gloves gently pinched the red wine glass, and the red wine in the glass flashed bright red light in the dim light, looking so seductive.
The man's face was hidden in the darkness, but the corners of his mouth, exposed in the dim light, showed an evil smile.
"Is that you?" he said, then brought the glass to his lips and took a sip.
Bright sunlight shone into the room from the clean windows, and every corner was immersed in the lazy atmosphere of Sunday. It should have been a good day, but I had no interest in enjoying this rare Sunday. Because the big stone in my heart had not been put down at all, but became heavier as time passed. I sat on the bed with a quilt in my arms, thinking about the task card that had passed away, thinking about the evaluation, and thinking about Duverger's hysterical roar...
"Oh my God! What should I do?" I lay back heavily on the bed, rubbing my messy hair hard with my hands.
Just then, I heard a scream not far from the door.
"Ah—there are cockroaches! There are cockroaches!"
“Help!”
"It's flying towards me, someone please drive it away!"
It was Romanee and the others. Such noble ladies rarely disregarded their manners and dignity. They must have been frightened.
I jumped out of bed and just opened the door, I saw Romanie and the other two rushing towards me with panicked looks on their faces. They were so frightened that their faces turned pale and their hair styles were messed up, but it looked much better than my messy hair.
"Graya, hurry! Hurry! There's a cockroach !" Romani hid behind me, her face pale with fear, and pointed her finger at a corner. And there, there was a little reptile cockroach that made them panic. This cockroach seemed very happy, crawling around in circles, showing a momentum that was stronger than humans.
Sure enough, when the girl competed with the cockroach, the cockroach won.
"Graya, drive it away quickly! I don't dare to dissect a creature like this!" Nicole was also terrified and shrank behind me. Havensting also screamed in panic: "Help! Help! Why does the world have such a terrifying creature!"
Three pale-faced girls hid behind me, holding me, with my messy hair, wrinkled pajamas, and still not out of bed, in front of them like a shield. Okay, okay, let me take care of it.
I took down the dartboard on the wall and pulled out the dart. I aimed the dartboard at the cockroach, and after a long time of gesturing, I threw it hard. But the dartboard went off the target and hit the metal armored soldier next to the cockroach. The soldier's raised hand fell down under the impact, and then the long-handled iron axe in the soldier's hand also fell down rapidly. With a bang, dust flew up, and Xiaoqiang died under the iron axe.
"Greya, you are so awesome!" Romani looked at me with admiration, which instantly satisfied my surging vanity. Yes, I am a hero, am I not?
"Yes, yes, Graya, you are worthy of being our leader, you are so amazing!" Nicole held up an exquisite crystal gift box with a shining scalpel inside. She said excitedly, "This is an anatomical artifact that I have treasured for many years. You are so amazing and saved all of us, so I must give it to you. It is very useful for dissection! Please accept it!"
I felt a chill all over my body, waved my hand and took two steps back, but unexpectedly, Havensting hugged me in his arms.
"Lady Graya, you are amazing!" She jumped excitedly and said, "You know, you are so suitable for dressing up. Please let me dress you up as a reward for us!"
I smiled awkwardly, surrounded by three excited girls. Although the shadow in my heart was still lingering, their admiration made me feel like a hero, even though I was not really that good at fighting.
"Look, remember to close the window, otherwise bugs can easily fly in." I walked to the window, facing them, and demonstrated to them. I closed the window with all my strength, but it felt like something was wrong... It seemed like... something was caught in the window. I turned my back to the glass window and smiled at them, "Look, just close it!" Behind me, there was a scream of a man falling rapidly.
I didn’t sleep well last night and I even had auditory hallucinations.
I smiled and comforted myself. I walked up to the three of them, held their hands, and said, "Look, the window track isn't working properly. I had a hard time closing the window just now. Let's notify the school property management to come and fix it some other day!"
Romani and the other two nodded hastily and said, "Yeah, it feels pretty weird."
"Yes, yes, I had the window closed just now, but the sound from the track was so loud, it sounded like someone was screaming!"
"Yeah, that's scary!"
I took out a bottle of insecticide from the house and said to them, "Insect prevention work must be done in advance, otherwise it will be bad if cockroaches visit again." As I said that, I took two steps to the vent, looked up and smiled at the vent, suddenly took out the insecticide in my hand , and sprayed it at the vent.
Along with the spray of white smoke, I seemed to hear a wailing coming from the ventilation duct, and the sound of something rolling down with a clang.
I was stunned. What sounded so strange? It was quiet for a few seconds. Three girls rushed over excitedly and surrounded me, chattering, "Grayya, you are great. You have eliminated all the pests hiding in the ventilation duct!"
"Yes, we can rest assured from now on!"
"Yes, please let me dress you up!"
I sighed in relief, rubbed the back of my head and laughed foolishly: "Apart from pests, what else could there be in the ventilation duct, right? Haha——"
Romani rushed over and grabbed my hand, her eyes full of admiration and gratitude: "Graya, to express our sincere gratitude, we will treat you to a meal!"
Nicole was even more excited. She rushed over and said enthusiastically, "How about I dissect the frog and roast it for everyone to eat?"
The three of us were all speechless and shook our heads firmly and in unison at her.
Nicole returned disappointed, but Havensted finally got what she wanted. The three of them took me to Romanee's luxurious dressing room, and Havensted took charge of my appearance and made a major transformation.
In a 180-square-meter cloakroom filled with luxury brands, Romanee picked out a suit that best suited my skin color. Nicole was teaching us about anatomy and constantly trying to get us to try her frog barbecue dinner, but we refused. Havensting held a comb in his mouth and a hair spray in his hand, and began to take care of my messy hair. Then he opened a huge makeup box, took out brushes of various sizes, dipped them in cosmetics I didn't know the name of, and started to create on my face.
After a long time, I was so sleepy that I nodded my head repeatedly, and finally received Havensteen's command: "Okay, it's done!"
"Ah, it's finally done." I yawned and stood up. Before I could react, three people pushed me in front of a tall dressing mirror. They said excitedly, "Look, look!"
"Yes, look at our masterpiece!"
At their urging, I finally opened my hazy eyes. I looked closely and my eyes widened immediately: Who is this girl? The lady's fluffy bun made her long golden wavy hair look elegant and unique, and her face with light and delicate makeup was even more charming. The jelly-colored lipstick, long and distinct eyelashes, beautiful blush, and eyebrows of appropriate thickness all perfectly displayed the girl's beauty. In addition, with the limited edition brand chiffon suit sponsored by Romanee, I became a person I couldn't believe - is this me? How can she be so beautiful?
"Are you satisfied?" Havensting put away the makeup box contentedly and looked at her work.
"I think this chiffon dress suits you better than me, so I'll give it to you!" Romani also expressed her appreciation and complained to Havensteen, "Why didn't you dress me up like this before?"
Nicole, who was waiting on the side, was obviously getting impatient . Besides caring about her anatomy, she was also concerned about her stomach: "Are you guys okay? If you don't leave, I'm going to roast frogs for you."
The three of us waved our hands, quickly grabbed our things, and ran to the door. Perhaps because we were frightened by Nicole's anatomical barbecue dinner, we pushed the door open regardless.
The door opened with a bang, and we filed out and ran to the roadside, with clouds of dust all the way. As we ran, we discussed: "By the way, did you feel anything wrong when you opened the door just now?"
"Yeah, something is wrong. It seems like it hit something?"
"No way! You guys are just being overly sensitive! The door obviously doesn't work anymore. Ask the property management to fix it some other day!"
"What's wrong with me lately? Why are all these things so hard to use? It's so weird!"
We came to the side of the road. Romani kept looking back and asked in confusion, "It's so strange. Why do I feel like someone is following us?"
I patted her shoulders, thinking that she might not have slept well either: "Hahaha, no way! Let's take a taxi to the restaurant. I'm so hungry!" After saying that, I quickly reached out to stop a taxi.
The taxi braked to a sudden stop in front of us as I reached out to stop it. Then I heard a bang, as if something was knocked flying.
The driver held the steering wheel, his lips trembling and unable to speak, obviously frightened. But we didn't think anything of it - there were too many strange things happening today, nothing to be surprised about.
Romani grabbed my hand that was trying to stop a car and said, "If it had been before, I would have definitely called you a bumpkin. Why are you going out to stop a car? Aren't our car and driver waiting over there?" As she spoke, she pointed and saw an extended Bentley parked not far away.
"I'll ask him to drive over now." Romani waved to the driver.
The black extended Bentley started up, quickly drove to our side, and stopped quietly. As the car drove away, I seemed to see Duverger hiding behind the car with a terrified expression. No, it couldn't be Duverger, he was so confident, how could he show such a terrified expression?
Nicole, who was standing at the end, suddenly shouted, "Look, isn't that Duverg?"
We looked in the direction of the sound and saw a shivering man huddled in the corner behind the Bentley. He seemed to be seriously injured, with his head buried in his knees.
"How could this be Duverg! Let's go!" I told them to hurry up and laughed at their judgment in my heart: How could this be Duverg? Duverg is a perfectionist, always so majestic, and even more arrogant to me. How could such a miserable person be Duverg? What a joke.
