It felt as if their souls were being seen through.

"Ding Zhenzong," a man with rough skin and an even rougher voice rasped, "I'm a seaman, and I work as a chief mate on an ocean freighter."

"Lin Qianqian, you can call me Qianqian. I'm... a radio host." A woman with a very well-behaved appearance spoke. Her hands were clasped together as she spoke, as if she were a little nervous.

"Radio hosts get nervous too?" A yellow-haired punk in a school uniform and earrings mocked mercilessly, "Hey sis, I think you should quit your job. Your communication skills are a problem."

"Little brother, I host a late-night program that tells unsolved mysteries and paranormal events. I don't need to answer listeners' calls or communicate with them," Lin Qianqian explained patiently.

The yellow-haired punk, looking like a delinquent, twitched his face, then revealed an obnoxious smile and said sinisterly, "Sister Qianqian, don't call me little brother so casually. We haven't slept together, how do you know I'm small?"

Anyone could appear in a mission. Everyone didn't care. Even Lin Qianqian herself pretended not to hear and remained expressionless.

To have survived until now, this Lin Qianqian was naturally not a kind soul. If you were misled by appearances, you probably wouldn't know how you died.

"Since we've met, you can call me Yao Shunyu," the yellow-haired high school student grinned, revealing an annoying smile, "I'm a high school student at Mo Bei City Seventh Senior High School. I represent my alma mater."

The fatty mourned for the yellow-hair's alma mater for three seconds in his heart.

After Yao Shunyu finished speaking, there was a brief silence in the room.

Now only Jiang Cheng, the fatty, the old man in the practice suit, and the loli girl hadn't introduced themselves.

"Yuan Shanyuan," Finally, the old man in the practice suit slowly opened his mouth, "I'm the director of a traditional Chinese medicine hospital. This is my granddaughter, Bai Yu. Her health is very poor. She suffers from a rare disease and isn't used to interacting with strangers."

"Wang Fugui, I'm a truck driver." The fatty followed Jiang Cheng's teachings, knowing that the more you said, the more loopholes there would be. His self-introductions were always concise.

"Jiang Cheng." Jiang Cheng spoke very naturally, "I don't have a permanent job. My most recent job was working at a bubble tea shop."

As for Jiang Cheng not showing off, the fatty pondered for a moment and understood. The difficulty of this mission was unprecedented, and there were hidden dragons and crouching tigers among his teammates. Even the doctor didn't dare to be reckless, fearing he would crash.

"But don't look down on me just because I'm a worker. I also have ideals. I'm planning to work at a bubble tea shop to save up tuition fees to study abroad, to Dongyang. I heard they have a severe shortage of talent in the film industry." Jiang Cheng continued.

The fatty wanted to slap himself.

Zhang Shiwei still looked like a good old man, squinting his eyes and smiling gently, "It seems that there are talents from all walks of life among us. It's no exaggeration to describe it as hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I hope everyone will be safe this time."

"It certainly will." Someone sneered.

"Thud."

"Thud."

"Thud."

...

A series of footsteps grew closer, the footsteps were heavy, like leather shoes hitting the floor. Everyone suddenly became alert. After a moment, accompanied by a "creak--," light shone in.

A door was opened from the outside, and a figure was reflected in.

It took a long time for everyone's vision to adjust to the light. The person was a short, sturdy man wearing a nice suit with embroidery. His hair was sparse on top, but combed neatly. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and his face wore a flattering smile, "Masters, I'm so sorry, I've wronged you."

Because they were not clear about the situation of this world, and their identities, no one answered.

Judging by the person's appearance, he looked like a rich man's butler.

Seeing that these people did not speak, the butler-like man became more respectful, bowing lower, but his eyes did not lie. The smile on this person's face was very fake, "Masters, please don't be angry. The police detained you earlier because they hadn't confirmed your identities. Now things have been clarified, everything is clear. Masters are all good people. It's all my fault, it's all our poor hospitality. I apologize to you here."

"Just an apology and this matter is over?" Luo Tianhe began to put on airs, truly possessing the bearing of a transcendent master, his imposing manner overwhelming the butler-like man.

Hearing the underlying meaning, the butler-like man immediately smiled ingratiatingly, "Of course, of course not just that. Masters, please rest assured, as long as... as long as you can cure my master's heartache, no matter who cures it, we can add to the previously agreed price, how about adding another 10%?"

"No! Add 20%!" The butler-like man stretched out two fingers boldly and said loudly.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng shook his head, then slowly stretched out five fingers, "Add 50%, not just for the master who cures your master, but for everyone, add 50% for each person!"

The butler was stunned. After a moment, he seemed to have thought of something, a hint of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes, but it was quickly diluted by a hypocritical smile, "Okay, we'll do as this master says, add 50% for each person!"

After the negotiation, everyone didn't waste any time and followed the butler out of the dark prison.

As for the six corpses, no one cared about them.

After leaving the police station, they didn't walk far before arriving at a bustling street. Walking along the street, for about 10 minutes, everyone stopped almost simultaneously, their gazes unified to the right.

Across the street was a hotel.

A burned-down hotel!

It was the Roman Grand Hotel!

After going around in circles, they had actually returned. At this moment, everyone couldn't even distinguish the boundary between reality and illusion, as if they hadn't escaped and were still under the control of the Roman Grand Hotel.

At this moment, the butler came up and urged, "What are you masters looking at? Please follow me quickly. My master's illness cannot be delayed any longer."

Hearing that they were not being asked to return to the hotel, everyone's faces improved a lot. They continued to follow the butler. The road afterward was much more difficult. First, they entered a small alley. The alley was dark and damp, and there was even unprocessed garbage piled up in the corners.

After walking for a while like this, they finally arrived at the entrance of a residence. The residence was relatively large, surrounded by a high wall, and a dark iron gate looked very sturdy.

Not far from the residence, there was also a relatively wide area where several rickshaws were parked, and rickshaw pullers with towels on their shoulders were hawking for customers.

Some rickshaw pullers simply parked their rickshaws in the shade, covered their faces with straw hats, and took a nap, their two feet wearing straw sandals raised high, resting on the rickshaw handles.