Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 86 Kidnapper
Subtitle of this chapter: Aren’t younger brothers meant to block knives?
There is great terror between life and death.
Yuan Yanshu used to think that this sentence was very high-class, but now she understands that it is really a wise saying. Facing this life-and-death situation, there is really no other thought in her mind except the question of "will I die?"
Our Master Yuan suppressed the great fear in his heart, gritted his teeth, slowed down his pace, and walked slowly to the coat rack.
Just as he reached out to take off his hat, he suddenly heard Sister Vivian raise her voice and say, "He really refuses to say anything."
"Wan, and Zhuang, come out now!"
Before our Master Yuan could understand what was happening, he heard a "creak" and two men walked out from the kitchen, one after the other.
The person walking in front was a middle-aged white man. He was about 40 years old, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and his facial features were so plain that they made people feel bored. Apart from a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a small mustache, he had a white face. His dress was also interesting, he looked like an ordinary shopkeeper, but he was holding a walking stick in his hand.
The person following behind him was actually an East Asian. This yellow man was about the same age as Yuan Yanshu, a little shorter than him, but much stronger. He had a yellowish-black complexion like a typical Cantonese, with a pointed face and monkey cheeks, but his small eyes were very lively, and he looked very smart.
Yuan Yan suddenly noticed that the five fingers on his big hands were almost the same length, as thick as carrots, and covered with various new and old scars... He was startled, could this also be a martial artist? Or was he practicing Iron Sand Palm?
The middle-aged man walking in front of us walked over slowly with a warm smile on his face, bowed slightly and said, "Hello, Comrade Yuan."
"Ah, hello, hello." Although this guy didn't look threatening, our Master Yuan always felt something was wrong, so he responded absentmindedly.
Comrade "Van" didn't care about his attitude and said with a hearty smile: "Comrade Yuan, I have heard of you for a long time. It's an honor to meet you for the first time..."
Nice to meet you... No, I've seen this guy before!
Yuan Yan's heart suddenly moved, and many fragments that had been dormant in the ocean of memory suddenly jumped out. The young plumber who had just come to the apartment, the white-haired old man who asked him for directions on the street, the slovenly beggar outside the restaurant, the middle-aged teacher who passed by him at school...
I have actually met this guy many times. No, this guy has been following me all the time!
But why could I recognize it?
"Master Ball..."
"Host, don't forget that the Hedonistic Devil's Kiss card gave you a little disguise."
So that's how it is! If your ability to disguise improves, then your ability to see through other people's disguises will naturally improve as well.
"Toggle nerd state."
He didn't say it out loud, but revealed a somewhat arrogant look, nodded lightly and said: "Me too."
The East Asian man behind him actually stepped forward, clasped his fists, and said in Cantonese-accented Chinese: "Comrade Yuan, nice to meet you!"
This anarchist fighter turned out to be a fellow Seris.
Our Master Yuan could only bow and say, "Nice to meet you. What is your name, sir?"
"My surname is Zhuang and my courtesy name is Kunlun."
"So it's Comrade Zhuang Kunlun. There's a poem that says: All people in the four seas are brothers, and peace is the most precious thing among the five continents. Can you and I call each other brothers?"
"Pika Pika."
"Master Ball, if you keep nagging me at this time, I'll be angry.!”
"All men are brothers, and peace is the most precious thing in the world! Brother Hongjian is really good at reciting poems. This is exactly what I want."
"No, no, Brother Kunlun, you are too kind."
They spoke Chinese for a long time. Comrade Wan was fine. Sister Wei An finally couldn't help but said angrily, "Okay, you Chinese can chat later. I can't keep Comrade Yuan, so it's up to you two."
Comrade Wan and Comrade Zhuang looked at each other, and the white man coughed and said, "Ahem, Comrade Yuan has helped us a lot, so if you must leave, we won't stop you..."
"That's good!" Hearing him say that, Yuan Yan quickly took off her hat and put it on her head. She casually stroked the brim of the hat with her finger as a greeting and said, "Goodbye, um, goodbye."
The three people in the store really didn't stop him, and Comrade Wan said calmly, "But the gentleman who had breakfast with you yesterday is going to stay."
Master Yuan, who was about to leave, was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, but only for a moment, and he still walked towards the door.
Well, actually I am not that familiar with Mr. Ai Shouyi.
Well, if a bachelor like him died here, no one would miss him, and no one would be sad.
Well, he is just a novelist. Without him, there will be at most a few less Cthulhu-style novels, which is a good deal for me.
Well, speaking of recruiting younger brothers, a time traveler like me is afraid that I won’t be able to recruit younger brothers.
Well, the SCP Foundation is just a brainwave, and I don’t have the time to make every brainwave come true.
Well, I can handle the SCP magazine even without him. With money and B-coins, I can get a dozen of these magazines!
Well, what does the death of a white devil have to do with me, a Seres?
Well, he may not die...
"jingle."
A crisp metallic collision sound brought Master Yuan back to his senses. He found that he had already opened the door. He only needed to take one more step forward to regain his freedom...
All right!
He sighed deeply, closed the door gently, turned around slowly, and stared at the middle-aged white man for a long time.
After a long while, Yuan Yan, who still didn't understand what she was thinking, suddenly smiled very brightly, shrugged her shoulders and said, "Okay, take me to see him."
"Comrade Yuan, please see that your companion is safe and sound."
Yes, of course he was safe and sound sleeping like a dead pig in the corner behind the counter.
"Where did you kidnap him from?"
"It's in the hotel where he's staying. Don't worry, it's just a little bit of rice. Zhuang is an expert in this area, so there won't be any problem."
Oh, you can't judge a person by his appearance. This Zhuang Kunlun who looks like a giant macaque is also good at drug abuse... um, anesthesia.
"Our business has nothing to do with him, so I hope you ."
"Of course."
"Okay, what do you want to know?"
"It's an old question. Comrade Yuan, which organization do you belong to?"
"My organization? Since you asked sincerely, I will be very generous... Well, I will tell you the truth. My organization is called..."
"The SCP Foundation!"
