Seeing that the scimitar was about to cut his neck, Bern finished the above passage with the fastest speed in his life, and Damila's claw finally stopped, and the sharp blade had cut into his neck.

A few millimeters!

The bright red blood flowed down Bern's fair neck.

"Can you help me?"

Zheng Gongxiao's Damila claw was still on Bern's neck and asked coldly.

"Woooooooooooooooooo..."

It seemed that Bern, who had been forced to kiss by the god of death, his heart was beating and his breathing was like a bellows. He didn't care about the bloody wound on his neck and said quickly: "I can, my eyeliner is all over Budapest, you and

I work together, there is no problem with how many golden checks you want to collect!”

"Hmph, it's interesting, then, stop the bleeding first, by the way, swallow this!" Zheng Gongxiao pulled the corner of his mouth, put away Damila's claws, and then took out a fishy pill and threw it to Bern.

"Savant, what is this?"

While stopping the bleeding, Bern stared at the pills on his palm that were unknown and looked up and asked.

"Poison! Take it, if I can collect all the gc in seven days, then I will give you the antidote!"

"Ah? I heard that there are as many as 10 photos for all gcs! I can only do as much as possible..."

"Don't want to? Well, I'll kill you, so that I can save a precious poison!"

"No, no, 10 gcs, one is a lot, one word is certain! I, Bern, will definitely help you with all my strength!" Seeing Damira's claws being unsheathed, Bern hurriedly swallowed the smelly poison voraciously

Eat it, then get up, followed Zheng Gongxiao with a flattering smile, and walked out of the alley.

Oh, a mud ball rubbed in the sewer. I hope this little white face won’t really be 'poisoned'!

Zheng Gongxiao walked in front, listening to the faint vomiting behind him, touching a golden check that had just been snatched from his pocket, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, no matter how he looked, how awkward it was...

The villa in the Gulf of Venice, where the sea and sky meet, the afterglow of the setting sun was already heard, golden and sacred. At this time, the eighth hour appointment period also arrived as scheduled, with the extremely boring sound of "Didi"

, countless pairs of eyes in the villa hall were staring at the five pieces of slowly spitting out white paper.

Since exposing the true identity of Wise's trialist, the people in the hall seem to have a premonition, that is... something should happen in the eighth hour!

As the curled paper slowly revealed its figure, the black dots on it were also clearly visible, and with the previous ten experiences, Hughes and others could not accurately see the content of the encrypted message at a glance, but at the beginning

The familiar black dot matrix shape can be distinguished.

The four messages to which the four Hughes brothers belonged were all: Everything is peaceful...

This is normal. The trialer is not a god. It is impossible for him to pass on the good news that he has increased his points every time. But compared with this, the abnormal thing is... the telegraph machine to which Wise belongs. The white spit out

But there is still a blank space on the paper!

Half of them are out, why are there still not even a black spot on it?

This is the first time this happened! It's weird...

Jones laughed first: "No content? Dear brother, could this be the dying obituary of your cheap son-in-law? The blank represents the white chrysanthemum of death, so you are a little prepared first?"

Muse and Ince also echoed and laughed wildly: "It must be, we dare to bet a pound. There must be only two words behind this telegram, that is 'gameover'! Brother, yours

My daughter is going to be a widow, and your bet journey is about to end! Hahaha!"

Compared with his three younger brothers, Hughes was very reserved. But he suddenly felt relieved, as if he had put down a big stone: Can this guy Bern finally send back good news?

Faced with the ridicule, Wise and Griffith both had expressionless expressions and did not say a word, but their slightly dim eyes revealed the tension, anxiety and anxiety in their hearts.

Yes, why does the message have no marks?

Is this good luck or bad omen?

'Drip-', the telegraph machine marked Budapest finally spit out all the telegraph papers. On the square white paper, there was neither the joking words "gameover" nor the short obituary, which was still blank as if

Also, there is no black spot!

At this moment, everyone was stunned and thinking about something. Elder Beech stood up, walked to the operator responsible for operating the 'Budapest' telegraph machine, and asked in a deep voice: "What's going on?

Why is it empty?”

This strange situation is absolutely not registered in advance. According to the rules, even if everything is dull in the trial city, you have to send it over such words as "all peace"!

Could it be that the telegraph machine is broken?

The operator's forehead was covered with sweat. When faced with the elder's inquiry, he quickly bowed and replied softly: "Report to the elder, I don't know why, but... there is no word in Budapest.

!I have checked the machine and the circuit just now, and it looks normal on the surface!"

The scoundrels in the hall didn't understand these techniques, so Elder Beech couldn't find out why, so he frowned and said, "Maybe the person in charge over there was a moment of distractedness. Humph, after this bet ends, I

He will be punished for his dereliction of duty! It's just a blank message, so don't worry, it will definitely be normal next time..."

Since Elder Beech defined the strange incident in Guli, everyone would no longer ask questions. This time, the telegram was counted as the trialists from the five sides, and their respective points remained unchanged.

!

However, Hughes sat quietly on the chair with his chin in his arms, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart...

‘Didi, Didi…’

About fifteen minutes passed, a harsh telegraph sound suddenly sounded on the round table of Huang Nanmu. The sound was so abrupt and sharp that everyone's eyes in the hall projected over in surprise and strange way: This is a message.

The signal coming, but it is obviously not yet reached the right time!

"What's going on?"

Elder Beech quickly walked to the telegraph machine and shouted, "Who is doing it? Which telegraph machine is... Uh, damn it, why did the message come at this time? Hey, it's Budapest again... The person in charge of Budapest

, What the hell is he doing?!"

No need for the operator to answer. Everyone already understands which telegraph machine made the "drip" sound. On the table, the telegraph machine marked "Budapest" was slowly spitting out white paper, and on the white paper, it was already

It is not blank, but densely decorated with black dots!

Why are there any messages coming at this time?

Even if the person in charge of the newspaper sending in Budapest wants to make up for the merits and make up for a message, why are there so many contents on it?

Shouldn't it be the beginning of "all peace"?

The five brothers of the C-Royce family, including Wise, are very familiar with the format of the message: Why does this posture and the shape of the dot matrix seem to be the trialists in Budapest who have obtained points?

"Wow, the boss's son-in-law earns points? Haha, it seems that there are still a lot of them!"

Lion-headed Griffith was stunned for a moment and immediately laughed wildly: "Tortoise sons, your happy time is coming to an end. Come on, get ready to pay for it!"

Ince rubbed his nose and snorted, "Griffith. What are you bluffing? Do you recognize the password? Humph, maybe you have earned points? Maybe just like what the fourth brother said, this is that

What about the death of the yellow race!”

This sudden telegram touched the hearts of everyone in the hall, so the operator responsible for receiving the telegram was under great pressure. He wanted to receive the message quickly and translate it out.

However, depending on the situation, he listened and knocked, and the sweat beads on his forehead were getting more and more!

Time seemed to pass very slowly, and I don’t know how long it had passed. With a long sound, the only telegraph machine that was working finally stopped. The operator took off his headphones and said with difficulty: “I, I miss me

Did you hear it wrong? This is incredible!"

Telegram operators all have extremely rich experience in receiving telegrams, so they do not need to translate. After listening, they can know the general content of the message.

"I heard it wrong? Then go for a review quickly! Smith, don't stand there, come and translate it quickly. Haven't you seen all the adults waiting for the result of this message?"

Elder Beech glared at the operator, then called an interpreter, pulled the message out of the machine, and threw it to him.

The translation result came out soon, and the translator named Smith was also sweating coldly. After he finished copying, he narrowed his eyes and checked the codebook several times, and then he handed the result to Elder Beach in fear.

"Dancing, Smith, you took the wrong medicine...ah, this, this..."

Elder Beech took the note of the translation result, and before he finished scolding, his eyes swept on the note suddenly glared, and his hand shook, and the note of the note of the result fell to the ground.

"Elder Beech, are you Alzheimer's disease? You can't even hold a note. I'll come to see...ah?ah!ah..."

The muse was quick to do something, and bent down to grab the note first, but after just a glance, his expression was exactly the same as Elder Beech, as if he was astonished as a wooden carving, his mouth could not be closed even if it opened!

"Eight, eight hundred...three, thirty?!!"

Hughes grabbed the note from the muse, and when he saw the result on it, a cold air rushed straight from the tailbone to the back of his head!

An unknown premonition was fulfilled: Zheng Gongxiao, the trialist representing Wise's side, Ju... actually got 830 points in one go! Is this a sight of the dead? How is it possible!

"Wrong, it must be wrong, it must be wrong!"

Ince and Jones read the note and were also worried, then howled like crazy: "It can't be 830 points, it must be that the machine is wrong, or the person receiving the message is confused! Re-check

, let's check it out!"

A nearly impossible 830 points made the hall a mess, and even Bergson came over to see where the error occurred!

How could the Chinese, who was thought to be about to be finished, get a high score of 830? Is this a joke that God is bored and makes for everyone?

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's such anger. It's such a big face for us, and it's such a loud slap for you bastards!"

Griffith laughed and copied the note in his hand: "830 points? That means, Mr. Zheng killed a golden check carrier? Well, little Kalanka has a pretty good vision.

Well, this time, he earned £83 million for his father!”

"Griffith, don't be too happy too early!"
To be continued...