"I told you to wipe it faster, now that I'm fine, all the tricks are gone."

Shrugged, Li Ang looked helpless.

Bang!

Slamming the table, Grant Ward stood up and pointed at Li Ang's nose and scolded.

"Fake, you're playing tricks on us!"

This time, Colson did not stop it. Blindly tolerating it cannot solve any problem. He wanted to let the other party understand that no matter what purpose he was, the dignity of SHIELD cannot be violated!

Seeing that the conflict was about to break out, Dawenxi finally put down his bowls and chopsticks and stood up to persuade him.

"Two, two, please calm down. We also need to solve the problem of Cecil Hotel, so don't hurt the harmony here."

Speaking of this, he picked up the bottle of cow's tears, wiped it gently on his eyes, then swept it for a week, walked to a blond old man who was eating against the wall, stretched out a hand and slowly stretched over under the gaze of Colson and others.

Seeing that the palm disappeared like deep into the air, Colson and the other two were shocked. Then, the old man who was eating stopped and cursed them fiercely, "Fake" and disappeared in an instant.

【Emotional value from Phil Colson 751】

【Emotional value from Grant Ward 749】

Oh my god, it's really weird!!

Grant Ward stood there awkwardly with his hands raised, suddenly feeling cold in his calf, he quickly lowered his head, and just saw a small blue hand disappearing from under the table.

Seeing Colson winking, he walked out in panic and shook hands with Li Ang.

"I'm sorry, my tone was a little heavier just now, sorry."

"Have you won the prize?" Li Ang seemed to have seen something.

"Yes, a little trick was hidden under the table just now, and I disappeared in the blink of an eye!"

"What's next?"

"Then I came over little by little... Please feel free to tell me if you have any future!"

Grant Ward's expression was very gentle, and he lived up to the fierce look he had just now.

"A word is determined." With a smile, Li Ang held his hand and shook it up and down.

"Brother, smoke a cigarette?"

Licking his face, Grant Ward looked attentive.

"Stop coming." Slapping his face, Li Ang stood up from the chair: "Since everyone has eaten, let's set off to the Cecil Hotel together."

......

Cecil Hotel.

Li Ang and his four walked in with their heads raised their heads and strutting.

It was funny that the security guards looked like they were bruised and swollen. When they saw Li Ang and Dawensi, they rolled up their sleeves and called on their brothers to rush up, but the next second they saw Colson and Grant Ward come in, they stepped on the brakes one after another.

Because the speed stopped too fast, several people collided and fell to the ground like a stacked man.

The hotel manager was a big blonde fat man. When he saw this scene, he took out his cell phone and planned to call the police, but was stopped by Colson.

After showing the FBI ID and having a friendly exchange, the hotel manager wiped his cold sweat and opened a room for the four of them. It was also the room where the deceased Ke Lan lived 7 days ago - Room 506.

After getting the key, Li Ang and the other two did not stop and took the elevator to the 5th floor.

Behind him, the front desk worker showed his unbearable expression and asked the fat manager in a low voice: "Manager, that room has not been peaceful recently. Several cleaning staff have been scared into the mental hospital in the past few days.

My colleagues were all secretly circulating that it was the woman who disappeared seven days ago who turned into an evil spirit and came back to take revenge..."

“Bad talk!”

The fat manager waved her directly and interrupted her words. He sneered and said disdainfully.

"This hotel has not been peaceful since its birth. If every dead person turned into evil spirits and came back to take revenge, then this hotel would have ceased to exist!"

"But......"

Seeing that the work lady wanted to say something, the fat manager glared at her coldly, turned around and strode away.

Only the front desk lady was left holding the cross on her chest nervously, looking worried: "Today is the seventh day, but I must not have anything to do..."

Step by step...

This hotel has more than 600 rooms on 14 floors. Li Ang and the other four arrived at the 5th floor through the elevator and walked to the red carpet to room 506.

A young resident nearby saw the movements of several people and wanted to make a sound reminder, but suddenly he fell silent and could only watch them open the door of Room 506 with concern and walked in.

Bang.

The door was closed.

The man shivered, swallowed nervously, and packed up without saying a word... back to China!

"No, America is really too dangerous. I want to go home quickly and leave now!!"

After he quickly packed his luggage, he still couldn't bear to throw a piece of paper and left it at the door of No. 506. He breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had finally put down his worries, pulled up his suitcase and was about to leave, but was grabbed by an arm that suddenly appeared and pulled it in.

Bang!

"fbi... tell me everything you know about Room 506!"

Putting FBI's ID in front of the other party, Colson said righteously and sternly.

The man was sank on the ground with an overly frightened look on his face, his face pale, and his whole body was shaking.

"Captain Colson, this kid just passed by the door and left behind."

He spread a piece of paper into a roll and handed it to Colson. Colson took a look and found something like "There are evil spirits in this room, leave quickly."

It was a kind boy. Colson felt a little fond of him in his heart. He was about to pull him up from the ground. The boy didn't know what he suddenly thought of, raised his hands high, and spoke very quickly and burst out his own information.

"My name is Lu Mingfei, a male, born on July 17, 1991, this year, he is 17 years old, type A blood, sheep, height 172, weight 60kg, the constellation is Cancer... I, I, don't, don't shoot, I've played very well in StarCraft, don't shoot me!"

Lu Mingfei cried and was so scared that his heart almost jumped out.

He was just coming to the United States for a trip, why did he meet FBI?

You won’t eat bullets, right? Don’t die here!

In his heart, Colson smiled gently and reached out to pull him up from the ground.

"You don't have to be afraid. We are either bad people, we just have a few questions to ask you."

He said, pulling his arm into the room without saying a word. Lu Mingfei wanted to refuse. Seeing Grant Ward having already entered with his box, he could only follow behind with his head down and bowed his head.

In the room, Li Ang and Dawenxi had been waiting for a long time. When they saw three people coming in, Dawenxi pulled a bamboo dragonfly out of his head and asked Coulson.

"Who is this?"

"Lu Mingfei, a certain resident on this floor."

Colson replied, patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, pushed him among the crowd, and asked.

"Now, tell us all the things you know about this room."

Seeing the few people staring at him with bright eyes, Lu Mingfei had no choice but to tell the four people in front of him all the information he knew.

It was probably because someone disappeared about 7 days ago and the police could not find anyone. A few days later, several cleaners had something to do on this floor and were sent to a mental hospital... In short, it was very evil.

After listening to his narrative, Li Ang touched his chin, stared at him with a meaningful gaze, and said confidently.
Chapter completed!