Song Xi tries to write down every clue in Murphy's mouth, and every scenery he describes on the island may become the location information she provides to Ling Yichen.
As long as she finds the chance, she will find a way to reveal her position to Ling Yichen so that he can help her.
"It's not early either. I've arranged a room for you and have a good rest." Murphy did not embarrass her, but he seemed very gentlemanly.
Obviously, he didn't want to make too many bad impressions in her mind.
Song Xi didn't speak. He got up to have a rest.
"Ah Ling, take Miss Song to have a rest."
Murphy sat on the sofa and ordered a short haired servant to be there not far away.
"Yes, young master."
The servant named a Ling takes Song Xi to a master bedroom on the second floor. The bedroom is dressed up as a dream princess room, warm and comfortable.
"Miss Song, all your daily necessities are ready, and your clothes are in the wardrobe. If you need anything else, please give me orders."
"Wait a minute."
Song Xi closes the door and leaves a Ling in the room.
"Miss Song, what can I do for you?"
"How much will Murphy pay you for a month's absence?"
"Ah?" A Ling didn't expect that Song Xi would suddenly ask this.
"Or how much a day?" Song Xi immediately changed a question.
"I have no reward. I was bought from the slave market by the young master. I have never been out on this island since I was 18 years old. If Miss Song wants to buy me, it's unnecessary. Money has no temptation for me. The young master gave me a second life. I will work for him even if I die."
I thought the servant didn't understand. Unexpectedly, she immediately understood Song Xi's intention and blocked his way.
"Well, you go out."
Song Xi doesn't want to be boring anymore.
This kind of girl has no idea about money. She will only be loyal to the man who gave her a second life. It is impossible for her to buy her.
"OK, Miss Song, have a good rest. You can call me directly if you have an order. "
The door closed and Song Xi stayed alone in the room.
She searched around the room to see if there was any communication equipment.
But the room doesn't even have a network port, let alone a mobile phone or computer to let her contact with the outside world.
This Murphy is really not simple. She is very strict. She can hardly find a breakthrough.
Murphy, sitting on the sofa downstairs, leans lazily on the sofa and holds a glass of red wine in his hand. The red wine in the cup keeps flickering in his hand. His eyes are bewildered and stare at the monitoring content that is playing on a tablet on the tea table.
The room is also equipped with a pinhole camera, which can monitor Song Xi's every move.
Just now, Song Xi's attempt to bribe ah Ling was also in his eyes.
After a Ling went downstairs, she went to Murphy and left. She reported the conversation with Song Xi in the room, exactly the same as the monitoring content he saw.
"Well, I see. Go down."
"Yes, young master."
A Ling turned and stepped back to the door. The doorbell rang.
A Ling took a quick look and opened the door for the visitor.
At the door stood a tall bodyguard and a green woman behind him.
"Is the young master inside?"
"Good evening, Mr. Wu. Where is the young master? Have you brought some fresh women?"
Ah Ling didn't seem to be surprised by this, because it was a frequent occurrence in the villa in recent years.
"Yes, go down."
"Well, you go in."
After greeting each other, a Ling gave them a way.
Wute helped lead the trained woman to Murphy.
"Young master, I've got the woman you want regularly."
Murphy turned away and glanced at the woman behind wute's help. She had a beautiful face and a graceful figure. She was wearing a white suspender dress. She was shaking all over, as if she was nervous.
"What are you doing? Go and serve the young master." Wute gave a stern command.
The woman behind nodded timidly, "yes."
Then she went to Murphy and sat down beside him, reaching for his coat.
Green and white fingers just touched Murphy's collar, and he kicked them in the past.
"Ah..."
The woman fell on the ground in a panic, screamed, covering her stomach and being hard to get up.
Wute's eyes widened in surprise.
Although the young master's temper is eccentric, he seldom has such a big opinion on the woman he has chosen.
"It's useless. Get out of here, young master. I'm sorry that you didn't choose enough today. I'll change it right away."Wute helped to bow and apologize.
The woman got up awkwardly from the ground, arranged her skirt and hid behind wute's help.
"Am I a ghost? It's so terrible. It's shaking like this when you take off my clothes? Well? "
Murphy picked up the red wine and splashed it.
Red wine passed over wute's head and splashed directly on the woman's face.
"Get out of here. It's useless."
Wu Tefu 's voice was a little more fierce.
"I'm sorry, master Mo, I'm sorry. It's my fault that makes you unhappy."
"Go away, and disappear before my eyes."
"Young master, would you like another one?"
"No need. Don't bring any more women."
"But young master, your illness..."
"I'm not sick. Get out of here..."
Murphy yelled, smashing the glass in his hand directly on wute's head.
Wute helped to cover the broken head and took the woman away quickly.
Peace returned to the villa.
Song Xi, who is at the entrance of the stairs, looks at all this in detail.
Is Murphy ill? What's wrong with him?
Is his illness related to women?
In order to avoid being discovered by Murphy, Song Xi quickly returned to the house.
Murphy turned to look at the monitoring content of the tablet. After eavesdropping, a woman was quickly running back to the room, thinking that he didn't know anything.
He took up the flat, his long fingers gently stroked Song Xi on the screen, and his mouth slightly raised a bitter smile, "one day, I can have yours, I can, but not now."
Song Xi has been thinking about this problem since he came back to the room, but he still can't understand it.
Murphy Li looks young, vigorous and doesn't look like a sick person at all. What's the disease mentioned by the man just now? Can this be the weakness of Murphy Li and let her get away?
I took a piece of clothes from the closet and prepared to take a bath.
When she came out, she was wearing a set of silk pajamas and a bathrobe, which was tightly wrapped for fear of being seen.
She didn't know if the room was safe. To protect herself, she had to.