"What is the conspiracy?" At this time, Huifeng had gone online again. The increasingly urgent situation made his tone unconsciously bring a hint of anxiety.【】
The discussion reached a deadlock again, and it was clear that there was no answer to this question.
Even after exploring the entire island the next day, I still had no clue.
Night fell again, and everyone returned to the monastery again.
"Do you guys have any thoughts?" Hui Feng asked, pointing to the topographic map of the island on the ground.
This topographic map is the result of their whole day today, and almost all the unique things on the island have been recorded on it.
Seeing no one responded, he urged again: "Any idea is fine!"
Sherlock actually understood the other party's mood. Although he was not sure, he still expressed his thoughts: "I think the key is that in this monastery, the faint smell of sea in the room has never been there.
Disperse."
"But I've also seen it with the Eye of Mystery. There is indeed no magic barrier or teleportation circle here." Lose immediately retorted.
"We almost searched this monastery for secret doors and the like, but we couldn't find any."
“Just because it’s not found, doesn’t mean it’s not there.【】”
Sherlock's words caused everyone to fall into silence again. This is the truth, but the actual situation is that they are really helpless now.
"Maybe I have a way!"
In the silence, Liya's unconfident voice immediately attracted everyone's attention.
After seeing everyone's expectant eyes, she said slowly: "If it is a secret door, I have a special detection technique that may be able to find it."
"Really!" Hui Feng couldn't hide his excitement and said excitedly: "Can you try it now?"
Even though he has been a professional player for many years, when faced with a plot as high as the Voter Mission, he still inevitably feels worried about gains and losses.
"Yes, yes." After saying this, the halfling suddenly became nervous. After hesitating for a while, he said with an embarrassed look: "As you know, we can't help without asking for anything in return, so..."
You are referring to players, and we are naturally referring to NPCs.
Indeed, due to the limitations of the system, no matter how good the relationship between the player and the NPC is, the NPC cannot provide help to the player without a legitimate reason, or if it is just an excuse that can be passed on.
Hui Feng is a man who is well versed in human relationships and system settings, and he immediately understood the meaning behind his words: "What do you want?"
"As long as you understand, just tell me the price. I can just ask for something, but I haven't thought of what I want now. I'll wait until this adventure is over."
Liya's words always sounded a bit strange to Sherlock, but when he thought about it, he couldn't remember what the blame was. Seeing that the tasks between the two of them had been handed over, he didn't think about it any more.
The halfling asked everyone to stay away from each other a little while he walked to the center of the room and carefully took out a crystal ball.
As she muttered something, a faint light flickered from the surface of the crystal ball.
After a while, when the dim light faded, she opened her eyes again, walked over with a face of joy, and told everyone about the information she had found.
The key lies in the murals all over the wall. Among the hundreds of couples of men and women, one of them is slightly different from the others. As long as its composition can be changed, the secret passage hidden here can be opened.
"Is it different?" Sherlock pondered, and his attention spread to the entire wall.
This is actually a game of finding differences. With his strong powers of observation, he quickly found the only difference in the entire mural.
No matter what their faces or postures are, the other men and women on the mural only have the demeanor of being lost in the madness of pleasure.
The only difference is that although the couple is also having sex, they seem to be really enjoying it. In addition to pleasure, there is obviously also interest and love conveyed in it.
"Loss, what kind of love is this? It's so crazy. Why don't I see it at all? Is it as mysterious as you said?"
What the pretty boy said was probably what the other people wanted to say. Everyone could see the difference, but the specific differences were definitely not as clear-cut as what the other party said.
"Looking at you losers, I guess you don't understand the artistic skills expressed in this mural." Lose walked to the wall with a proud look on his face and started tinkering on his own.
Changing the composition of this small pattern sounds simple, but in practice it is dozens of times more difficult than people imagine.
Because these walls are indestructible and cannot even leave marks on them, you cannot directly modify the existing patterns.
You can only adjust the concave and convex degree of the wall and the arrangement of the texture, thereby affecting the refraction of light and achieving the effect of changing the composition.
Ten minutes later, when the light gradually changed and all the patterns became consistent, the whole room began to vibrate.
A stone door on the ground slowly opened, revealing a stone staircase.
"How did you do it?" Liya asked in disbelief. She knew the difficulty of this mechanism better than anyone else.
"It's funny, when I learned photography, this was just an entry-level ability."
Ross's words were quite modest, but his expression was a bit unbeatable, so the other four people ignored him and studied the stone steps.
Just as Sherlock had guessed before, this staircase is probably connected to the bottom of the sea. Just when he poked his head in, a fresh smell of sea water hit his face.
After studying for a while and finding that there was no danger, everyone left one after another.
Several hundred feet of stairs were covered with mold and seaweed, ending in a large room with a natural stone ceiling.
There was a foot of black water covered with seaweed on the floor of the room, making it impossible to see what was underneath.
"Buzz buzz..."
Hearing the voice coming from the darkness above his head, Sherlock immediately found the creature corresponding to it in his mind. It was the terrifying creature that had chased him all the way in the Supreme Forest.
"It's a mosquito. The pretty boy is in front of me, and the group spells are activated."
Two dazzling firelights flashed, not only illuminating everyone's sight, but also attracting the flying monsters.
You can tell from the sulfur smell emanating from their bodies that this is another creature transformed by the breath of purgatory.
The mosquito bat, a small creature, did not have much tenacity even if it was equipped with the purgatory template. It was just two blazing roars without the dragon power bonus, and they fell from the sky one after another.
