The sound of cars passing outside, as well as the room next door, the bed hitting the wall and the partially inflated exaggerated moans - the sounds were clearly heard.

Tang Luo lowered his head and glanced at him. He still had a consecrated magical suit, and there was no change.

In his own eyes, he is still himself.

But in the eyes of others—

Walking to the mirror beside him, Tang Luo looked at the person in the mirror.

That's not him, he is a man with messy hair and a beard that has not been shaved for several days. He looks very decadent, and he is likely to be in his thirties to his early forties.

His height is about the same as that of Tang Luo.

The facial features have a deep outline. A typical Western face, if you pick it up, you should be considered a handsome uncle.

There is no doubt that Tang Luo replaced someone's existence, and his appearance did not change in the eyes of others casually.

Two steps back, Tang Luo saw through the mirror that the decadent uncle inside was wearing a black suit and a white shirt inside. It was not a grand formal attire, but it was not casual.

He touched his face, but did not touch the beard he should have. He was just very high-end and could not wear a "disguised way" to reveal his makeup.

"Dog, come here."

Tang Luo waved to the Xiaotian Dog on the bed.

The Xiaotian Dog jumped out of bed and climbed up wearing Tang Luo's feet, moving quickly and quickly.

It is no longer the poverty-stricken state at the beginning, and it can be considered a qualified predator when put in the wild.

"It's changed too." Tang Luo looked at the thundering dog crawling to his shoulders.

In the mirror, it is not the image of a black-footed kitten, but a puppy.

It's bigger than the original black-footed cat, but not much bigger.

Xiaotian Dog stared blankly at the "self" in the mirror and began to "boom" a few times.

Then, he raised a "wolf howl" to the sky.

The shaking dog will never be a slave!

"Don't make a noise." Tang Luo knocked Xiaotian Dog's head without hesitation.

How could a good dog become a "two ha"?

Yes, the breed of dog in the mirror is one of the three famous sledge fools, Husky, and fortunately it is Xiao Ha, not an adult big ha, otherwise he would not be able to take it out.

"A man, a dog, am I a legend?" Tang Luo said in his heart.

"Forget it, it shouldn't be a zombie world."

The screams next door prove that there are no zombies in this world. It can’t be the end of the world, how many times should I send it?

Tang Luo searched in the room and soon found a wallet and opened it. It contained some money and documents.

The certificate is the driver's license, with the name on it - Todd Selas, 42 years old.

In addition, Tang Luo also found a pistol, but there were no bullets inside, so he could only be used to scare people.

"It feels like a modern Western society." Tang Luo said in his heart.

He raised his hand and the revolver that had not appeared in the last mission was slowly appearing in his hand.

The style of this mission world is more consistent with the ominous world.

He clasped it with the buttons inside the sleeves, and the rather wide sleeves covered the ominous side. Tang Luo had a sudden idea and walked to the mirror.

The person in the mirror does not have wide sleeves, so where will the ominousness be?

Tang Luo's right hand shook casually, and the ominous landed in his hand. Todd in the mirror transformed a gun like a magic trick on his hand.

"Is this a little bit of strengthening?" Tang Luo smiled and put the bulli again.

"Let's go, dog, start our legend." Tang Luo said, and the Xiaotian Dog immediately followed.

Open the door and there is a walkway outside that will creak when you step on it.

On the left is the downward staircase.

Tang Luo went downstairs. This place was indeed a dilapidated small hotel. You can live in anything without any money.

A young man with brown hair and looking thin was lying on the counter and slept soundly.

Tang Luo did not wake him up, and left the hotel with the Xiaotian Dog.

The streets outside were crowded and bustling, and you could see the tall buildings.

This is a prosperous city.

I took out the note and looked at it. The countdown on it was activated when Tang Luo stepped out of the room.

Now, the handwriting on it has completely disappeared and turned into an ordinary piece of white paper.

He pinched it into a ball and threw it into the paper ball by Tang Luo into the trash can not far away, and quickly brought the slashing dog into the crowd.

Not long after Tang Luo left.

A hippie-style woman walked into the hotel with a concave figure, wearing thick smoky makeup and chewing gum.

I struck the counter hard—the ringing on it was broken.

The brown-haired man looked up in confusion.

"Look for someone, does he live here?" The hippie woman put a big bill and a photo.

It's no one else in the photo, it's Todd, but compared to the decadent man in the mirror, Todd in the photo doesn't have that long hair.

The beard was also quite clean, but his temperament was as cold and gloomy as ever.

"Oh, 202." The brown-haired young man took the money without hesitation and threw out a key.

As a place that is almost a "black hotel", there are often all kinds of messy people living here, and people often come to them for gang members, debt hiding people, etc.

"If you damage something, you will be compensated three times." The young man also reminded him.

The hippie woman took the key and walked lazily towards the second floor while chewing gum.

The brown-haired young man behind him stared at her buttocks with his eyes, as if he was looking forward to seeing the scenery under his short skirt.

Unfortunately, until they completely disappeared from sight, the brown-haired young man did not get what he wanted.

Just as he left his sight, the hippie woman's originally lazy face disappeared instantly, and she became awesome and cold-tempered.

She took out a delicate silver pistol from her clothes and hit the muffler.

Stepping on the disrepaired floor, there was no sound at all.

When I arrived in Room 202, I opened the door without a key.

The muzzle hit the door, and the hippie woman pulled the trigger directly, as if she pulled out a bottle plug. After several shots, the woman hit her violently and crashed into the room.

As soon as he shortened his body, he rolled on the spot, avoiding the possible sneak attacks and then lifted the gun. His movements were straightforward and cool.

However, the room was empty, and her actions were completely useless.

"Running?" The hippie woman stood up and looked at the empty room.

"Dongdong."

Two knocks came.

The hippie woman turned around and pointed her muzzle at the door.

"It seems I'm late?" A man knocked on the door, pointed at by a gun, without any tension or fear.

The hippie woman didn't speak, but put her gun away and asked, "How many people know he's here?"

The two didn't seem to know each other, but they showed quite clearly the "identity" and purpose of each other.

"I know everything. I sold it after I found his whereabouts. Tsk, it's really profitable." The man said with a smile, "It's going to be lively here soon."

"Mom!" The hippie woman cursed directly.

"Actually, I should be saving you, a little thing." The man said with a smile, "He is the 'death messenger'. When you killed someone, you probably were still playing with mud."

"He's old."

Hippie woman disdained.

"Ha." The man laughed and put on a business card. "My name is Ward. When you need information, you can come to me."

"Why don't you do it, but instead sell intelligence?" asked the hippie woman.

"Because, I think it's more important to make money by living." Ward said with a smile, turning around and leaving, "and I want to do it, but I just haven't met anyone."

The hippie woman put away her business card and left the room as well.

In the park.

Tang Luo sat on the bench, and the Xiaotian dog next to him was fighting against the roast chicken inside the box.

He narrowed his eyes and felt the warm sunshine.

The world is so peaceful, just like a vacation, and this survival task feels very simple.
To be continued...