Gamers Are Fierce

Li Ang took out the pony puppets and let Evil Wunian discern whether it matches with what he remembered.

After getting the affirmative answer, he talked to other teammates again, he also found the English text of Croatoan in the pulley block.

"Every time you encounter an abnormal organ, it triggers a memory of the mansion's past."

Li Ang glanced at Ewunian and said: "The text on the pulley proves one thing-even if Ewunian is completely dead, we will not lose information.

You can still connect the clues to Roanoke Island through that line of English. "

Yin Wunian shuddered inexplicably. After thinking of something, he asked the other three people: "By the way, what about Dong Fengpo? Didn't you find him?"

"No."

The mason shook his head, "After we each completed a mission and joined together, we have searched most of the mansion.

He kept making noises midway, and didn't get a response from Dong Fengpo, nor did he find any clues to his trail, and finally found this utility room. "

"..."

Ewunian was silent for a moment.

He struggled to survive in this cargo well for so long, and finally managed to survive with the help of his teammates.

The missing Dongfengpo has never responded, and the system prompt did not sound...

Not optimistic.

"Let's go."

The stonemason shook his head and said indifferently: "Hurry up, we should continue searching the house."

Whether Dongfengpo is dead or alive now, it is always right to search the mansion and find abnormal organs quickly.

The four players left the utility room and continued along the corridor.

This corridor is located on the basement floor and runs through the left and right ends of the mansion. The walls are made of cyan solid bricks. They are spacious, straight and bright. From this point, it is enough to show that the financial situation of the original mansion builders was quite good.

Everyone entered the servant's bedroom and other rooms to search, but did not find any clues. As time passed, the possibility of Dongfeng's surviving continued to decrease.

The last room in the corridor is a wine cellar with arched low stone doors. The shelves inside are filled with dusty wine bottles, and some oak barrels are stacked in the corner.

The forest cat took a picture of the wine cellar as before, and still found nothing.

"This is the last house in the mansion."

The forest cat frowned and said, "Where are Dongfengpo and those special organs?"

"Do you want to go back and search?" Ein Wunian asked, "Search again from the living room on the first floor?"

"Wait, I found it."

The stonemason who was groping around the corner shouted back. He removed the oak barrels stacked in the corner, squatted down, and stared at a large piece of lighter square wall tiles in the corner.

He used a paper cutter to dig into the gap between the wall tiles, gently pry open a piece of brick, and disassemble it, revealing a dark and secret ring that is tall and winding downwards.

"Is it here?"

The mason held a flashlight and looked inside. There was no strange smell in the air, and his detection skills showed no signs of poisoning.

"The air inside is flowing."

The mason listened for a while, then glanced at the wires attached to the dense stone wall, turned his head and said to his teammates: "There are traces of wires here. It is estimated that they will lead to places like the generator room.

Do you want to go down? "

It is a weird thing to have a power source in a silent mansion. Even if the players did not find this secret passage, they can still find it through the wire guide.

In other words, this secret path is probably a path to other strange organs.

Going down must be going down,

Mason and Ein Wunian walked in the front, the forest cat who took a photo with a camera in his hand followed behind, and Li Ang walked in the back.

He held the stone arm in his hand, tapping regularly on the stone wall, listening to the echo.

Along the winding stairs, the four players walked a distance down and reached a solid ground.

Here is another stone structure corridor in a confined space, without any light, extending a long distance forward in the dark.

"Ho—Ho—"

The sound of hard breathing sounded in a room in front of the corridor, and it sounded like the sound of inhalation after the airway was cut. The room was near a winding staircase, and a hole was artificially dug in the outer wall, through which countless wires densely passed through it and extended into the room.

‘This is the generator room. ’

The stonemason secretly said in his heart, he did not rush forward, but first turned his head to look at his companion, and motioned for the forest cat to take a picture of the room.

Although the forest cat did not explain the specific special effects of [Divination Polaroid], the players present were all human beings. Just by looking at her performance, it was roughly guessed that this might be a functional item that predicts the detection type.

The forest cat didn't talk nonsense, picked up the camera and took a picture of the room.

This is the first time [Divination Polaroid] has taken effect. I saw that the photo was completely dark, and there was no brilliance at all.

'what's the situation? Could there be a black man standing here blocking the camera lens ten minutes later? ’

The forest cat didn't believe in evil. After the divination polaroid special effects were buffered, he changed the angle and took another photo towards the house and corridor.

The newly washed photos are still dark.

The forest cat frowned, put away the camera gloomily, and shook his head at the stonemason.

The latter silently picked up the paper-cutting knife, gestured to the teammates, and climbed the outer wall of the room lightly by himself, looking inward along the hole in the wall where the wires passed.

In the room that is not too spacious, there are indeed several large and crude diesel generators, but the most striking thing is a wooden table in the middle of the room.

On that wooden table, there was a shriveled and withered head of an elderly woman like a gray-black dried pineapple.

"Ho—Ho—"

The head was struggling to breathe like a broken bellows. However, because she had no torso, she could only keep opening and closing her mouth, inhaling in vain, and then pumping air out of the trachea in the cross section of the neck.

Almost at the moment when the stonemason discovered the old woman’s head and her pupils suddenly contracted,

The air-dried pineapple-like head seemed to perceive the sight of the stonemason's prying eyes, suddenly opened his shriveled eyes, and majestic and surging invisible energy rose up around it.

The air set off ripples, and the invisible and intangible energy condensed into a sharp spear, directly piercing the solid and heavy wall, and directly hitting the mason lying on the wall.

boom--

The mason rolled and flew out, and the whole person smashed against the wall of the corridor. The left arm that acted as a buffer was twisted and skewed abnormally. The forearm and the upper arm were at a 90-degree reverse angle, and they fell straight to the ground.

"Be careful, she will read motivation..."

The mason fell to the ground and shouted loudly. At the same time, despite the pain, he stretched out his right hand to hold his left arm and wrist, and smashed it fiercely. He only heard a "click" and he broke the dislocated and twisted left arm back.