Jones looked confused when he heard the woman with wide hat brim say this.
What dangers do I have? Could it be that my life is not long? "What's wrong with me?" Jones asked humbly.
After all, this is a life-threatening thing, so it's better to be careful.
The woman with a wide hat brim came over and sniffed it on Jones.
Seeing this beautiful woman approaching, Jones was a little heartbeat to be honest.
He knew that the woman with wide hat brim was not interested in him, but was just confirming something, but she was still nervous.
After confirming, the woman with wide hat brim spoke, "I am a nurse. The bow on your neck and my red wine should be the same type, which can absorb your vitality, so you should find a way to solve it." br>
Jones was so panicked when he heard the woman with a wide hat brim.
He subconsciously reached out to pull the red bow on the collar, but found that the bow seemed to be growing on his clothes, without moving at all.
He pulled hard, and even felt his neck hurt, but the bow was still firmly fixed there. "Damn it!" Jones cursed in a low voice, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.
He then remembered the bartender's surprised expression when he put on the bow.
It turns out that the bartender had known that this was a trap, and the black bow he and two other waiters wore was obviously to avoid being absorbed in life.
Jones forced himself to calm down, and he knew that the problem could not be solved by panic now.
He quickly analyzed the situation in front of him: the bartender must know how to untie the bow, but he would never tell himself, and might even stop him.
The only hope is the two waiters who also wore black bows.
However, Jones did not act rashly. Since she learned that the woman with a wide hat brim was a nurse, she must have clues about mentally ill patients.
Jones first thanked the woman with wide hat brim, and then asked, "Do you know how to judge who is a mentally ill? I heard that some passengers here are not normal."
and Zhang Yangqing There was about the same place, and the woman with a wide hat brim shook her head, saying that she didn't know and had never contacted a mentally ill patient.
Then I took out a note from my pocket, wrote some words on it, and handed it to Jones: "This is the address of a psychiatrist. He may be able to help you, but I suggest you solve your own problem first. , otherwise you may not be able to see him."
Jones took the note, secretly wrote down the address in his heart, and then put the note in his pocket.
He thanked again and watched the woman with wide hat brim leave the bar.
Then, Jones took a deep breath and began to carefully avoid the bartender's sight, looking for the two waiters.
The two waiters were a man and a woman. The man was wearing short-sleeved shirts. He didn't look young, but he was not old either.
The woman was wearing an old-fashioned skirt. Although her face was young, the style of the clothes looked particularly old, like an antique.
Jones looked closely and found that their clothes were out of place with the styles of other guests in the bar, as if from another era.
"What's wrong" Jones was secretly alert.
He did not go forward directly to meet him, but quietly walked around the backstage of the bar and entered the waiter's room.
The decorations in the room are very old, with several faded oil paintings hanging on the walls, and the corners are filled with old wine bottles and debris.
It's very old, but it seems that someone has lived in it and people often clean it, so it's relatively clean.
Jones' eyes swept across the room and finally stopped on a picture frame covered with cloth.
He gently lifted the cloth and found that it was an old photo.
The photo shows three elderly people, two men and one woman, and two of them have exactly the same clothes as the waiter.
Jones' heartbeat was accelerating. He carefully compared the photos with the waiters in reality and found that although their faces were young, their expressions and postures were exactly the same as those of the old man in the photos.
"So that's it." Jones murmured in a low voice.
He understood that the bar would seize the lifespan of the guests, and that lifespan was transferred to the bartender and waiter. The old people in the photo are exactly what they are.
They use bows to absorb the lifespan of others in some way to restore their youth.
Jones quickly put the photo back to its original place, and had a plan in his mind.
He knew that it would be impossible to go directly to those two waiters. They were in the same group as the bartender and would never help him untie the bow. He had to find another way.
Thinking of this, Jones came to the door of his room wearing a bow. Since this room can be taken with him, there must be a way to untie it.
But there is a lock on the door of this room, and it cannot be opened without a key.
Jones remembered that when he first came, it was the door opened by the bartender, so he must have the key.
Since they know that they will definitely not unlock it for themselves, they can only find a way to steal the key.
Jones is not very professional about stealing things, but he has props.
In fact, there are many solutions here. The chosen one can steal by himself, but it will be very dangerous to be found, and the guests can also help steal.
The guests here have unique skills, and they can get help or props as long as they complete the task.
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Jones has obtained useful props, and now is the time to use them.
He first made preparations, which was to make an illusion in the ambushed bathroom.
Jones stood at the bar, took a deep breath, trying to make himself look calm and natural.
He walked to the bartender, with a look of anxiety on his face, and he whispered: "Mr. Bartender, there seems to be something wrong in the bathroom. There is a guest who needs help. I can't handle it. You can go over and see it. See? "
The bartender frowned, obviously a little impatient with such trivial matters, but as the manager of the bar, he nodded: "Lead the way."
Jones' heart I was delighted, but my face still had an anxious expression.
He took the bartender through the noisy bar hall and headed towards the bathroom.
Along the way, his heart beat fast and his palms were sweating slightly, but he forced himself to remain calm.
After entering the bathroom, Jones pointed to a compartment in the corner and said, "That guest is inside."
There is a detail here, that is, Jones needs to let the bartender leave The area with mirrors is not visible to him.
The bartender frowned, walked to the door of the compartment, knocked on the door: "Sir, are you okay? Do you need help?"
Jones stood behind the bartender and quietly took out the coma spray given by the respiratory doctor from his pocket.
He was prepared for both ways, and as long as this time he failed, he would immediately use the power of the female ghost.
When the bartender saw that there was no response inside, he tried to flip over to check the situation.
Just at this moment, Jones patted his shoulder, and the moment the bartender looked back at Jones, there was a spray in front of him.
Puff!
A slight jet sounded, and the bartender's body froze suddenly, then fell softly to the ground. "The props given by the doctor are really useful." To be on the safe side, Jones shook his body and confirmed that he was already in a coma. Then he squatted down and began to grop on him.
Soon after, he found a bunch of keys in the bartender's pocket.
Jones quickly put the key into his pocket, then struggled to drag the bartender into an empty compartment and closed the compartment door.
After doing all this, Jones stood in front of the bathroom mirror, took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
He looked at himself in the mirror, and the red bow on the collar was still eye-catching, as if reminding him that there was not much time left.
(This chapter ends)