I Was Once a Legend

Chapter 269 Casino Boss

The two came out of the bathroom in the corridor, turned their backs to the corner where Cui Zuojing and Dong Zheng were, and walked towards the other end of the corridor, not noticing that someone was peeping secretly at this time.

Cui Zuojing quietly poked his head out from behind the wall, and also saw the figures of those two people.

The two walked to the elevator at the end of the corridor, the man pressed the up button, and with a ding-dong sound, the elevator door slowly opened in front of him.

"Let's do this first. If there is anything wrong, tell me immediately." Corberus walked into the elevator, and the manager agreed to come down, but did not continue to follow.

This elevator is the only one in the entire building that can reach the top floor. Only the boss's guards and the most trusted people are eligible to take it to meet the boss.

Korberos turned around and faced the long corridor, looking over the shoulder of the manager in charge until he saw the corner at the end. Although there was no one there, he had an inexplicable feeling as if he was being watched.

This feeling comes from the beast-like intuition that he honed in countless life and death situations, and he has [-] trust in it, because this intuition has saved his life countless times.

He believed it would be the same this time.

Corberus frowned, he didn't know what was wrong, it was peering into his eyes, it seemed to be everywhere.

The elevator doors closed slowly in front of his eyes, and Corberus did not press the door open button after all.He didn't have the habit of using electronic products. He stood straight in the elevator alone, silently counting the floors in his heart. The changing numbers were exactly the same as those displayed on the elevator screen.

When he went up to the 23th floor, Corberos adjusted his clothes against his reflection on the elevator wall until the elevator stopped on the [-]rd floor.

The elevator door slid open to both sides, and the quiet and tidy luxury corridor was slowly displayed before his eyes again.

Corberus couldn't help showing a light smile on the corner of his lips, it was a kind of satisfaction that after a tiring day of work, he could finally meet the person he wanted to see the most.

As the elevator door closed, the man's figure disappeared from the camera, and there was no monitoring equipment inside that elevator.

The white man went through another door in the hallway, and his footsteps quickly disappeared.The keys in the pocket can feel the heat through the fabric of the trousers, which is a reaction that only occurs when the fragments are in close proximity.

"That person has a problem." Cui Zuojing said, "Can you continue to see where he went?"

"No." Dong Zheng said in a low voice, "That person doesn't have electronic products on him, so I can't invade."

Cui Zuojing nodded: "Then let Que'er come later."

Under the box of this era background, it is strange enough that some people do not carry electronic products with them.

The moment Korberos entered the elevator, Cui Zuojing retreated behind the wall and hid, unable to see his face, but judging from the figure of the other party, it should not be Fu Zhe's soul fragment.He instinctively thought that Fu Zhe's fragments should look similar to him, just as Goodwill is basically a copy of Fu Zhe himself, the other fragments should be... right?

Cui Zuojing made up his mind about what Fu Zhe would look like if he became the man just now. The scene in his mind made him shudder, and he immediately shook his head, pushing the thought to the back of his mind.

"The private elevator without monitoring should lead to the boss's side."

When Lin Hangzhi used the slot machine to attract the attention of most gamblers and croupiers, Cui Zuojing was not idle. Find out about the casino.

In the end, Dong Linhai managed to get some useful words out of a drunken gambler: No one knows the real name of the casino owner, but everyone here calls him Mr. Mo. It is rumored that he is a young man in his 20s who can hardly Go to the venue below to check it out for yourself. Only distinguished VIP guests can see him in the VIP room.

This mysterious Boss Mo was the target of Cui Zuojing and Dong Zheng's investigation during this trip. They planned to initially determine the coordinates of the boss's residence, but they did not expect to feel a strong echo of fragments from a man on the way.

The two quickly left the staff passage, instead of going back to the room specially opened by the waiter, they went to the suite under Lin Hangzhi's bag.

On the way, Cui Zuojing asked: "Do you think he will be a fragment of Fu Zhe?"

Dong Zheng shook his head resolutely: "Probably not, he doesn't have the slightest resemblance to Fu Zhe in appearance."

Cui Zuojing was curious: "What does it look like?"

"The appearance of Middle Eastern blood is pretty good." Dong Zheng didn't know how to describe it. Sometimes the language is very poor. If the blood contract is still there, he can directly pass the picture he saw to Cui Zuojing up.

"That's not it." Cui Zuojing touched his chin thoughtfully, "Then since he has such a strong induction with the key, he must have had a lot of contact with the fragment..."

Cui Zuojing stopped talking suddenly, he and Dong Zheng looked at each other, saw the same thought in each other's eyes, and slowly narrowed their eyes.

"Do you think Fu Zhe's orientation is normal?" He asked after a while.

"I don't know." Dong Zheng replied honestly, "I don't even know what kind of relationship there is between the soul fragment and the main body, and how many similarities there are between the two. Fu Zhe never mentioned it either."

Cui Zuojing clicked his tongue, thinking of the doubts and thoughts that Fu Zhe had said to him, he couldn't help taking a deep breath:

"If it's what I think, it's interesting."

When Corberos opened the door, the casino owner called Mr. Mo was nestling in a chair, lazily flipping through a book in his hand.He was wearing a soft and comfortable private suit, with only one button on his vest, and his feet under his trousers were still bare.

The exquisite crystal chandelier was not turned on, only the small reading lamp on the wall emitted light that just happened to be everywhere, illuminating the book in Mr. Mo's hand and his pale face. The shadow cast long behind him, and finally merged with the darkness One.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were slightly opened, and the evening breeze blew in, bringing with it the atmosphere of the hustle and bustle outside.Corberus went to close the window, looked down at the galaxy of thousands of lights in the street below, and drew the heavy and rich curtains.

The man keenly caught an unusual smell in the air, turned his head and asked, "Master, are you smoking hookah again?"

"No." The young man didn't even lift his eyelids.

Korberos touched the hookah bottle on the table. The residual temperature of the burning has not completely dissipated. Judging by the color, it is probably shredded tobacco boiled with red wine this time. It is not difficult to imagine that when the hookah is lit, the whole room will be filled with sweetness. of booze.

There are a few sheets of paper next to the hookah, with incomprehensible patterns drawn on them, like a formation.

Corberus didn't expose the blatant lie of the master. He walked to the rocking chair, knelt down and half knelt on the ground, put one hand on Mr. Mo's knee lightly, looked up at him, and said softly, "Master has been doing it all day long." Didn't you go out?"

Mr. Mo lazily hummed. He finally took a first look at Corberus and asked, "How are you doing?"

"Everything is done." Corberus still insisted on the topic just now, "If you don't go out and stay in the room all day, you will be suffocated. Wait until the master and I go out for a walk tomorrow?"

"Okay." Mr. Mo didn't refuse. He moved his body slightly to a more comfortable position, narrowed his eyes slightly, and didn't make a sound, but Corberus heard the subtle sound of him breathing deeply through his nose. , knowing that he was a little sleepy—he yawned silently just now.

The master has been getting tired easily since two weeks ago. Corberos noticed this subtle change, and only then specifically told Angela in the morning to let the master have breakfast and close the windows in time. I don’t know if the other party did so. .

He held the young man's foot on the carpet, and it was no surprise that he felt the ice-like cold. The cold air seemed to seep from his bones, almost penetrating through the skin and freezing him together.

Corberos put a pair of Mr. Mo's feet in his arms, and the young man took advantage of the situation and stepped on his chest very naturally, absorbing the heat from his body.Corberos followed his calf all the way up, and the loose trousers were gradually lifted up. With the movement of his hands step by step, the temperature of the skin under his palm gradually warmed up from the initial coldness, gradually becoming like a living person.

In the end, the fingers of those hands penetrated into the trouser legs and touched the delicate skin above the knees. The body temperature over there finally approached normal, which was Corberus' favorite warmth.

The owner's health has not been very good, and his hands and feet are particularly prone to coldness. Many times, as it is now, the knees and below the legs and feet are not as cold as a human should have.The body is weak, the blood circulation is not smooth, and there is no vitality. Corberus knows the reason why he is so, but no matter how much he persuades, the master is unwilling to exercise, and he never wears it when he is idle in the house. Shoes and socks, sometimes even clothes are unwilling to wear only a nightgown, as if the fabric of the clothes will imprison him.

Korberos knelt in front of the young man, covered his feet in his arms, and warmed each other up with his own body temperature. The two of them can be regarded as two extremes. No matter how much they wear throughout the year, Korber Ross is always full of energy, even a little hot.

Mr. Mo continued to lower his eyes to read the book as usual, while Corberus just looked at him quietly, his deep honey-colored eyes clearly reflected the figure that had already been engraved in his heart under the dim yellow light.

He was tired all day, and only at this time could he feel the comfort from the depths of his soul.

Neither of the two disturbed the other, as if such a thing was as common as eating and drinking, and it was justified.

It wasn't until the young man made a small sleepy sound again that he finally closed the book in his hand, pulled one foot away from Korberos's arms, and walked down his body, stepping heavily on a certain place.

Corberus grabbed his ankle, lowered his head and kissed the back of his hand reverently, then got up, and while the young man stretched his arms around his neck, he hugged him horizontally from the reclining chair.

"Where are you taking me tomorrow?" Mr. Mo was placed on the huge soft bed, but he didn't let go. Corberus could only maintain a bent posture.

"As long as the master wants, he can go anywhere."

The young man stopped talking, and only after Corberos kissed him did he say in between breaths, "Go to a place with me tomorrow."