It started when an escape expert, who became popular online with some incredible escape videos, sent invitations to fans to try out his latest escape room design.

The escape expert in the video wears a hooded cloak that completely covers his hands, feet and face, and introduces his masterpiece with a trembling electronic synthesis voice. The game starts from entering a three-pyramid-shaped cabin, which is very mysterious. The lucky one will get a prize of 10 million' is the only rule of this game.

The video was released three days ago. According to statistics, more than a dozen adventurous adventurers have accepted the challenge. These people have different jobs, including homeless people who come to try their luck, business owners on the verge of bankruptcy, and professional have come to find exciting writers and adventurers, but without exception, they have not been able to come out, so far there is no news.

The police investigated the id who posted the video: escape expert leon, but only found a fake ip address, and no one knows any information about the escape expert except that he stayed in the triangular pyramid hut near Red Maple Mountain.

The leader asked the police officers for their opinions one by one. When asked about Rimbaud, Rimbaud was writing something in a notepad when he heard his name being called, so he raised his head and tucked his blond hair behind his ear, and said lightly, "I'll go ,Kill him."

The speech was too bold, and the meeting began to be chaotic.

The leader walked over to him and flipped through the notepad in front of him.

The notepad is full of spooky doodles - a man in a cape who was hanged by a rope, his neck is broken, his eyes are huge, his tongue is sticking out a long way, next to the gallows is a fang-toothed piranha and a ferocious, fried cat .

It seems that this man in the cape is the escape master mentioned in the meeting just now.

The leader stared at the painting, his spine chilling indescribably, and when he met Rimbaud's hollow and deep gemstone eyes, he had the illusion of shuddering.

After the business trip was arranged, the meeting was over, and Rimbaud returned to his workstation. His job was to sort out the files, arrange the paper files and hard disks in numbers, and then put them in the file room.

Rimbaud didn't notice the alpha hanging out of the window secretly observing him, and when he noticed that there was a line of sight stuck on him, he raised his head, but there was no one outside the window.

At this time, an omega came over with a stack of documents, put the portfolios one by one by Rimbaud's hand, and wanted to chat with Rimbaud: "Well...that's all for this afternoon's work, I just got used to it. Right? How do you feel about the workload?"

Rimbaud stared at the number on the file, and gave a lukewarm hum.

Omega was left out in the cold, so he had to find himself a step down: "Then you can ask me for help if you encounter any problems."

Rimbaud raised his eyelashes and glanced at him, but even if Rimbaud himself did not show any emotional color, his sapphire eyes with a vertical line in the middle of his pupils looked too close to strangers, surrounded by a An air of loneliness.

The omega was shocked by these deep and bottomless eyes, took two steps back in a panic, and returned to his position.

Rimbaud didn't think it was anything. After finishing a bookshelf, the moisturizing bandage on his body was a little dry, and the skin was itchy because of the dryness, so he got up and went to the pantry to wet the bandage.

He poured a glass of water, turned around, and suddenly found that the single-seat sofa had an alpha, a black T-shirt, a black baseball cap, a black mask, and sunglasses.

"en?" Lan Bo recognized him immediately and put the water glass on the coffee table in front of Bai Chunian.

Bai Chunian took the opportunity to grab the wrist that he stretched out and tugged it hard. Lan Bo's center of gravity was unstable, and he fell into Alpha's arms by surprise, and his uniform was scratched on his chest.

During the working hours, he couldn't make a fool of himself. Lan Bo raised his hand and stuck Bai Chunian's jaw, so that he couldn't make a sound. He took out two hundred dollars from his breast pocket and stuffed them into Bai Chunian's trousers pocket. He winked and coaxed him, "Go buy, eat, don't make trouble."

Bai Chunian supported Lan Bo's thin and slender waist with one hand, while the other hand pressed the back of his head, pulled down the mask and whispered in his ear: "No trouble, just check the post."

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Chapter 35

"Only two hundred, not enough to spend." Bai Chunian raised his chin deliberately to tease him.

Rimbaud coaxed him in a low voice: "It's pitiful first, then it will be."

"Okay, then I'll take pity first." Bai Chunian laughed, grabbed Lan Bo's wrist and put it to his lips, and kissed the thin web between his fingers.

The webs between the fingers are full of capillaries and tiny nerves, so the touch is very sensitive. When touched by the alpha's warm lips, the small web turns red.

Rimbaud's body suddenly stagnated as if he had touched a switch, he made a noise unconsciously, and unconsciously leaked some soft pheromones from the glands.

This little pheromone leaked by omega inadvertently is just hooking fire to alpha, and Bai Chunian reacted almost the first second that this pheromone touched the gland.

The door of the pantry was suddenly pushed open, and the omega, who had just held the documents, daringly poked his head in: "The police officers from the International Prison have come to hand over the documents, have you sorted them out?"

Rimbaud looked back at the single-seat sofa. Alpha was gone. He was alone in the pantry, and only the window next to the sofa was open.

"en." Rimbaud poured himself a new glass of water and followed the omega out of the pantry.

Bai Chunian hung with one hand under the balcony outside the window of the pantry, and when he heard the sound of the door closing, he turned over lightly, and the fabric in the middle of his shorts lifted up a large piece.

He crouched down and flipped through his phone to calm himself and his second child. I just took a candid photo while Rimbaud was picking up the water. It was a little blurry, but I could clearly see the profile of the omega's face, which was covered by a few strands of blond hair. From the side, the tip of his nose was small and upturned, and the neck and shoulders were close to each other. The collarbone is also ridiculously thin, not as delicate and slender as other omegas, but eats a little more.

He sent the photo to fellow agents in the Union Technical Department.

The technical colleague quickly replied: "Investigate which aspect."