Chapter 236 Dislocation

Li Ang took out the pony puppet and asked E Wunian to identify whether it matches the one in his memory,

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

"Every time an abnormal organ is encountered, it will trigger a memory about the mansion's past."

Li Ang glanced at E Wu Nian, and said: "The text on the pulley block proves one thing - even if E Wu Nian is completely dead, we will not be unable to get information.

It is still possible to connect the clues to Roanoke Island through that line of English. "

E Wunian felt a chill inexplicably, thought of something, and asked the other three people: "By the way, where is Dongfeng Po? Didn't you find him?"

"No."

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

They kept making noises in the middle, but they didn't get a response from Dong Fengpo, nor did they find any traces of him, and finally found the utility room. "

"..."

Evil was silent for a while.

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

Dongfengpo, who was in a missing state, has not responded, and the system notification tone has not sounded...

Not optimistic.

"Let's go."

The mason shook his head and said indifferently: "Hurry up, we should continue to search the house."

Regardless of whether Dong Feng Po is dead or alive now, it is always right to search the mansion quickly and find abnormal organs.

The four players leave the utility room and continue down the hallway.

This corridor is located on the basement floor, running across the left and right ends of the mansion. The walls are made of solid blue bricks and stones. It is spacious, straight, and bright—from this point, it is enough to see that the financial situation of the builder of the mansion was quite good.

They entered the servant's bedroom and other rooms to search, but found no clues. As time went by, the possibility of Dong Feng's survival continued to decrease.

The last room in the corridor was a wine cellar with a low arched stone door. The shelves inside were filled with dusty wine bottles, and there were some oak barrels stacked in the corner.

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

"This is the last room in the mansion."

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

"Do you want to go back and search?" E 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 moved the oak barrels stacked in the corner, squatted down, and stared at a large square wall brick with a lighter color in the corner.

He chiseled into the gap between the wall bricks with a paper knife, gently pried away the bricks and stones, and dismantled them, revealing a dark and secret passageway that was as tall as a person, winding downwards.

"Is it here?"

The stonemason held a flashlight and looked inside. There was no strange smell in the air, and his detection skills did not show any signs of poisoning on his body.

"The air inside is moving."

The mason listened intently for a while, then glanced at the wires attached to the stone wall of the dense tunnel, turned his head and said to his teammates: "There are traces of wires here, and it probably leads to the generator room or something.

Do you want to go down? "

It is a strange thing to have a power supply in a quiet and uninhabited mansion. Even if the players have not discovered this secret passage, they can still find it through the wire guide.

In other words, this secret passage is probably the path leading to other strange organs.

Going down is definitely going to go down,

The stonemason and E Wunian walked in the front, the forest cat who held a camera and took a photo every once in a while followed behind, and Li Ang walked in the back.

With his stone arm in his hand, he tapped regularly on the stone wall, listening for the echo.

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

Here is another stone structure corridor in a confined space, without any lights, extending a considerable distance forward in the darkness.

"Ho-ho-"

The sound of difficult breathing sounded from a room in front of the corridor, and it sounded like the sound of inhalation after the airway was cut. The room was close to the winding staircase, and a hole was artificially dug in the outer wall, through which countless wires passed through densely, extending to the inside of the room.

'This is the generator room. '

The mason thought to himself, instead of rushing forward, he turned his head and looked at his companion, motioning the forest cat to take a photo of the room.

Although the forest cat didn't explain the specific special effects of [Divination Polaroid], but the players present were all human beings, and just by looking at her performance, they roughly guessed that this might be a functional prop for predicting and investigating.

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, and the photo is completely dark, and there is no brilliance at all.

'what's the situation? Could it be that a black man would just stand here and block the camera lens ten minutes later? '

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

The newly developed photos are still pitch black.

The forest cat frowned, put away the camera with a gloomy expression, and shook its head at the mason.

The latter silently picked up the paper cutter, gestured to his teammates, and climbed up the outer wall of the room with ease, and looked inward along the hole where the wires passed through.

In the not-so-spacious room, there were indeed several simple and rough large diesel generators, but the most striking thing was a wooden table in the middle of the room.

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

"Ho-ho-"

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

Almost at the moment when the mason found the old woman's head and his pupils contracted suddenly,

The dried pineapple-like head seemed to be aware of the prying eyes of the mason, and suddenly opened his dry eyes, and a majestic invisible energy rose around him.

Ripples set off in the air, and the invisible and qualityless energy condensed into sharp spears, piercing through the solid and thick wall, hitting the mason lying on the wall.

boom--

The mason rolled and flew out, smashing his whole body against the wall of the corridor. The left arm that served as a buffer was abnormally twisted and skewed. The forearm and upper arm were at a reverse ninety-degree angle, pointing straight to the ground.

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

The mason fell to the ground and shouted loudly. Regardless of the pain, he stretched out his right hand to hold the wrist of his left arm, and snapped it hard. He only heard a "click", and abruptly snapped back the dislocated and twisted left arm.