Hinata looked at Belmode quietly.

The other party was determined and used his attention to drive with his eyes bent and looked at him.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, he turned his head and leaned back into the car window, "I understand."

"Huh?" Belmode turned the car along the road, "What?"

"I will not leave you more than three steps except when I go to see my partner with that gentleman," he said, "a normal lady."

It is too troublesome to argue about "Is it a normal reaction?" and Hinata gave up simply and neatly.

He changed the topic, "There must be a lot of people in the hotel. How should that gentleman get in?"

Also with big stars?

Belmode is fine. Although he is a star, his identity is not too popular now. Even if he is photographed and remembered, it is normal. She is not afraid of leaving a deep impression on people. Moreover, she is also the protagonist of the movie, but that gentleman...

To some extent, Hinata Riki thinks that gentleman will be more conspicuous than Belmode.

A beautiful blonde girl is rare, but both men and women are very beautiful, so it is not very rare in that kind of occasion. However, it can be seen from the naked eye that there are few elderly people of nearly hundreds of ages, especially those of this level, who actually appear at obviously bright and beautiful banquets.

It is definitely not possible to go in openly. But if you sneak in...

It is very subtle, so subtle that it gives a sense of déjà vu.

"Yes, the hotel is very lively," Belmode said meaningfully. "When there is a lively puppet show on the stage, everyone's eyes will only look at the gorgeous puppets in the spotlight, not at the people who control the puppets, nor at the crystal clear silk threads."

She raised the corners of her lips with a smile, "This is how humans are, pitifully shallow."

Hinata glanced at her and found that she had the potential to be a philosopher. He responded lightly and continued to lie on the car window and observe the street outside.

The buildings on the street are famous brands, which clearly show which class they often live in New York. At the beginning, there were many small restaurants, convenience stores and fast food restaurants on the streets where cars passed by. There were many slow walking along the roadside, and there were also some riders riding bikes on the sidewalk.

Gradually, fast food restaurants and convenience stores disappeared, and the small, so bright that they were cheap, turned into warm lights, as if replaced by a specialty restaurant with a layer of ‘style’ filter. There was a black and white waiter standing at its doorstep.

Not long after, when the 'style' filter was upgraded again, Belmode issued a reminder, "It's time to reach the destination."

Hinata moved his ears and turned his head to look forward.

The street ahead was still a normal one, not as many fans and crowded as he had expected, but there was a boiling sound that gradually amplified in the background sound he heard.

The car turned and drove into a wide street.

"Today is just a small screening to test the response of the movie, but it is agreed by some people in the circle," Belmode stopped at the door of the hotel. She grinned, "Identity? Status? Fame? Anyway, it's just that kind of thing that is very human."

"Among those things, they drew some lucky audiences to attend the scene, gathered some fans, and arranged a simple red carpet and celebrations in front of the hotel."

While she was talking indifferently, a waiter in a dress walked up quickly at the entrance of the hotel.

Belmode glanced at the waiter and whispered, "You probably don't like walking the red carpet very much, right?"

"This is the side door of the hotel. You can go in from here first. The hotel waiter will take you to my 'lounge'."

She stared into Hinata's eyes, "After the screening ceremony begins, the movie will be played for one hundred and thirty-five minutes, and you will be back ten minutes before the movie playback ends."

ah.

Hinata tilted his head a little, "Two hours?"

What conversation can last for two hours?

A lot of conversations can take place for hours, especially those of ‘high-class people’ because they usually have riddle people and negotiating nature, often with ‘I know’, ‘I know you know’ and ‘I know you know I know’.

Not straightforward at all, very dragging.

Hinata Riki wanted to turn his head a little and left.

"Yes," Belmode said, "but it won't be that long, that gentleman knows your character."

She glanced at the waiter who was standing well a few meters outside the car to avoid hearing something, and she reminded her with uneasy, "The movie is a long time, and when the puppets on the stage dance, no matter what happens, people will not turn away from the spotlight."

Belmode said: "You have plenty of time to move."

Translation: This conversation will be particularly sluggish.

Hinata nodded, and he repeated what Belmode had just said, "No matter what happens, people won't look away from the spotlight?"

Belmode nodded confidently.

"Then," he thought, "will not happen if there is a murder?"

At a normal banquet, the powerful and powerful people are the absolute focus, the center of the stage, and no matter who they are, they will pounce on the center like a butterfly, just like a moth pounces on the spotlight.

They won't notice other people and other small things, so it's appropriate to take this opportunity to secretly visit Chen Cang.

But what if there is a murder?

Belmode: "…"

She was silent and slowly frowned.

Hinata stared at her and also reminded her in reverse, "If there is a murder case and you really want to care for your children, just take care of yourself, and I have no objection."

As long as he was not dragged to the police officer who had just arrived urgently, he swears and says, "This detective has solved the case!" or the police will be fine, maybe they are their own people.

But there may be keen guys in the crowd watching, and I think I haven't seen him before.

Belmode: "…"

She was silent again, thinking about whether to explain whether she really had no love and no habit of raising the police, and finally gave up.

"As soon as a murder occurs, I will send you and that gentleman a message to you and that gentleman for an emergency notice."

Hinata nodded, and he pushed the door out, "Goodbye."

He walked towards the waiter as he said.

The waiter immediately smiled and pointed at the side door of the hotel, indicating the direction.

"Goodbye," Belmode poked his head out of the car window, and she reminded her with concern, "If you encounter a criminal, you must send me a message. I will be prepared for an accident!"

She paused, "You know how to tell the criminal."

Hinata Riki waved to her without looking back, "I understand."

He followed the waiter into the hotel.

The waiter constrained his gaze and did not look at him too much, but said, "The lounge is on the third floor and it will be there in just one minute."

This minute is the time to take the elevator.

After getting off the elevator, Hinata Yori followed the waiter through several intricate corridors and came to a room.

The waiter used the room card to open the room, and then handed it over with both hands, "Sir, your room card."

From beginning to end, the waiter's eyes fell rigorously below, almost always looking at the ground, not looking at Hinata.

Hinata Hinata reached out to take the card, "Thank you."

He pushed open the door and walked in.

Rather than saying that this is a lounge, it is better to say that this is a presidential room in a hotel, with a small living room.

Hinata reasonably speculated that this room should be very consistent with the gentleman's aesthetic, because there was a thick layer of furry carpet on the ground. When he stepped on it, he deliberately enlarged his weight, but the carpet was too soft and quietly swallowed his footsteps.

It's just not very friendly to wheelchairs.

After looking around, Hinata took out a flip phone and sent a message to the gentleman: [I'm here.]

A few seconds later, his phone vibrated and a message flashed on the screen.

[There is a mechanism on the bookshelf in the study, and the globe moves to the left.]

While Hinata has read this message reasonably, the message will be automatically deleted.

He put away his cell phone, walked around the living room silently, found the study room, pushed the door and walked in, and then found the globe on the bookshelf and twisted it.

There are no thick carpets in the study room, only large rectangular floor tiles.

After twisting the globe, the bookshelf shaking and the floor tiles rotated, and the entire bookshelf and several floor tiles outside the bookshelf shaking together and turning into the wall.

In the vibration, Hinata rationally stabilized his body. He watched the study disappear while the bookshelf flipped, and a long black corridor showed it.

It was only dark for less than a few seconds. Before the bookshelf completely stopped running, voice-controlled lights illuminated the corridor.

On the right side of the corridor is a wall, and on the left is a long, curved and oblique upward passage, with a turning point in the farthest area where the voice-controlled lights are on.

Hinata walks along the passage reasonably.

The phone vibrated again, prompting that it had received a new message, [This time it was not the mission target, it was a partner. There may be special things happening during the conversation, so you don’t have to be too alert.]

This message stayed for a long time, and Hinata responded reasonably: [For example?]

The phone vibrated immediately, and a reply was displayed, [For example, there will be a sniper aiming at us.]

Sniper, strike, hand?

Hinata's footsteps stopped for a moment, and the gentle, almost undetectable echo of footsteps also stopped for a moment. He stopped at the corner and glanced at the darkness ahead.

His footsteps were too light and his phone didn't turn on, neither of which made the new voice-controlled lights light up.

The voice-controlled light that had already lit up flashed a few times and went out. The corridor fell into the deep darkness that seemed to be able to hold up a handful of black liquid.

Only the mobile phone screen emits a faint light.
To be continued...