The bright sunshine fell on the golden beach, and the waves rushed from time to time, licking the golden sand.

There is a circle of artificial wooden plank roads on the edge of the beach, with sun umbrellas placed on it. Under each sun umbrella, there is a table and a few chairs for people playing on the beach to eat and drink.

Under a sun umbrella, a woman wearing a short black cheongsam was sitting in a bun.

The woman's long legs were tied together and strangled aside, and the black stockings wrapped around her white skin, leaving only a trace of milky whiteness between the stockings and cheongsams.

The men passing by around couldn't help but turn their eyes, and a man even whistled at the woman.

The woman's face was buried in the newspaper and ignored the men.

A friend who was with him pushed the man and couldn't help but say, "You have a little bottom line. That woman looks like a widow in dressing up."

"Isn't that better? She has no other men around her now..."

"You are taking a good look at her arms!"

The man looked at it carefully from a different angle, but saw the blue dragon pattern on his arms.

"This...this..."

He covered his mouth and whispered to his friend: "Can you be a gangster..."

My friend covered his mouth and dragged him away.

At this time, the woman put down the newspaper and glanced at the two of them with interest.

This woman is no other person. She is Meng Busan who has been dressed up in a special way before entering the trial field. But his face is not his original face now. Fortunately, his makeup is still there.

Meng Busan pinched the spoon beside him and took a photo at his face.

It was a face that looked even more feminine than his original face. Now as long as he didn't speak in his original voice, he could completely pretend to be a woman.

But what is going on in this trial field? Why did his face change?

Meng Busan flipped through the newspaper in his hand again, and an envelope fell from the newspaper.

He pointed his fingers and quickly took out the letter paper, stuffing the envelope back between the two pages of the newspaper.

He put the letter paper on the newspaper, as if he was reading the newspaper, but in fact he was looking at the exquisite letter paper.

The letter paper is neatly written—

[Doomsday Trial Field B747 - Typhoon Doomsday]

[Welcome to the trial field. There are twelve trialists in this trial field. Each of them is a separate camp and has different secrets.]

[Please ask the trialists to complete their own tasks, and not discover your identity as the trialists by anyone, and safely survive the typhoon period.]

【Good luck to you!】

These characters are written in black, and there are a few lines of blue characters below—

【Dear Mrs. Lan】

[I feel sorry for your unfortunate encounter. Please come to this resort for a while. I think the abundant sunshine and the energetic crowd will accompany you out of the sadness.]

[Please don't forget your responsibilities. The industry that your husband stays still needs your care.]

[If your husband's sons give up inheriting property, then your husband's property will be completely owned by you.]

[Of course, if all the heirs are gone, it will naturally be beneficial or harmless to you.]

[Good luck and wish you what you wish.]

【Your loyal friend, Mr. Li】

Meng Busan stared at the letter paper for a while and couldn't help laughing.

"This is interesting..."

Is his mission to make other sons give up inheriting property as a black widow? Or, to make those sons disappear directly.

If the actors of these sons were other trialists, wouldn’t he have to be a 25-year-old boy and a back-stinger on the day when the end of the world is coming?

Killing other trialists will fall into monsters. Has this world seen him live?

The world is getting sicker and sicker than to expose its identity, complete tasks, and struggle to survive in the end.

Meng Busan closed the newspaper, put it aside, picked up the iced coffee beside him and took a sip.

If you want to play the role of an NPC in the trial field, the teammates who come in will be both natural ally and may also be impermanent to life.

After all, although their faces have changed, the details of their clothes and bodies have not changed, and these teammates in the same team should be able to see through them at a glance.

He whispered: "Everyone, it's time to test our teammates."

He touched the small bun that was bundled up by Lu Xiaomeng, showing a faint smile.

He held the cup, his legs tangled together, and his eyes swept across the resort casually.

Many houses in this resort are built around the beach, and some are even built on sea water. The materials of these houses are mostly made of wooden and don’t look very strong and may not resist typhoons. If a typhoon lands and the rain increases, these houses will be submerged if they are not good.

When the typhoon doomsday comes, it is time for this resort to die.

Because you have to hide your identity, even if you want to prepare for some preparations to survive the typhoon period, you will be careful not to be discovered by other trialists.

Meng Busan slowly drew a circle around the mouth of the coffee cup.

I don’t know how big this resort is, and if he can leave this resort.

...

Meng Busan sat in place for a while, specifically remembering the appearance of several tourists who hurried out from the beach.

Then he folded the newspaper, took the newspaper and a long-handled pipe, and slowly walked towards the smoking area beside him.

The smoking area is on the left, and is an exquisite building, half built in the sea and half built on land.

There is a map of the entire resort at the entrance of the smoking area.

He lowered his head and held the cigarette holder in his mouth, glanced casually for a few glances.

With just a few glances, he kept the map of the resort in his heart.

After he was optimistic, he continued to move forward. At this time, he heard the sound of rapid footsteps coming from behind.

When he entered the door, he turned slightly and looked behind him inadvertently, but saw a man who looked like a young man hurriedly.

He was wearing a white shirt and beige pants.

He held the sign and gasped quickly, looking at the map in a hurry, looking both distressed and nervous.

Ahha, I caught one and it was exposed as soon as I got it!

Meng Busan narrowed his eyes, but was not busy exposing him, but walked into the room as if he had not noticed his arrival.

There was no one in the smoking area.

Meng Busan walked to the back of the smoking area and sat down in the corner, his legs hanging down along the platform, and the soles of his shoes were almost facing Shanghai.

He lowered his head and lit the tobacco from his pipe with a lighter.

He lowered his eyelashes, rubbed it, and then turned on the lighter.

The tongue of flames gathered toward the newspaper.

The newspaper and the envelopes and papers caught in it burned together.

Meng Busan held the cigarette pole with one hand, and his other hand was placed under his fake chest. He squinted his eyes and watched the things burned bit by bit, leaving only the black ashes.

He took out the long-handled cigarette pole, knocked the black ash with his pipe, and then shattered them even more, then swept it violently and swept the black ash into the sea.

He held his pipe in his mouth and looked casually at the blue sea.

The red lips opened slightly, and wisps of smoke came out.

"Dongdong--"

The hard leather soles made a crisp sound when stepped on the wooden floor.

Meng Busan did not look up.

The voice stopped behind her.

Someone said lightly: "Mother."

Meng Busan gently rubbed the cigarette holder with his index finger, but still did not look back, but just slowly spit out a mouthful of pure white smoke into the sky.

If he had discovered his existence so quickly, if he was not an NPC, he would have been a very powerful trialist.

The author has something to say: I wish the college entrance examination students a smooth exam and a golden list of questions!

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Because Jinjiang has new regulations, my article may need to be changed a lot. I will cover my face and discuss it with the editor to see what to do.

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