Chapter 251: Door No. 3

There was a "crash". Feuerbach and Charles emerged from the water.

The environment here is no different from that in the water just now. It is a spacious corridor with digital iron doors on the right side.

It's just that compared with the water, the houses here are inclined as a whole, which seems to be caused by the sinking of the island.

Charles noticed something different from other floors. Diagonally opposite him, where the digital door should have been, a lounge was built.

He was sure that it was the lounge. Although the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with dust, he could still recognize the coffee machine and the self-service drink machine, plus the row of sofas next to it, everything was self-evident.

Feuerbach next to him sniffed at the air. "Captain, you can breathe here."

As soon as Charles opened the hood, a strong musty smell rushed into his nostrils. This kind of smell is really hard to say how good it is. It feels like this place has been sealed for hundreds of years.

Charles rubbed his nose and walked towards the rest room.

When he came inside, he saw more special details. There were five disposable cups on the sofa wooden table, with a thick layer of black dirt inside.

Next to the cups lay three large, dusty books on the sofa.

It can be seen that there used to be five sitting here chatting casually. But at that moment, they disappeared at the same time, leaving only five coffee cups to prove their existence.

"Could it be related to that disaster again?" Charles secretly guessed in his heart.

He had been on this sunken island for a while, and he didn't see any other corpses in the city except for the one next to the strange fish.

This is undoubtedly very confusing, even if the meat is eaten by other things, the bones should be left behind.

Charles picked up the big book on the sofa while thinking.

Just when he wanted to see what kind of books these foundation members were reading, he realized that he was wrong, it was not a book, it was a thick black tablet, but under the cover of dust, he mistakenly thought It's just a book.

"Wait! Isn't this the doctor's thing!?" Charles looked in surprise. The thing in the hand is exactly the same as the doctor's thing, but it is updated and more complete.

"Here are three tablets. If I take them back, maybe the doctor can fix his ancestor's tablet."

Looking around, Charles took the plastic bag next to the disposable cup and quickly put the three tablets in it.

Just when Charles stuffed it into his leather jacket, he felt a little difficult. His leather jacket couldn't hold such a big thing at all, and it would be crushed if he stuffed it so hard.

After looking around, he immediately had an idea. He walked to the mouth of the seawater cave and pulled up a red shark swimming below.

Just as it opened its mouth to bite, Charles directly stepped on the shark's lower jaw with his foot, and just forced the thing into its stomach.

Of course the shark wouldn't cooperate, struggling desperately, its sharp teeth rubbed against Charles' prosthetic limb constantly, sparking sparks.

Fortunately, the hand he used to stuff things was a steel prosthesis. If it was made of flesh and blood, it would definitely be bitten to pieces by sharks.

After it was fully inserted, Charles let go of the shark. The shark opened its triple sharp teeth, bit hard in Charles' direction, and rolled into the sea.

Regardless of whether the other party listened or moved, Charles said to the shark that swallowed the tablet: "Hold up for a while, and I will help you take it out at sea."

While comforting the shark, Charles felt a little strange. Feuerbach cherished his shark so much, why didn't this guy move when I handled it like this?

When Charles turned around, he found that Feuerbach could no longer be seen.

Charles didn't panic at all. He stepped on the wall with one foot, stepped on the wall with his boots, quickly walked to the roof, took out the revolver in his hand, and hung it upside down on the ceiling.

"Second officer! Where are you?" Charles' voice echoed in the corridor.

"Captain, I'm here! Come and see, room No. 7 is here, and I've found door No. 7." Feuerbach's voice came from far away.

Charles was unmoved, "You come back first, two of your sharks suddenly died."

"What!!" Feuerbach rushed back from the darkness in the distance with an anxious expression on his face.

But when he rushed to the surface, he found that his shark was still fine.

"Click" a gun barrel pointed directly at the back of his head.

Charles' voice came from behind him coldly. "What were you doing when we first met alone?"

"Captain, what's wrong with you? I was scraping the barnacles for the turtle." Feuerbach replied.

Hearing the correct answer, Charles breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a low voice: "This place is dangerous, it's okay to be run around."

Feuerbach didn't care, and said with a trace of excitement on his face: "Captain, come with me quickly, I found gate 7, it's right in front."

Charles followed quickly. Saw the so-called gate 7.

Surprisingly, the door didn't seem to be locked, it was just ajar, as if the door could be opened with a light pull.

"Are you on?"

"No, I was stopped by you when I was about to open the door."

Looking at the huge 7 on the door, Charles reached out and touched the door.

But when he was about to open it, his hand stopped suddenly. Charles felt something strange, and he raised his head and slowly looked over the door.

At the top five of this door, there is a faint red light flickering slightly, it seems to be the scarlet eyes of the man-eating Cyclops.

With a very ugly face, Charles raised his prosthetic leg and clenched a fist with one hand, and slammed the door heavily.

"This is not door seven! This is door three, we let it out, and now this thing has us!"

"How come..." Feuerbach took half a step back with a surprised face.

Charles looked at the red bright spot coldly, "Don't pretend, I've already spotted you."

The bright spots slowly disappeared, and the number on the door in front of him had quietly changed to door 15 at some point.

Frowning, Charles took a few steps back and looked at the doors around him. One of them must be door 7, but door 3 is staring at him, interfering with his judgment.

Through the two fights just now, Charles also has a partial understanding of Gate 3.

This thing doesn't seem to be able to attack, it can only do everything possible to replace it with other doors to induce others to open it.

And it seems to have a certain disorienting effect, and a certain judgment.

"It knew that I was looking for door No. 7, so it used door No. 7 to lure me to open it."