Entertainment: From Dragon Sleeve To Superstar

"Deep interpretation?"

"X-ray?"

"gamma rays?"

Bradrick Abel walked towards the stairs on the third floor of each building, thinking about the role of so many cameras in his mind.

It's just that he can only think about it. He doesn't know what these cameras are for.

Arrived, the stairs on the third floor, follow the stairs to the third floor.

The light at the exit became a little dim, and it was a metal tunnel.

Right in front of it was a door closed tightly.

Above the door is a camera. At the center of the camera, there is a red dot, which flashes like eyes, as if looking closely at Bradrick Abel.

The weird situation along the way, until now, reaching the third floor of the final destination, Bradrick Abel's mood is even more tense.

"call…"

He exhaled, trying to calm himself as much as possible, walked through the metal tunnel, came to the door, and knocked on the door.

"Knocking..."

After the knock on the door, a voice came out.

"Please come in."

"Squeak"

Bradrick Abel opened the door gently and walked in.

There were two people in the room, and the officer who had met before was gone.

But there is another acquaintance.

It was the last time that the lazy man who was drinking coffee and sitting on the sofa the whole time.

This time, he was almost the same as last time.

Sitting lazily on the sofa, but without coffee in his hand, it seems to be idle and boring. In his hand, there is an old antique pocket watch, which he held in his hand, dangling it casually...

Bradrick Abel looked at this acquaintance, then looked at the other person.

The other person didn't know him. He was a slightly obese man in his 50s.

now.

The man is attentively sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper.

Bradrick Abel came in, he didn't pay attention at all.

"Dr. Bradrick Abel, sit down." The lazy man said with a smile at this time.

Bradrick Abel nodded, although the lazy man didn't specify where to do it.

But Bradrick Abel knows very well.

Because in the room, almost in the center, there is a table, a chair, and a searchlight.

The obvious configuration is a trial stand.

Bradrick Abel knew very well that he was going to sit on the chair condemned by God.

time flies.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes, five minutes passed...

Bradrick Abel sat in a chair and waited, and no one came to interrogate him.

The lazy man has been on the sofa, sitting and playing with his pocket watch.

The strange man in his 50s had been reading the newspaper, from beginning to end, he did not glance at Bradrick Abel.

This kind of atmosphere made Bradrick Abel a little dry, making all kinds of assumptions.

"what happened?"

"Are you still waiting, the officer who interrogated him last time, he was the other party in charge of interrogating him, it's just that someone hasn't arrived yet?"

Until about 10 minutes.

Sudden.

"Crack!"

The man in his 50s who read the newspaper suddenly put down the newspaper in his hand.

Very quickly, sitting opposite Bradrick Abel, the light in the room suddenly dimmed.

"Crack!"

The searchlight turned on, and Bradrick Abel couldn't open his eyes.

Sudden change.

Bradrick Abel was frightened, and his panic mind became even more panic.

But this time.

The man in his 50s did not interrogate Bradrick Abel right away.

It was a small pendulum placed on the table, one side.

Because of the light, Bradrick Abel could not see where the man in his 50s came from in this small clock.

"Kakka..."

The movement of the hands of the small table clock is very loud, and with each movement of the second hand, it will make a clicking sound.

A man in his 50s has always had fat hands on the table...

The fingers clicked and tapped regularly.

Bradrick Abel did not dare to say a word, a little nervous, his head hung down, his eyes fell on a man in his 50s, tapping his fingers regularly...

From time to time, look at the small clock on the table from the corner of your eye.

He was thinking.

What is the other party doing with such a small clock? Is it possible that the interrogation will not start until what time?

But why do you do this?

Bradrick Abel's head grew bigger and bigger, and he was completely confused. From entering the attic today to now, everything is strange.

What is this doing, and what does it mean?

"Crack!"

Just at the second hand of the desk clock, I heard again that at the 12th position, the time was just 10 o'clock in the morning.

The middle-aged man in his 50s suddenly spoke: "Dr. Bradrick Abel, I want to know, your account has an inexplicable amount of 50 million dollars. What's the situation, please tell me in detail... "

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