Mystery: Paradox Path Chapter 114

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With three slightly heavy chords in a row ending, Snow turned his head and gave the housekeeper a look.

The butler who had been standing in front of the phonograph immediately picked up the engraved needle.

"Is it all recorded?" Snow stood up, turned the huge "horn" above the piano to one side, and turned his attention to the butler who was processing the record just recorded.

Thanks to Roselle's improvements to the phonograph, it became possible to record records at home.

Although such records are definitely not as delicate as industrially produced vinyl records, and their lifespan is relatively short, if they are only listened to at home, they are even stronger than those three or five hundred yuan speakers and headphones in the previous life.

"The texture is very clear, it should be the best one recorded in the past two days." The butler carefully placed the record on the storage rack, looked at the row of dozens of records, and asked with some doubts:

"Sir, is there any reason why you record so many records?"

"Well, I have an event tonight. It is conservatively estimated that it will take about two hours. Although the location is also in the West District, if there is an accident, I may not be able to come back in time, so you must keep the music in the room during this time. Uninterrupted playback, preferably covering the entire room, to ensure sufficient stability for our guests.”

Snow explained things in detail, but still maintained the secret of the room to ensure that Lanvus could not hear the slightest details.

"As ordered, sir." The butler seemed to realize the importance of the matter, and solemnly counted each record again. While listening to it, he planned in his mind where each record and the corresponding phonograph should be placed.

"Have you finally gone out?" In the evening, Lan Erwus, who had been sitting in front of the window, raised the corners of his mouth when he saw Snow in a formal suit appear on the street.

But then, the sound of the piano sounded almost at the same time from all corners of the room, Lan Erwusi's half-laughing expression also stopped abruptly.

"Damn it!" Lan Erwus scolded angrily, but he was not disappointed by it. In fact, Snow went out tonight, including the matter of this record, he knew all too well!

Although the consciousness of the true creator has brought him a lot of inconvenience, within a few months of integration, he has already partially integrated with the real creator, which means that what the real creator can see, he can also see !

Snow's secret can block his eavesdropping, can it also block the true creator's gaze on his followers?

"However, you forgot one thing..." Lan Erwusi let the rhythm of his chest belong to the real creator's consciousness excited, lay casually on the soft bed, forced a somewhat painful smile, and secretly said:

"No matter how good a song is, if you listen to it several times in a row, you will get tired of it!"

In the brightly lit Intis Embassy in Loen, the smell of perfume and wine spread to every corner of the dance floor along with the melodious melody. At this time, a dance party is being held here.

No matter which world, it is not uncommon for embassy staff to hook up with local celebrities to change their country's reputation, and Bakerland regards this as a kind of enjoyment.

During the years that he came to Backlund, he often held various dance parties, invited those bankers, factory owners, tycoons, barristers, and some lower-level businessmen... and instilled in them The values of Intis, tell them the prosperity and prescription of Intis, explain that Intis is no longer dominated by nobles, and tell them that the owners there are the same bankers, lawyers, and factory owners as them...

Well, there is nothing new under the sun, not to mention how much of this kind of calligraphy is real, as long as it can make a small part of the rich people like Ruen "awaken" no matter what they do. , it can cause enough trouble to the decadent political system of this country. In fact, the current contradiction between the old and new aristocrats in Loen is partly influenced by the trend of Intis.

Of course, today's dance party was a little different from usual. The reason why Beckland was able to stay in the embassy was to serve as a target and help the group of people to attract the target.

"It's a pity, I'm about to bid farewell to Beckland's conservative young ladies and wives!" Beckland shook his head gently, and couldn't help but resent the little detective who dared to resist. If it wasn't for him, he and Zimange would Party-related matters will never be known by MI9!

"Rosago will teach him enough lessons! What I have to do now is to enjoy the last night of Backlund!" Thinking of this, Beckland rubbed his face hard, restoring himself to the best way to flirt with girls. in good condition.

His eyes swept across the dance floor, searching for suitable prey.

Those ladies who had already communicated were excluded by him. In contrast, he really liked to try early adopters.

Many people think that he randomly gave the inferior businessmen "opportunities" in order to make these businessmen who have nowhere to go to be grateful, but in fact, few people noticed that these businessmen often have a beautiful daughter or wife.

Of course, even if they did notice it, few people would care about it. Those businessmen clearly know how to measure the possible benefits of participating in the embassy dance that brings together celebrities and rich people from all walks of life and the risks that their wives and daughters may face. ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Beckland's eyes swept across the beauties, his eyes suddenly stuck there like a 386 processor running a 3a masterpiece, and at the end of his line of sight, a woman dressed in The girl in the black evening dress is hovering gracefully at the corner of the dance floor, as if waiting for a gentleman who is willing to invite her to dance.

She has smooth and flowing black long hair, her slightly round face gives her a lovely and green temperament, a pair of eyes with curiosity and anticipation seem to be glowing with stars, and her perfect body curve even he, who has read countless women, feels the body Some fever.

Beckland walked up almost without hesitation, and started chatting with each other familiarly. With his eyesight, it was natural to see that this little girl didn't appreciate his humor very much, but it didn't matter, she mentioned her family's humour in Wei Wei. After the business and her status as an ambassador, the young girl, with only two tears, agreed to go to the room with him to taste the 1286 Ormere wine.

In fact, if the past were changed, Beckland would not have used such rude means. In contrast, removing their conservativeness little by little would be a more fulfilling approach, but it is very believable that he has no time to slow down. Take off this young girl's conservative dress.

But forcibly tearing it off, is it not an experience?

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