100k Volts Electrocutes You to Death

The garbage bag fell to the ground, and Ye Wenxuan grabbed the man's arm without letting anyone fall.

A few minutes later, a Chinese-American employee walked back to the clubhouse from the iron gate, and silently took a cold meal platter handed over by a chef, and followed another white boy who served the plate out of the clubhouse kitchen.

The chef who handed the plate to his chin touched his chin: "Strange, just go out and put out the garbage. Did Li suddenly grow up?"

"Is there? I didn't pay attention." Another chef was carving a broccoli, not very interested in this topic.

In fact, in their eyes, these Asians look so similar. If there is not enough time to get along, the tall white people with deep facial features really can't tell the difference between their looks.

On the other side, Ye Wenxuan was adorned behind a few white guys with plates, pretending to be a waiter, and turned into a stairwell dedicated to employees.

In order to prevent the waiter from hitting the guests, the elevator in front of the clubhouse is not allowed to use the waiters, they can only take the staff aisle every time they serve the dishes.

Stepping on a soft carpet, Ye Wenxuan observed from left to right, and found that only dim wall lights were turned on in the aisle. It seemed to be trying to create an ambiguous and emotional atmosphere. Fortunately, someone mixed in did not get in the first place. Expose identity.

He didn't dare to open his mouth to speak, so he just lowered his head. Probably the original owner he played was also of this temperament. The few people in front of him walked and talked and ignored him.

This succeeded Ye Wenxuan's intention. He followed these people and eavesdropped on them while elevating his feet upstairs.

"Ada, are there any good things behind the door tonight?" a good-looking waiter asked.

"How do I know that I don't dare to go down often." A man named Ada slapped him: "Want to gamble again? Do you have enough money."

The person next to him chuckled softly, "Lynn, you lost everything last time and bankrupted. Haven't you learned your lesson?"

Lynn reluctantly said: "That was an accident. The guy looked at the tall and strong man, who knew he would be paralyzed after being beaten twice!"

A group of people went up to the third floor, and several of them entered the two boxes on the left. Ye Wenxuan's plate was going to the innermost one. He walked slowly and heard Ada whispering to Lynn: "You are honest today. , Don't go down. I heard that today a distinguished guest has wrapped up the entire venue behind the door, and he will come back if he is careful."

I couldn’t hear the answer from Lin En anymore. The two of them turned into one of the rooms on the right. Ye Wenxuan didn’t dare to stay in the corridor where he was monitoring. He could only continue walking forward, thinking about “behind the door” What the hell is it, looking for the right box according to the house number in the cold food platter.

No. 318 is the innermost.

Seeing that there were four muscular black suits standing outside the innermost door, Ye Wenxuan felt a bit troublesome. There were no battles in the several private rooms he passed before. Obviously, the identity of the people inside was not low.

I hope there are no club executives inside, otherwise it would be miserable to be found.

He bit his head and walked to the door. Before he touched the door, the tall black man standing next to him stopped him first.

"What are you doing."

Ye Wenxuan cleared his throat: "The gentleman inside ordered a cold plate."

Another white bodyguard looked at him up and down, whispered while touching the headphones, and then nodded to the others after a while, then said: "Go in, come out after you have delivered."

Ye Wenxuan responded, holding four searchlights with the same line of sight, holding a plate in one hand, and pushing the door with the other.

It took him some effort to push the door open, and then he hung his head. After entering the door, he didn't look around, but walked to the two people sitting in the room.

"You'd better check it quickly. Over time, I'm afraid something will happen again."

"Hehehe, you can rest assured."

The people inside were talking, and when he came in, he was silent, staring at the waiter and putting the plate gently on the coffee table.

The man on the single sofa greeted him: "Don't go." Then he turned his head and asked the person next to him: "I have a few bottles of good wine hidden in here, you are very rare, how about it, try it?"

"No." The man on the sofa next door lazily said, "Is there tea?"

Just came in and didn't listen carefully. At that moment, when the man spoke, Ye Wenxuan immediately moved his heart.

"Oh, you forgive me!" the white man exclaimed exaggeratedly: "My sir, if you come to me, you still have to drink tea? Please, if someone hears these words, they must laugh at their teeth, and In turn, I'm scolded that Wilson is not well received.

Another person seemed to sneer: "Then taste your wine."

Ye Wenxuan stood by the wall with his head down, and the two people who saw the conversation with their eyes were a tall white man with blond hair and brown eyes, and the other was an Asian young man with black hair and blue eyes. The two of them seemed to have known each other for a long time and chatted. Come very casual.

Sure enough, Xing Yuan was sitting on the sofa.

Ye Wenxuan didn't know if he was lucky or not, and he found the task goal without any effort. He tried to lower his sense of presence, and heard that Wilson told him to go out and get wine, knowing that he couldn't stay in it all the time. Then I retreated unwillingly.

Xing Yuan did not recognize him who took off his glasses, which is fine.

Ye Wenxuan didn't know where Wilson's wine was stored. He had to call a waitress in the hallway like him, pretending to be familiar and saying hello: "Hi, Mr. Wilson asked me to pick him up Tibetan wine, but I’ve only been here for a few days, can you help me?"

The man looked at him and went to see his work card for the first time, while being vigilant: "I haven't seen you, where is the boss, how can I order you to get the wine?"

It turned out that Wilson was the boss here. Ye Wenxuan wrote down the room number in his heart, and then said: "I used to help in the kitchen. They didn't have enough staff, so I helped deliver the plates. When I came out, Ordered to get the wine." He made an aggrieved look: "I just carved carrot flowers in the back kitchen, and I don't know if I was thrown away..."

There have indeed been a few occasions where the back kitchen helped the worker to serve the plate. The woman's expression relaxed a bit: "Well, since it is to help the boss get the wine, then I'll tell Hannah, you go back to the back kitchen first, the boss Hannah will be responsible."

Ye Wenxuan actually wanted to go back. There was no reason for this, so he honestly said: "Oh."

He waited for the waitress to turn around and left. He also went downstairs slowly, tapping lightly in front of a room with the words "employee lounge", and no one responded.

He put the work card in front of his chest on the sensor near the door. After a "drop", the door opened.

Ye Wenxuan looked around, locked the door with his backhand, and found some cosmetics that the waitress put on the table. He picked and picked some cosmetics and found a few that could be used, and began to smear them on his face.

The first time he did this kind of sneaky thing, he was still afraid of being recognized as he was. He intuitively changed his face and worked harder.

When he received special training in the special affairs department, a teacher specially taught how to make up and make up. Ye Wenxuan learned very hard because of curiosity. This time it was really used, and he couldn't help thanking the teacher in his heart.

It’s just that it’s not good enough to turn into another person’s skill when you turn around.

He put down his eyebrow pencil and powder puff and carefully looked at his face in front of the makeup mirror. The man in the mirror had deep sunken sockets, a tall nose, and a pale face. There were a few bean-shaped carbuncles on his left cheek. There were also a lot of freckles.

At first glance, this is a not-so-beautiful European face.

Ye Wenxuan was quite satisfied. He straightened up and listened to the door for a while. After making sure that there were no footsteps, he slowly opened the door. Instead of going to the kitchen, he turned and went to the hall on the first floor.

He wanted to find another chance to try if he could re-enter Xing Yuan's box.

There is a public area in the lobby on the first floor of the Red Rose Club. There are dozens of classic European-style tables, chairs and sofas scattered in twos and threes, and the tables are far apart from each other. Apart from each other, people would sit behind the curtain, huddling at the table and chatting quietly, without interfering with each other.

The light in this place is very dark. The only light source is on the middle stage. When Ye Wenxuan touched it, there were a few blondes on the stage, who were slowly swinging their bodies with the rhythm of the blues.

He didn't look much, and walked gently between the curtains in the dark, and walked to the bar on the side of the stage.

"Sir, two glasses of Manhattan wine, gentlemen on the third floor want it."

The bartender glanced at him, said nothing, and started bartending sideways.

Ye Wenxuan knew he was looking at his work card just now.

He rested on the bar with one hand, using the corners of his eyes to observe the whispering crowd around him.

They whispered quietly, and the noisy conversation was sometimes covered by soft music. Ye Wenxuan could not hear it, nor could he see the faces of those behind the curtain.

But equally, his face standing here was also vague.

It seems to be designed as an open bar, but it still pays great attention to the privacy of guests.

"Two glasses of Manhattan, get it."

Ye Wenxuan instantly recovered, he thanked vaguely, put two cocktails into the tray, and then turned around quietly and left here.

With the props, I can go upstairs to find the mission target.

He returned to the same way while thinking quickly in his head. What is the purpose of Xing Yuan coming here?

He did not bring an assistant, but only a bodyguard. That was not because of work, but personal personal matters.

Ye Wenxuan, the name of the Red Rose Club, hasn’t heard of it. This is normal. He didn’t like to go to this kind of high-end club before working. When talking with customers about design, he usually went directly to the other company. At most, he went to Starbucks. Sit down in the cafe.

What kind of club is Red Rose, Ye Wenxuan still can't see it for the time being. It just feels that it is not as noisy as ordinary entertainment venues. Security is loose and tight inside.

Why did Xing Yuan come here at night and simply meet with his friends, or is he otherwise grumpy?

This is the most important question he wants to know now, but Ye Wenxuan also understands that he may not gain anything tonight.

Ye Wenxuan brushed past several waiters with the tray, and recognized that the two of them were Ada and Lynn just now. These people seemed to have just finished serving their plates, and they went downstairs and whispered.

They met Ye Wenxuan in the stairwell, and the latter made his face so hard to see. These people did not realize that Ye Wenxuan was the Asian youth who had gone upstairs with them.

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Ye Wenxuan did not find Xing Yuan in the first place, so he chose to eat more dishes.

Ye Wenxuan knocked on the door of 305 with a plate: "Sir, you want carrots."

Inside, a bunny girl is holding a whip, a handsome uncle.

Ye Wenxuan: "..."

Muscular bunny girl: "Let's put it on the table."

Ye Wenxuan: I'm afraid it's not that the skirt is bigger than him.

After 5 minutes.

Ye Wenxuan knocked on the door of 308: "Sir, the sapphire crown you want is here."

A man in a red velvet cloak and a scepter was sitting on the sofa, and a group of waiters stood in a row next to him, wearing a cloak and looking solemn.

The man with the scepter said solemnly: "Aiqing, hurry up and put on this crown symbolizing power!"

Ye Wenxuan: "..."

Five minutes later.

Ye Wenxuan gritted his teeth and knocked on the 310 door: "Sir, your Bloody Mary."

As soon as the door opened, there was no one inside.

Ye Wenxuan: "Hey, anyone?"

No one speaks.

Ye Wenxuan turned on the lamp, and was calmed by a coffin in the middle.

Suddenly someone in the coffin said, "Quickly turn off the light...I will... be burned to death by the light..."

Ye Wenxuan: "..."

He said blankly: "Your Bloody Mary."

Inside the coffin: "Okay...please put it beside the coffin...my bats will help me..."

Ye Wenxuan slammed the door shut and returned to him in his heart: Mom's mental retardation.

Then he began to think about a question: Xing Yuan came to this club, I am afraid it is not a neuropathy?

[Once again, the small theater has nothing to do with the text, please don’t substitute it.]