On the way, walking slowly, the dog keeper still explores the signs in the room over the door. The cameras will be watching, so when they stop, they'll be suspicious.
(I knew you weren't there...)
No sign of any of the rooms on the sixth floor. Except for room 601, which we're headed to. The door stays dignified open and the lights are on inside. And there are signs of people.
When we arrived in room 601, there were unexpected people waiting inside. Van Damme was sitting on the couch.
(The same goes for the shoe method and the hepatic cedar son, how are these guys moving ahead? Elevator? Is there a dedicated staircase hidden somewhere? The neighborhood is going to be the key to finding out where these guys are)
While the dog owner is surprised to see Van Damme, he conceives silently.
"No escort this time? Now, if I crack it here, isn't it over?
And, Viper.
"I didn't bring an escort because I knew he didn't have the intention"
A glance at the dog breeder, Van Damme laughs at it.
"This is the stage you prepared for me. We need to get along and enjoy ourselves."
The dog keeper smiled and said. The words were half true and half false. That's how I feel, but I'm not going to hang out until the end. Somewhere I'd like to turn around and ruin it, but I haven't come up with a specific way to do that yet.
(As long as I know where the lurk is, I can get an advantage...... Of course still, it's hard to set this up where these guys are without being able to understand our movements... Hmmm...... I don't see any visions that work. Should we fundamentally reconsider?
Behind a smile, the dog keeps coming up with ideas in a non-floating mood.
"The next mission is not about your life. You're more important than your life, it's a fan of your work."
Listening to Van Damme's words, the dog owner felt like he had his heart eagled. The spare grin also froze in an instant.
I've already been spotted, poking at the weakest part of the dog breeder.
"I've caught a few of your fans who are particularly fanatical. That's why I held your lecture today."
"You were such a dirty hand guy too... This was a little unexpected. I didn't think I'd make it that far."
"Hmm. It's an honor to have you buy it high. And I'm sorry to disappoint you."
Van Damme gives a hateful grin to the dog owner pointing it out in the face.
(What, are you lying...)
Seeing that deliberate smile on his face, he spotted Van Damme lying and the dog owner was relieved.
"Oh, I want to ask you something. Did you set that ghost up?
When the dog owner asks, Vandam's grin disappears.
"Ghosts? That being said, I heard rumors like that... I have no idea. I didn't even believe it. No way, were you actually there?
Van Damme asks back suspiciously, not in a cloudy breeze.
"Earlier, you two were rushing away because there was a ghost out there? It's hard to think we're both going to lie like that..."
"We were smashing the wall flashy. It's not on the camera? Look upstairs."
"I'll make sure later...... Now let's get into the fourth mission description."
Van Damme placed a card on the table, each with a different number, and a collar with something like a small machine in it. The numbers on the cards are 98, 121, 555.
"Four, did you get something different from my novel?"
Says the dog owner.
"The collar is planted with a bomb. The explosion is small, but it's powerful enough to kill anyone wearing a collar. Fix it."
Dog breeder to wear collar with bomb, as directed by Van Damme.
"From the three cards, have them pick a hit. It's just a simple game."
"What the hell... No hints, no hints."
A viper who hears Van Damme explain and gives a shuddering voice.
"No, I don't need a hint. This is so easy. I'm the only one who can figure it out because I gave you a number."
Seeing the three numbers 98, 121 and 555, the dog owner ran out of words with a boring looking face.
"Ho."
Listen to the dog breeder and smile thinly so that Van Damme can be amused.
"You're still there when you're done explaining?
"You don't mind touring, do you? Whatever you do, this game will be over soon."
Van Damme shrugged his shoulder to ask the dog owner.
A dog keeper takes one of the cards.
This is it.
The card the dog owner took in his hand was 121.
"Correct. Take the collar."
"It's too easy and boring...... Let me do a harder beating."
While grabbing the collar, the dog owner said.
"What kind of tease is that?
Vipers ask questions.
"The number of burned victims of a fire that occurred at a rally at Fire Discharge Wei BBA. Damn, that's a bad taste. If I don't remember, it's game over here."
I said it was easy, but if I didn't remember it, it was also something I could call unreasonable: a third chance of a light death.
"Is it true that guys who go out of their way to collect hated races, fit into that leader, and end up baking them all together have a good taste?
Vandamm asks sarcastically.
"You said you were a mess, a mess of mass garbage. I feel the same way. I just got a cockroach wheel in my hand."
The dog owner says back arrogantly. Van Damme frowns slightly.
"So? What about the hostages? I guess it's a hoax anyway."
The dog owner smiled.
"Were you spotted?"
Van Dam is also allowed to stick and spill a smile, shaking it small or not.
"I told you. He said he believed you weren't such a bad guy."
"I see. But there's actually only one person, someone who's blackmailing me. I'm not taking you hostage, and I'm gonna make sure you're safe."
"It's not tough enough not to take it hostage and just move it with blackmail. I know who you're talking about. Big day, two nights, right?
The one who called the dog breeder to this Maslao hotel lecture today. Even if people are paid from the hotel itself and see where Van Dam thinks but is left, the dog owner sees that the big day and two night market council would have had no choice but to call the dog owner in Van Dam's blackmail.
"Mr. Big Day, you're pathetic...... even if you were blackmailed, you'd be heartbroken. That's why I ask you to tell me. I'm sorry I got involved." "
"Ok...... I'll tell him."
Van Damme also seemed to remember some hindsight and, at the request of the dog owner, undertook it with a divine voice.
"Tell me that and one more thing. How many more games are there? Same as my book?
"If you say I'm the same, do you believe me on par? Then I'll tell you the same. Good luck, then."
Ironically, Van Damme gets up and walks out of the room.
Behind that van Dam, a dog breeder who arrives perfectly. Vipers also follow with a bitter laugh.
Van Damme stops and looks back.
"I have trouble getting you to follow me..."
"That would be trouble. That's why we're in trouble."
A dog breeder with a slight and nasty grin at Van Damme spilling a smile.
But when I actually got there perfectly like this, I decided to keep it to the extent of the prank because the story would not go properly.
"You know this story?
The dog owner called out to Van Damme, who tried to walk out again. Van Damme stops at three steps.
"Put the hamster inside the gauge and place the feeding device for how bait works when you press the switch. Hamsters push the switch to feed and eat. So, I'll unpack it in a while. The belly-up hamster pushes the switch over and over, but eventually learns that it is something that no more switches out and no more bait, and despairs. I mean, give up."
"You know what?
"Oh well. You know what? So if I break through all my missions, some of you, like that experimental hamster, will give up? You can't do anything to this guy. I will survive. You can't kill yourself."
"In a lion's harem...... no, let's leave it now"
Speaking of something, Van Damme immediately interrupted and walked away. I didn't even go after the dog owner this time.