Let Me Draw a Card In the Infinite World

Fu Xiangxiang watched the progress (55/100) on the screen of his arm, and he was really trapped.

The progress of the plot is just over halfway, and the key points of the plot have no clue. The key figures die directly, and there is no positioning for the return journey, and a boat person floats directly on the sea.

So how do you play now?

Fu Xiangxiang stared at the captain: "Although our current location is on the high seas outside China, the voyage in a few days will certainly not be too far from the coastline. As the captain, can't you judge the approximate position based on your sailing experience?"

After she reminded everyone, they also remembered: "That's right, shouldn't an experienced captain be able to judge the direction or something based on the position and angle of the sun?"

The captain wiped the sweat on his forehead: "It's okay to judge the direction. However, I can't guarantee that my judgment will be accurate."

Everyone was speechless: I felt that the captain's level was obviously not very good, or he wouldn't be so guilty.

The captain was also helpless, and said to his heart, how can a truly competent captain appear on such an illegal gambling ship!

Fu Xiangxiang: "As long as there is a general direction, even if it is not so accurate, as long as we keep moving forward, at least we can always approach the country slowly. As long as we can reach the shore, it doesn't matter if we don't return to the original port."

The captain's eyes floated up and down uncomfortably, and said: "But...if the direction is not accurate enough, the route will definitely deviate, and the current fuel reserves on our ship are not enough to support the excessive deviation..."

The implication is that once the direction is not accurate enough, the return route must be lengthened, and the fuel on their ship is not enough to support the extra voyage!

As soon as the words came out, the audience fell into a dead silence.

Lin You got to Fu Xiangxiang's ears and complained with dissatisfaction: "What kind of exotic boat is this? Doesn't it have any sense of risk?"

"That's it!" Fu Xiangxiang thought deeply, but then he thought about it: "If this is a normal ship, how could it appear in the A-class mission?"

Lin You sighed, "Yes!"

Now that no one on this ship can preside over the overall situation, Henry had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "The current situation is critical and everyone is squeezed here to no avail. Please go back to the guest room and rest first. Our staff will try their best to find a way to make everyone. Return safely."

"What else can you do? Your boss is dead!"

"Yes, don't you want to make excuses to delay?"

Henry signaled everyone to be quiet: "Although Mr. Zhuang is no longer there, the control box of the signal transmitter must still be on board. As long as we find it, we can turn on the signal remotely to ensure the smooth return of the Lingxiao Gambling Square."

These words sounded more reliable than the empty comfort before. The guests looked at each other and there was indeed no better way at the moment, so they left the lounge in twos and threes.

Fu Xiangxiang and the two teammates looked at each other and followed the crowd slowly back. Henry and the bodyguards are now devastated and can't take care of her for a long time.

After the trio of players turned to a corner where there was no one, they immediately posted an invisibility talisman on their forehead, turned their direction and returned to the large room on the side of the lounge.

The guests have already left, and the people in the room have become unscrupulous when they speak.

Henry searched Mr. Zhuang's body up and down, and directed two bodyguards to cover a large piece of curtain cloth on Mr. Zhuang's corpse, and then pushed the corpse to the corner of the room together with the curtains and the swivel chair.

One of the bodyguards hesitated: "That's it? Don't put Mr. Zhuang back in his room?"

Henry frowned: "What can I do if I put it back in the room? The entire activity of the Lingxiao Gambling Shop was not seen. Mr. Zhuang died on the ship for no reason. I can neither find a place for burial nor the police to investigate."

"Then what are you going to do?" The big bald bodyguard who had been silent next to him said coldly. Fu Xiangxiang remembered that this man seemed to be the captain of the bodyguard team.

Henry grimaced: "What else can we do? After we find the control box of the signal transmitter, once we start to return, I am afraid we can only take Mr. Zhuang's body—"

His voice became smaller and smaller under the deterrence of the captain of the bodyguard: "——throw it into the sea."

The captain of the bodyguard looked ashamed: "You treat your boss like this?"

Henry spread his hands: "Otherwise, what should I do?"

The captain of the bodyguard frowned, "But there must be no concealment about this. There are more than a hundred people on board, and someone will leak the news after landing."

Henry was also very anxious: "Then what do you say?"

The bodyguard captain said solemnly: "Find the control box first, and then find a way to find out the murderer of Mr. Zhuang."

Henry wondered: "Why are you rushing to find the murderer?"

Captain of the bodyguard: "On the one hand, I have an explanation to the dead Mr. Zhuang. There are such people on the ship, and the murderer must be among these people. We cannot let him off easily; on the other hand, people are curious, if It is not clear that Mr. Zhuang died on the ship. Even if we repeatedly ask the guests to keep confidential, they will inevitably leak the news. Incomplete maintenance will cause more trouble, but if we find out who killed Mr. Zhuang, this Something has come to a conclusion, but those who know it will not make a public announcement."

The words of Captain Bodyguard sounded very logical, and Henry couldn't find a reason to refute for a while, so he nodded and agreed: "Okay. Just do as you say."

As they said, they led the bodyguards to search the big room where the accident occurred.

Not surprisingly, the control box was not found.

The captain of the bodyguard frowned slightly: "Go to Mr. Zhuang's room to see?"

Henry nodded: "Okay."

Naturally, the three Fu Xiangxiang couldn't miss such an opportunity, and followed everyone behind them lightly.

I thought that Mr. Zhuang’s room was on the same floor as the staff, and everyone would leave the lounge and walk downstairs.

Unexpectedly, they didn't even show the door of the room, but went straight to the big gaming table in the middle of the room.

Henry clicked somewhere in the corner of the gaming table, and the table on the side of the table unfolded, revealing the brilliant crystal ball that Fu Xiangxiang and the others had seen before, but at the moment the power was probably not turned on, and the crystal ball had no spotlight projection. It looked like a plain glass ball.

The captain of the bodyguard fumbled on the bottom bracket of the crystal ball, found the button and pressed it lightly, there was a soft noise in the corner of the room, and there was a secret door there.

Everyone pushed the door and walked in. Fu Xiangxiang and the three quickly followed quietly, only to discover that there was a narrow staircase in the secret door that could lead directly to every floor of the ship. They went straight down the stairs and it didn't take long to reach the first floor. Pushing open the closed door, a very spacious large suite appeared in the field of vision. The decoration was luxurious and luxurious, and the facilities were quite complete.

It seems that this is Mr. Zhuang's room.

Henry and the bodyguards turned Mr. Zhuang's room inside and out, without seeing the shadow of the control box at all.

Henry's face was very ugly: "It wasn't in the room? Where else could it be?"

The bodyguard captain ordered four bodyguards to go out: "You guys are responsible for finding the control box. I don't need to say how important that box is. You must try your best to find every possible place. Be careful, you know?"

The four bodyguards left, and the bodyguard captain looked at Henry: "Let's talk about the cause of Mr. Zhuang's death."

Henry looked a little nervous: "Talk to me?"

The captain of the bodyguard stared at him: "The situation just now was too sudden, and I never had time to ask. You were the first to find Mr. Zhuang’s body and the last person Mr. Zhuang saw before his death. I won’t talk to you. Who do you talk to?"

Henry immediately began to panic: "I...Mr. Zhuang's body was indeed discovered by me, but I go to Mr. Zhuang at that time every day. What is doubtful about this..."

The captain of the bodyguard looked bad: "Mr. Zhuang is cautious, and it is difficult for ordinary people to approach. After Mr. Zhuang's death, the group cannot find anyone who can replace him for a while, and they will definitely promote you. I doubt that there is anything wrong with you? "

Henry heard this and immediately blasted his hair: "How the **** dare you doubt me? I still want to doubt you! Although Mr. Zhuang's death is not directly beneficial to you, I have heard that you have never dealt with him very much, Mr. Zhuang still Want to find a chance to replace your bodyguard team! Your suspicion is no less than mine!"

"And you checked the corpse just now. Mr. Zhuang has a needle in his neck. It is obvious that someone injected some medicine or toxin into his body and killed him. How can I get that kind of thing? How do you think someone like you who has all kinds of weapons has more means of committing crimes, right?"

The captain of the bodyguard looked at him disdainfully, his sturdy arms tightened, and he squeezed his fingers out softly, "If I want to kill a person, my hands are enough. Do I need medicine?"

Henry was frightened by his face, still not convinced: "Then you are more likely to deliberately use drugs to get rid of suspicion."

"You!" The captain of the bodyguard was choked by him. He didn't know how to argue for a while. He stared at Henry bitterly, his eyes about to burst into flames.

Henry immediately persuaded: "Don't don't, let's don't fight internally. Finding out the real culprit is the key."

"Huh!" The captain of the bodyguard glared at him, reluctantly agreeing with his opinion: "You repeat what happened."

Henry cleared his throat: "You know, every night from 7 to 10, it’s Mr. Zhuang’s personal time. He usually orders dinner in his room, and then goes straight to the special event through the secret staircase at about 9 o’clock. The room of the bureau. The bodyguards and I will knock on the door at 9:50 to enter the room and wait for instructions."

"As for his instructions, don't you also know? He will send a bodyguard to invite the invited guests that night, and arrange for the waiter to prepare drinks. I will be on standby."

"Mr. Zhuang is rigorous and has a strong sense of time. He does this every day, without exception. Tonight, at 9:50 tonight, we knocked on the door on time, but did not hear a response. We have been waiting for two minutes. Hearing any reply from Mr. Zhuang, I felt something was wrong and pushed the door in. As soon as I came in, I saw Mr. Zhuang sitting on a swivel chair with an obvious needle eye on his neck, and he himself had stopped breathing."

"You know what happened afterwards. Your subordinates notified you who were patrolling on the ship. You came with the remaining bodyguards. Mr. Li also arrived on time. He was just as stunned as we were. 'S girl is here..."

The captain of the bodyguard twisted his eyebrows and pondered: "Why don't you start with the motive first? Who on this ship has a grudge against Mr. Zhuang and wants to kill him?"