It is undeniable that sometimes the problem you are interested in may not necessarily be a clue of value. Even so, your knowledge may be limited. Even if you know that the clue is not important, you still have to solve the problem in detail and grasp it firmly.

The reason? The reason is very simple. The reason why this is so is because there is a causal connection between the clues themselves and the unraveling of the mystery. Just like in a chaotic room full of messes, if you want to solve the problem and find out the truth, unless

You have the absolute tyranny to cut through the mess quickly, otherwise you will often have to follow the steps step by step. First find a piece of thread. Although it is impossible to figure out everything with just a piece of thread, it is precisely this.

A seemingly insignificant thread often determines the final outcome.

Whether we can know the final answer depends on this thread, and whether we can find out the final truth also depends on this thread. Although we say this, in fact, most experienced people do this, calm down and observe their surroundings.

, find the best clue among the seemingly chaotic clues, then peel off the cocoons layer by layer, straighten them out layer by layer, and then of course get more clues and more information until you find the final answer.

I understand this, so I have always done this.

No matter how dangerous it is, no matter how impatient I am, I will always take time to think and carefully analyze the clues and information I can get.

After all, I am not a god, I am just a human being, an ordinary human being who is too ordinary to be ordinary.

but……

This time, or in this supernatural mission that was cursed and marked as ordinary level, I had an ominous premonition, an ominous premonition that was just for me personally.

Sister Ye Wei once explained to me that premonition is equivalent to intuition, which is equivalent to the mysterious sixth sense of human beings that has degraded for a long time. Through intuition, sometimes you will have inspiration, make guesses, and then find a way out by accident, but...

In the same way, intuition can sometimes give you a bad feeling, like a weird premonition that cannot be explained or explained.

Due to the unclear explanation and confused thoughts, in the end, I just felt that I was about to be unlucky, unlucky in this ordinary-level supernatural mission that seemed not to be difficult.

Bad luck? What kind of bad luck?

I don’t know, he might be seriously injured, he might die in the end, or he might...

Falling into something more terrible than death!

Every time I think about this, I shudder. Oh my god, curse, how far have you given your magical powers? And what kind of ending have you arranged for me at this moment?

Forget it, don’t think about it anymore, just take it one step at a time. Even if I’m aware of it now, even if I inevitably die in the end, at least, I can still guarantee one thing:

I will continue to struggle, I will not give up, I will never give up, curse, I will not bow to you, let alone surrender to you.

No, never, not until the very end of my life!

If possible, one day I would even like to see you with my own eyes to see who you really are and what qualifications you have to play with human life wantonly!!!

………

Hong Kong, midnight and early morning, in the Tsim Sha Tsui Hotel, a wonderful scene that can only be seen in movies is currently being staged, a high-energy scene of being outnumbered.

Bang, bang, bang!

"ah!"

"oops!"

Accompanied by the sound of impact, mixed with screams, and matched with the ubiquitous fierce fists and kicks, within a few moments, the hotel lobby was emptied, jointly emptied by a bald man and a ruffian young man.

When the last thug was knocked to the ground, Mustache's heart was completely cold, as cold as bone.

After recovering from the stunned state, he first looked at his wailing subordinates lying all over the hall, and then at the bald young man in a black vest and sportswear. At this moment, the mustache was frightened, completely frightened, and perhaps he also noticed that the other person was staring at him.

I, for some reason, saw no one standing around me anymore. The bald man's fierce gaze and the sultry gaze of the young man in sportswear also looked towards the mustache.

"Gudu."

After receiving a malicious look, Mustache swallowed. In addition to instinctively taking two steps back, his mind was filled with thunderous waves. He really didn't expect that the other party would only send out two people and all 15 of his men would be killed like this.

Come on, who are these guys?

Unfortunately, he was so frightened and confused that he had no time to find the answer, because in his field of vision, the two fierce-looking guys were now walking towards him!

Seeing this scene, Mustache was frightened out of his wits on the spot! How could he not understand that the other party was beyond his ability to deal with? So when he saw the two approaching, Mustache backed away again and again, and he was extremely frightened.

However, at this moment, just when Peng and Chen were planning to repair this reckless guy...

"Brother Peng, Xiaoyao, you two wait a moment."

Out of some thought, He Fei stopped the two of them, and then scolded Mustache and the thugs lying on the ground around him: "If you don't want to continue to be beaten, get out!"

"Uh, ah! Yes, yes, yes, yes, let's get out of here, get out of here!"

"Hey! Why are you losers lying here? Are you standing up? Why don't you hurry up and leave!"

Sure enough, as soon as He Fei said this, Mustache suddenly felt as if he had been granted amnesty. Seeing that the other party was planning to let him go, he immediately responded and nodded repeatedly, seeing that the other party was planning to let him go. The other thugs who had seen the other party were also powerful.

How could there be collective deafness? With Mustache urging them again and again, they knew what to do for fear of continuing to be beaten.

………

In less than a minute, all the dozen thugs in the entire hotel lobby were gone. Seeing this, Zhao Ping frowned slightly, walked to the young man's side, and then asked in a slightly worried tone: "Just...

Is it okay to let them go like this?"

As if he had guessed the other person's mind, He Fei replied: "It's okay, these thugs are not public security guards, not to mention who of these people has never had a case against them? I don't think the other party would dare to call the police even if they let them go.

, unless you want to be investigated by the police."

After hearing this, Zhao Ping nodded thoughtfully, while He Fei gave Peng Hu and Chen Xiaoyao a thumbs up and praised them as if they had discovered a new world: "As expected of Brother Peng, you are indeed amazing! And Chen Xiaoyao, you are too

,Although I knew from Yao Fujiang that you knew kung fu before, I didn’t expect you to be so powerful, and your kung fu is also very interesting."

In fact, He Fei was not the only one to praise. After witnessing the wonderful fight just now, apart from Cheng Ying who was unmoved, everyone else in the team also praised Peng Hu, especially Yao Fujiang who even flattered Peng Hu with a playful smile. This also made everyone in the team praise him.

The already grinning bald man became even more proud, and Chen Xiaoyao was even more exaggerated. Seeing that everyone, including the captain, mostly praised him

The vanity of the young Taoist priest has been unprecedentedly satisfied. First, he neatly trimmed his forehead and hair, and then said in a half-humbly and half-proud tone that he was invincible in the world: "No, no, beating this guy doesn't count at all."

What, I think back then at the foot of Mount Lu, I was the one who beat away a large group of foreign tourists all by myself! Hehe!"

Let’s get back to the topic. Let’s not talk about how complacent the bald man and the young Taoist priest are. Let’s not talk about how Cheng Ying looks contemptuous. After praising the two of them, He Fei did not forget about the business. He immediately changed his eyes and turned his eyes to the opposite side.

The reception desk seemed deserted, but as he knew what he was doing, the college student sneered and walked to the back of the desk without saying a word. Sure enough, he saw the receptionist squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, shivering.

At this moment, when he noticed someone coming next to him and saw He Fei's cold gaze, the receptionist was frightened half to death. Perhaps he was worried about being beaten again, so before He Fei could speak and didn't bother to wipe his nosebleed, the receptionist took the lead and begged:

"Don't, don't hit me...Heroes, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Seeing this guy being so cowardly, everyone else was okay, but Peng Hu suddenly felt angry. In addition, he still remembered what happened earlier, so he spat, and then followed the young man to the front desk, clenching his hands and yelling fiercely.

He scolded: "What a fool, they say you guys from Hong Kong bully the weak and fear the strong. It's true. Now I ask you again, are there any empty rooms available?"

"Yes, yes! We can open as many rooms as our distinguished guests want!"

In fact, the situation has developed to this point. No matter how stupid the receptionist is, he has completely realized that the people in front of him are very ordinary. Only two people can defeat a group of people. This is something that a small receptionist like him can't mess with.

Sure enough, when Peng Hu was so frightened, the receptionist quickly changed his mind like a chicken pecking at rice. Not only did he completely deny the fact that the guest room was full earlier, but he even used it, which even his parents had never used.

Address them with honorifics.

"Then why don't you hurry up and register!? Don't worry, I have plenty of money!"

"Yes, yes! I'll book a room right now! Oh, by the way, there are a lot of people, how many rooms should I book?"

Hearing the receptionist's question, Peng Hu was slightly startled. He first looked back at the people behind him, and then turned back to the shivering receptionist and asked, "Huh? What? Isn't it possible that a hotel as big as yours can accommodate a lot of people?"

The presidential suite?”

The receptionist explained with a sad face: "Brother, you are talking about a hotel, but ours is a hotel. The accommodation is just an add-on. What's more, the boss only gave the hotel a 3-star rating in order to save money...

"

As he spoke, as if he remembered something, the receptionist quickly added: "Although there are many hotels and guesthouses in Hong Kong, in fact there are not many hotels and guesthouses with presidential suites, let alone Mong Kok, even if you look at the whole of Hong Kong.

Only the Elizabeth Hotel in Saigon and the Polaris Hotel in Yuen Long have presidential suites..."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask others. If I tell any lies, you can beat me to death!"

Seeing that the receptionist was swearing, Peng Hu did not continue speaking, but looked at He Fei beside him. He Fei certainly understood what Peng Hu meant, so after thinking for a while, he turned back to the receptionist and said:

"It doesn't matter, we will still stay in the presidential suite without the presidential suite. Let's give us the 4 best guest rooms. By the way, they should be connected together."

As the saying goes, a filial son emerges from a stick, and a good man emerges from a fist. After the scene of a group fight earlier, He Fei spoke calmly, but the frightened receptionist still did not dare to neglect him. After nodding, he hurriedly helped everyone

Go through accommodation procedures.

Sure enough, under the receptionist's extraordinary speed, within a short while, four room keys on the third floor fell directly into He Fei's hands. In addition to paying by swiping their cards, everyone also decided on the room allocation through a short discussion.

The distribution is as follows:

There are four guest rooms, except for the female Qian Xueling and another female newcomer Liu Xueping who must occupy one room, He Fei, Peng Hu and Yao Fujiang share one room, Zhao Ping, Zhu Yuandong and Chen Xiaoyao share one room.

Cheng Ying was in a separate room.

Although this allocation is somewhat unreasonable, with the deepening of mutual contact, most people in the team, especially the senior members, are already aware of Cheng Ying's habits. It is undeniable that He Fei was worried about the other party, but after recalling the other party's identity, in the end, the young man still

He didn't say anything, only a look of worry flashed across his face when he handed the key to Cheng Ying, and Cheng Ying took the key calmly as if it was nothing.

After the keys were distributed, and at midnight, everyone was about to go upstairs. Unexpectedly, He Fei told the others: "Everyone, please go upstairs and rest first. Cheng Ying stays with me. I have something to ask the receptionist."

The newcomers may be a little confused, but the seniors who know He Fei's character well still nodded thoughtfully, and then took the lead towards the stairs. However, for some reason, even if they are familiar with the young man's character, even if they can guess the other party's intentions, when they step on the stairs

, based on a certain thought, a certain man with glasses instinctively looked back at He Fei.

(He should have discovered something.)

………
To be continued...