Chapter 14 Choose a lucky number, how about 3?
Chapter 14 Choose a lucky number, how about three?
"Hahahahahaha!"
The wild laughter echoed throughout the entire conference room, so much so that even the security guards waiting outside the door were stunned.
At this moment, Wu Lan's hair was messy and she even bent over with laughter.
"Hahahaha... So, what you mean is that the person who killed Luo Chen by accident will also kill me by accident, right?"
Wu Lan suddenly stopped laughing, and looked at Ning Feng with murderous eyes.
Her tone was somewhat sinister and slightly sarcastic, and she said word by word: "Then, could you please tell me, Mr. Feng, when will the accident happen to me?"
The air condensed at this moment, and the atmosphere in the entire conference room became subtle.
6:11:20 PM,
"Crash"...
The sound of pouring wine broke the deathly silent atmosphere.
Ning Feng sat on the sofa, leaned forward, picked up the wine bottle with his right hand, and poured the wine glass in front of Wu Lan into it.
The wine splashed everywhere, and after it was filled, it overflowed over the rim of the glass, spilled onto the coffee table, and dripped onto the floor.
Tick, tick, tick.
Until the last drop of wine is poured out.
The bottle was put back in its place.
This strange behavior caused Wu Lan to frown.
"I think the next accident will happen today."
Ning Feng smiled slightly and looked out the window which had become somewhat dark.
"Today... is a nice day."
Then he got up from the sofa, stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and overlooked the street scene below.
At a height of 100 meters, vehicles and pedestrians are as small as sesame seeds and mung beans.
But Ning Feng could see clearly that the traffic police who was directing traffic was blowing the whistle rapidly.
There was a street lamp right below, and the light bulb flickered...
"Do you think I'm going to believe this nonsense?"
Wu Lan stood up, her pretty face full of coldness.
However, Ning Feng, who was standing in front of the French window, suddenly turned around.
When Wu Lan was not paying attention, he gently placed his hand on her chin and lifted it upwards with a little force from his fingers.
The voice was full of temptation.
“Pick a number.”
"What?" Wu Lan was shocked that she had not been prepared for Ning Feng's actions, and she frowned subconsciously and asked.
"Pick a number you like." Ning Feng repeated.
Immediately he put down his hand that was under Wu Lan's chin, took a long breath, and answered his own questions.
"Forget it, I'll help you choose."
"How's [3]? Very auspicious."
After saying that, he walked straight towards the door of the conference room under Wu Lan's suspicious gaze.
When he opened the door, the time on the watch on his right hand stopped at '6:13:17'.
……
"Go."
After Ning Feng left, Wu Lan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window.
The assistant who rushed in from outside and several security guards in black suits stood respectfully.
"Do it cleanly." She hugged her shoulders in front of her and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh, and also, all the remaining security personnel in the building, except for those who are required to stay behind, should gather outside the conference room."
Wu Lan thought of something, stopped her assistant who was about to leave, and made what she thought was the best decision.
Soon, Wu Lan was the only one left in the huge conference room.
Her high heels stepped on the wine that spilled on the floor tiles.
But she didn't have the time or the energy to care about it at the moment.
Instead, he frowned, looked out the window at the worsening weather, and muttered to himself:
"Pick a number...what does it mean..."
“Why [3]?”
Wu Lan recalled Ning Feng’s last words.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the super-tall tower crane started up quietly. The seemingly long and narrow boom hung up the platform frame and approached the top-level glass little by little.
Two maintenance workers were fully armed. "Xuzi, is Lao Zhou okay?" On the shaky platform, the older worker turned around and looked into the crane cockpit with a worried look on his face.
"It should be fine... Before coming up, I saw Lao Zhou got some medicine in advance."
Xuzi responded hesitantly, but when he looked at the dark clouds in the sky, which looked like the sky was falling, he trembled in his heart.
"Damn, this is not a job for humans..."
……
Under a hundred-meter-high building,
Ning Feng left the Luo Group without any hindrance.
The moment I stepped out of the main door, I checked the time on my watch.
Exactly, 6:15:02 pm.
And after a slight smile,
Ning Feng let his left hand hang by his side, and his five fingers began tapping again.
【Accidental Calculation】, let’s begin!
The flickering street lights, some broken floor tiles, and the faded red spray paint cans placed next to the flower beds...
In front of Ning Feng's eyes, red lights enveloped different objects.
A huge amount of unexpected information also emerged in my mind.
[The faulty street light in front of the Roche Building flickers.]
[There are two cracks in the middle of the floor tile 30 centimeters to the left of the street lamp.]
[A hand picks up the red spray paint abandoned on the edge of the flower bed,]
[After the ninth dull thunder of the day, a pair of feet, standing on the cracked tiles, spray-painted a smiling skull face on the asphalt road next to it.]
[The traffic policeman who was directing traffic witnessed all this. He was already annoyed by working overtime and rushed forward to stop it.]
[The figure spraying paint pushed away the traffic policeman who rushed over.]
[In the next few seconds, a large amount of glass fragments and a figure fell in a series of collisions...]
……
High in the sky, in the tower crane cab,
Old Zhou, whose face was a little pale, was operating the tower crane.
Despite his poor health, he still applied for the job just for the half-price increase over other places.
As one of the thousands of ordinary people who have not awakened their special powers, if you want to survive in this world, you have to fight for your life.
Lao Zhou raised his hand and gestured to his two colleagues at the end of the crane arm in front of him, indicating that they could start.
buzzing...
Accompanied by the muffled sound of machinery running, Lao Zhou operated the crane arm and moved the two people standing on the platform shelf closer to the top-floor glass.
boom! !
Boom! !
Thunder roared in the sky above.
This made Lao Zhou's nerves unprecedentedly tense.
A strong wind suddenly blew outside, and the cold sweat on Lao Zhou's forehead increased more and more.
Click! ! !
When the bright yellow lightning danced in the clouds, Lao Zhou subconsciously closed his eyes slightly.
Then came the rapid spasming pain in the heart of the chest!!
hum-
The sound of the machine suddenly accelerating made the two people who were preparing to repair the exterior wall turn around in panic.
"Oh no! Lao Zhou!!"
……
"It is going to rain."
Dark clouds are gathering and the sky is about to collapse.
Ning Feng stood on the sidewalk near the road under the Roche Group building.
He bent down slightly and took the long-abandoned can of red spray paint from the edge of the flower bed.
Bang, bang, bang.
I shook it in my hand a few times and it seems to be still usable.
Soon, thunder roared again.
Ning Feng stood on the broken floor tile, turned sideways, and started spraying on the asphalt road next to it.
呲呲呲——
(End of this chapter)