Chapter 351 Lively Underground (Asking for a Monthly Pass at the Beginning of the Month)
The calcium carbide lamp shot forward with a yellowish light dyed with a hint of blue, illuminating the tunnel separated by stone pillars.
Lumian walked slowly, carrying a black canvas bag that had become popular among college students in the past two or three years, containing "torture" gloves and a bunch of white candles.
After many experiments, putting it in a bag like this, carrying it on your body, has less negative impact than carrying it in your pocket or trouser pocket.
Following Gardner. When the route on Martin's map was about to enter the underground observatory area, Lumian suddenly turned his ears to listen to the movement of the fork in the road.
A large number of chaotic footsteps came faintly.
Lumian glanced at the road in front and on the right, not sure which one the group of unidentified people would choose, so he simply climbed to the top of a stone pillar supporting the top of the tunnel, extinguished the calcium carbide lamp, and shrank into the darkness.
Not long after, a group of men approached here.
Most of them were either wearing tattered jackets or shirtless, all hunched over, carrying heavy crates, and a dozen well-dressed strong men with fierce faces holding different firearms and carrying calcium carbide lamps, evenly distributed in the front, middle and back of the team.
Smuggler...... Lumian poked his head slightly, and with the help of the other party's light, he observed the crates, which seemed to have a metallic luster shining through.
Arms, or something else? He muttered silently as he watched the smuggling caravan enter the tunnel on the right.
On the way forward, perhaps a certain shadow shook too much like a real person, and a smuggler raised his gun directly, aimed there, and pulled the trigger.
While the sound of the bang echoed, the alarm was lifted, and the team continued to move forward.
Lumian shook his head when he saw it, feeling that these guys were too tense and reacted a little too much.
In the underground trier, it is easy to go wrong!
You know, except for wandering college students and citizens who find places to grow mushrooms to subsidize their livelihoods, most of the humans haunting the underground are not simple, and the probability of extraordinary people is much higher than that of the ground.
Thinking of this, Lumian pulled out his revolver and pulled the trigger towards the smuggling caravan that was about to disappear at the end of the tunnel on the right.
He didn't target anyone, just the air.
Bang! The smugglers with guns either quickly turned around or rolled to the side, while raining bullets at the intersection just now.
But this had nothing to do with Lumian who was about to touch the top of the rock wall.
After the smugglers competed with the air for a while, they shifted their positions vigilantly, doubtfully and panicked.
Lumian looked at their backs and smiled.
No thanks, it's a free education!
He immediately jumped to the ground and rekindled the calcium carbide lamp.
Sniffing the air that still smelled of gunpowder, Lumian smiled and inserted his revolver and moved forward along the established route.
Two or three minutes later, he encountered several quarry police officers in dark uniforms, armed with semi-automatic pistols.
Looking at Lumian, who had a young face, a cross-body satchel, and a shirt and a vest, the police officer at the head cursed in a low voice:
"It's raised by a bitch, why are you a college student again!"
After scolding, he exhaled and asked loudly:
"Did you hear any movement just now?"
"There seems to be a gunfight over there, bang bang, I want to go over and take a look but I don't dare." Lumian didn't hide anything from the smuggling caravan.
Several quarry policemen looked at each other and quickly crossed Lumian and ran towards the intersection.
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In the "Conversation Room".
Seeing the skeleton host wearing an iron mask walking out, the man dressed as a wizard looked at Franka and Janna and said:
"What did you find? I said that the janitor or his body must be found to receive the payment."
Jane said calmly:
"We haven't thought about getting paid yet, we just think it's more complicated than you described.
"One night before, we dived into the Deep Valley Quarry......"
After hearing the term "deep valley quarry", the man's head, whose face was covered by the shadow of the hood, raised slightly.
This subtle body language did not escape Franca's scrutinizing gaze.
She specifically consulted Anthony. Red's, knowing what subconscious reactions normal humans would have in this situation.
The other party's actions just now showed that he was very sensitive to the word "deep valley quarry"!
And only those who know that there is a problem there will have a similar reaction.
Jane went on to talk about her and Franka's discoveries, including the monk with mechanical prosthetic eyes and the secret cave with arms and thighs embedded in them.
The man dressed as a wizard no longer had any unnecessary body movements, but for Franka, it proved that the other party understood the anomaly in the Deep Valley Quarry.
After listening to Jian Na's story, the man deliberately said in a sharp voice:
"I'm not sure if that has anything to do with the janitor's disappearance, but if you can enter that secret cave, take a few photos, or bring out important and valuable items, I'm willing to pay you half of the reward, and maybe you can still find clues about the janitor's whereabouts inside."
Do you think we are stupid? Only 10,000 Felkin wants us to take risks? Franka muttered silently.
If it weren't for the occult meeting convened by her friends, she would have tried to track down the client, find out his true identity, extract more detailed information from him, and sell Jane to the "purifier".
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"Stop!
"Ahead is the Empire of Death!"
Lumian once again came to the natural arch carved with various white bones and sunflowers and steam symbols.
Before he could take out the pocket watch he borrowed from the Breeze Ballroom to confirm the time, he saw "Hela" walking from the other side wearing a widow-like mysterious black robe and dry and parted blonde hair.
The lady nodded gently and said:
"Since you've arrived, let's go in early."
"Okay." Lumian opened his satchel and took out two white candles.
He lit them and gave one to "Hela" while smiling:
"Aren't you worried that the information I got about the 'Samaritan Woman's Spring' is wrong?"
"Success is made up of failures again and again." "Hela" replied in a cold voice.
Lumian immediately laughed:
"I thought you would say that failure is a successful mother."
"This is not a research society." "Hella" responded simply.
Lumian stopped chatting, extinguished the calcium carbide lamp, held a white candle that had lit orange flames, and walked towards the boulder arch.
As he expected, a figure turned out from the darkness behind the door.
The figure was wearing a blue vest and yellow trousers, with gray hair, few wrinkles, and pale yellow eyes that were already cloudy, and he was an old man.
The old man glanced at the white candle in Lumian's hand, frowned and asked:
"Didn't you find a guide?"
You...... Not you? Lumian glanced at "Hela" out of the corner of his eye and found that the candlelight around her had dimmed at some point, as if it had been eroded by the darkness of the ground or shrouded in thick fog.
In this state, she seemed to have disappeared from the eyes of the tomb keeper in charge of guarding the gate.
Lumian smiled at the old man:
"I don't need a guide, I've been to the tomb many times, but I'm more used to walking through the entrance of the memorial parish.
"Don't worry, I remember all taboos and will not deliberately violate them."
The old man said angrily:
"You college students! Remember, come out before your candle burns out!"
As he spoke, he got out of the way and turned back to the darkness behind the door.
When Lumian passed through the boulder door hole and entered the "Empire of Death", he turned his head sideways to look at the elderly tomb keeper and asked curiously, relying on the presence of "Hela" as a companion this time.
"Why don't you hold a lit white candle?"
The tomb manager's slightly cloudy yellow eyes suddenly darkened, and his whole body revealed a cold meaning.
He replied in a low voice:
"I was just at the door, not deep."
Really? Lumian, who had entered the catacombs, rationally gave up asking questions, and focused on feeling the cold bursting out of his heart and the gaze cast from the surrounding darkness.
He felt that the current state of the tomb keeper was a bit similar to the temperament of "Hela".
Under the gaze of the corpses placed in the stone wall pit and the bones piled up on both sides of the road, Lumian walked in the air filled with a slight smell of decay, and passed through the "Chapel Tomb" and "Memorial Pillar Tomb" with "Hela".
"Which floor are we going to?" After passing a group of tourists, "Hela" asked coldly.
"Fourth layer." Lumian raised the white candle in his hand and pointed to the street sign next to the tomb in front of him, without hiding anything.
"Hela" nodded again, quickened his pace, and walked in front of Lumian.
She seemed to know the first level of the catacombs very well, and found the stairs leading to the second level after turning around.
Compared with the upper floor, there are very few tourists here, and only occasionally you can meet a few college students holding candles and singing and dancing under the "onlookers" of corpses to exercise their courage.
The speed of "Hela" did not slow down at all, and it didn't take long for Lumian to see a broken stone door.
With the yellowish light of the candle, he read the words of Intes on the stone door:
"Entrance to the Old Ossuary".
"From here down is the third floor, the entrance is the altar of the sun and steam, go all the way to the 'Pillar of Christmona', and you can enter the fourth level." "Hela" said coldly.
"Do you have a complete map of the catacombs?" Lumian couldn't help but ask.
There are often only the first layers in circulation on the market.
"Hela" shook her head:
"The further you go down, the less you understand, from the third level, you must look at the street signs and the black lines on the top of the cave."
Lumian didn't say anything more, and walked through the entrance of the old ossuary with "Hela" and went down the wide stone steps with a sense of history.
As soon as the two arrived at the third floor of the tomb, they saw a candlelight and saw two sacrificial pillars made of mottled boulders.
The candle belonged to a young man with black hair and brown eyes and a pale face.
After he found Lumian and "Hela", it was like grabbing a life-saving straw and rushed over.
He shouted as he ran:
"Me, a few of my friends are gone! Just disappeared!"
ps: Ask for a monthly pass at the beginning of the month~
(End of this chapter)