Close the door, a thin white young man wearing glasses walked to the front.

Everyone noticed a black box in his hand.

"Since everyone has come here, they should agree with what I have said."

The young man wearing glasses is named Jansen, and his family is engaged in the ocean transportation industry. "I think everyone should have encountered some strange things in their lives, some things that cannot be explained by common sense."

The low voice suddenly rose.

"This world still hides unknown faces that we don't know."

His eyes swept across everyone's faces, especially Famick and others. They had seen mermaids on the island, so they naturally agreed with it.

Jensen's eyes were resting on a black-haired woman sitting in the back of the conference room. She was a tall and fair-skinned beauty with her black hair casually dispersed, but she didn't look messy.

The eyes are light green, like two dazzling gems.

He placed the black box in his hand on the table.

The material of the box is very special, neither stone nor wood, just like it is soaked in sea water for a long time. The bulge on the surface reminds people of slippery animals.

Jansen opened the box and took out a worn parchment from it.

"What's this?"

Everyone's breathing became a little rapid.

"Magic, spell?"

A woman sitting next to Famick said.

If Roger stood here, he would definitely recognize the identity of this woman, the woman who was in a bikini when he was rescued by him.

Jansen shook his head and opened the parchment in his hand.

"This is a treasure map, a treasure map that records the location of the wreck of Mary Hilles."

"Treasure Map?"

After hearing his words, everyone present could not hide their disappointment.

"Hey, man, you've been preparing for this for so long, you'll show us this?"

"You weren't fooled by some antique businessman, right? Anyone in this era would believe in the trick of treasure maps?"

"Ha ha!"

"Who among all the people present is really short of money?"

Famick spoke.

His words caused everyone to burst into laughter.

Jansen's face turned upright, "The family's assets belong to the family, how many of them really belong to us?"

Then he pushed the box in front of him forward, "More important is this box."

Inside the box, an oval bronze mirror is inlaid in the upper half of the open. The human face is slightly deformed when it is reflected on it, and it looks a bit weird.

In the lower half, it is very flat, with a piece of papyrus in the middle and a quill next to it.

The tip of the pen is sharp and harder than metal. The feathers are bright in color, and the place close to the middle shows a bright red like blood.

Jansen pushed the box to Famick, who was closest to him.

"Puncture your fingers with the tip of your pen and write a question on the paper that only you know the answer."

Jansen's expression was solemn.

"Puncture the finger?"

Famick was a little hesitant.

"Just a little blood."

The man sitting next to him pulled the box carelessly, grabbed the quill and pricked his fingertips as he spoke.

laugh!

A strange suction force came from the hollow quill, and the man's face changed slightly, and in an instant, the tip of the pen was soaked with blood.

His expression became solemn at this time.

“Written on it?”

The man looked up and asked.

Jansen nodded, "Remember, you must write down the question that only you know the answer."

The man looked around and Famick backed tactfully, leaving him with enough space.

He picked up the pen and wrote a line of words on the word "Sedge Grass" with a blood-stained quill.

"Who was the first woman I've ever slept with?"

After doing all this, the man looked up and looked at Jansen not far away.

"Then what?"

As soon as the words were finished, the man stood up in panic.

“wtf!”

On the box in front of him, the red handwriting on the papyrus swims like life, followed by the letters on it rearranged and combined.

Hearing his words, the people next to him couldn't help but come over. When they saw the moving handwriting on it, everyone's face changed drastically.

"Emily Wild."

Someone read out the letters on papyrus.

"Your sister's name."

Famick glanced at the man beside him, "What question did you write?"

The man did not answer, but looked at Jansen in the distance with horror. The next second he rushed up like a violent brown bear.

"Damn, what did you do to me?!"

He swung his fist and smashed it over.

"Calm down."

Jansen avoided the man's fist.

"I did nothing."

He raised the parchment in his hand, "Do you still doubt the authenticity of this thing?"

The man gasped and clenched his fists and walked towards the door.

"What the hell is it so weird, I'm going to quit!"

Jansen held up the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Are you sure you want to quit this game?"

No one noticed that a trace of weirdness flashed in Jensen's eyes when he mentioned the game.

"Go to your fucking game!"

“fu!”

The man stretched out his middle finger and left.

The atmosphere in the field became a little cold for a moment.

"Is anyone else going to quit?"

Jansen said leisurely.

"I want to give it a try!"

But Famick took the initiative to stand up, and what happened to his companion made him realize that it was unusual.

For people like them, ordinary beauties and enjoyment can no longer arouse any interest.

Pick up the quill from the box.

At this time, there was not a drop of blood in the pen tube.

It’s like this pen has magic power that can sense the questions the writer wants to ask in advance.

I sucked enough blood to write the problem in advance.

Famick took a deep breath and pierced his finger with the tip of his pen.

A second later, he picked up his pen and wrote down his own question on paper.

This time he was very careful, took the box in his hand and took a few steps back, and then saw the magical scene again.

The letters are swimming, and the answer to the question appears on the paper.

Famick's face changed wildly.
To be continued...