The Bison girl's tone was even more exaggerated: "If this is true, then I will eat the lever."
Mark laughed.
The distance between the two wrenches is almost two meters. Normal people cannot pull down the two levers at the same time.
People who don't know how to do it can only pull one lever or pull down the levers separately, but not at the same time.
Only people who know the principles of mechanics can come up with a design that pulls down the tie rods at the same time - machine tools are often designed this way. No matter how good the protection facilities are, they can't prevent workers from being lazy or being rude. In order to prevent workers from being unreasonably hit by powerful machine tools
For hand chopping, the best way is to let both hands of the worker have something to do, such as pressing two start buttons that are a certain distance apart with the left and right hands at the same time.
Based on this, Mark decided to take a gamble.
The great craftsman Thiago Mishull will come out to receive guests, but in order to show his wisdom and mechanical attainments, he will invite the guests to pull the lever with him.
Ordinary people coming here alone would definitely not be able to handle it.
Mark has Minnie!
Two spiritual threads shot out, wrapped lightly around the lever, and pulled hard at the same time.
When the lever tilts 45 degrees to the outside, the mechanism starts.
"Kakaka!"
As the sound of the winch rotated came from the underground, a deep passage appeared as the metal wall panel behind the mecha was lowered. On both sides of the passage, incandescent lights lit up, showing a mysterious passage guided by spotlights.
Come.
It's as if this house is not a house, but a set of mechanical equipment, and finally a concealing iron wall is built on top of the machinery as a partition.
Minnie: "..."
Bison: "..."
Mark: "Who said you were going to eat the lever just now? Please start your performance now."
The Bison girl screamed on the spot: "I...I'm just a poor pillow. Can you bear to let the cold iron rod penetrate the girl's weak body?"
Mark has no mercy: "Of course I can't bear it! Doesn't someone claim to be a pillow?"
"Woooooo!" the girl screamed.
Ignoring this episode, Mark focused on the mechanical deformation.
With the tie rod as the center, a metal plate about five meters by five meters supported him and the mecha on the stand, and began to move inward along the passage.
Looking through the gap between the separated metal plates, the telescopic and folding of the steel plate bearings is intricate and complicated. Each object is fixed in the required position after deformation. As the gears and bearings squeak during operation, whether the bearing is
The floor that was supporting him moved forward in an orderly and steady manner, and even the storage and folding of the surrounding floors and walls appeared to be in order.
Mark couldn't help but sigh: "What kind of genius brain can make such a sophisticated mechanical house."
Unexpectedly, a voice suddenly appeared on the booth.
"Genius? Do you praise me as a real genius? Okay! You are indeed my real friend, Thiago. Hahahahaha!" The voice with the electric sound was so stinky that Mark knew it was someone without even looking.
A mechanism hidden in the booth was triggered, and a pre-recorded sound was played from the gramophone.
The worst is yet to come.
Just now, a square hole opened on the ground between the two levers, a mechanical platform rose up, a metal box opened on its own, and a badge suddenly appeared in front of Mark.
"Put it on, my friend! Then you can view most of the masterpieces in my house up close without fear of being attacked by them."
Mark and the three of them: "..."
How narcissistic do you have to be to set the word "genius" as the trigger word for giving guests security badges?
When we got here, no matter what, the Baisen girl was convinced.
No matter how you look at it, this is a real fast passage into the depths of the mansion!
"Click..."
The large iron plate beneath him kept moving, and strange and continuous sounds could be heard.
Mark and the three of them knew very well that they were moving deeper into the mansion. As the increasingly dense evil aura overflowed, they had the illusion that they were slowly stepping into the depths of hell.
Mini spoke: "If it's dangerous... Mark... you can... not go in..."
These words fully demonstrate the contradictions of Miss Doll.
She was eager to repair her body, but she didn't want the man she loved to be in danger. On the other hand, Mark took risks for her, and there was an inexplicable feeling deep in her soul.
No matter what kind of existence a woman becomes, she is always a complex of contradictions!
You asked Mark if he was afraid?
Afraid!
Of course I'm afraid!
However, from the moment he refused to be a little puppy raised by the Destiny family, his road ahead was destined to be full of thorns.
He finally realized it.
He is either being tortured or being tortured.
The dice of fate have been thrown, but there is no way to take them back.
This is an enhanced version of sailing against the current - if you don't move forward, the boat will be destroyed and everyone will die.
What's more, this time, he tested it.
The number the dice gave him was [18]!
Mark brushed the bangs in front of his forehead and smiled smartly: "Mini, I promised you a man's promise, and now is the best opportunity."
Miss Doll said nothing.
But in the soul connection, the music box made random tinkling sounds.
On the other side, Miss Beisen, who was attached to Mark's clothes, was also moved to tears, thinking about when Mark would be so gentle to me: "Brother..."
"This is a critical moment, thank God if you don't interfere with my thinking."
"good……"
The best the doll lady can do is let Mark dance with her, but the cost of using Baishen chick is to lose her intelligence. The differential treatment caused by the different costs can be vividly experienced at once.
Just after answering, Mark suddenly felt something was wrong.
A noise like TV snowflakes penetrated the ears, and then the mechanical platform that had been moving in the channel stopped with a "squeaking" sound.
Under the action of inertia, Mark was almost thrown forward and hit the mecha on display.
Taking half a step forward to stand firm, Mark couldn't help but take stock of his surroundings.
The light dimmed.
It's not that the brightness of the incandescent lamp has decreased, but that there is a strange fog in the passage.
Mark is no stranger to all this.
Slightly closer, he immediately discovered that the passage in front of him was distorted by some powerful force. It was not the power of a strange genre, but pure violence that deformed the entire metal passage, which in turn caused the wheels on the rails to get stuck, making it impossible to move forward, triggering
It has the protective emergency stop function of the mechanism.
Jumping off the platform, Mark whispered: "Miss Bison, cover up my breath a little."
"good!"
Mark's figure was quickly wrapped in a faint black mist.
He began to trot along the track.
I ran for just over a minute, and suddenly the feeling around me was different.
It felt like he had stepped into a scene from a horror movie. Dozens of vague figures suddenly appeared around Mark. The empty passage a second ago became overcrowded. People wearing khaki work clothes
The ghostly figure passed through Mark's body back and forth.
Mark raised the centipede lantern with his left hand, only turning on the night vision ability.
In his visual field of vision, these 'people' do not exist. Most of them are some kind of strange existence that directly penetrates into the spirit.
The [Mind Flayer Hat] on the head was faintly moving.
Mark guessed that these were not innocent souls, but more like afterimages that appeared in his mental vision after triggering the [abnormality].
Continuing to walk forward, bloody handprints appeared on the wall.
Almost every time a handprint came into view, a "click" sound appeared in his mind, as if a child with dirt-covered hands was printing dirty hands in front of him.
The further you go, the more and more dense the mudras become.
When Mark was approaching the exit, there were so many fingerprints that it would give an average person an attack of trypophobia.
"Be careful..." Miss Doll reminded softly.
"Um."
I don't know if he has experienced many strange incidents, but Mark feels that his mental endurance seems to be much stronger. In the past, when he saw so many bloody fingerprints, he would have been so scared that he would pee on the spot, and his sanity would go crazy.
This time, he felt fine.
Approaching the exit, he observed the environment and found that the place had changed beyond recognition.
It's not like the hall where Thiago Mishull receives his guests, it's more like hell.
In the hall, there were almost no traces of metal, and the place was covered with twisted dead vines. A dense orange smoke filled the surroundings, and Mark had to pour holy water on the mask to filter out any evil smell that he might encounter.
He also saw a lot of bloody handprints on the vines.
Suddenly, a bloody handprint quickly grew in size in his field of vision and rushed towards him.
No! That's not a handprint!
Those are the limbs of some kind of strange demon!
The scarlet vine-like slender limbs give people the feeling of spider legs. But the spider will never have a bloody mouth the size of a dog's mouth in the center.
Without hesitation, he raised the revolver and fired.
"Bang!"
One shot hit the big bloody mouth, and the holy light bullet hit the core of the strange demon on the spot, but the long, thin and twisted legs were still like flying knives, piercing fiercely.
Mark dodged sideways and barely managed to avoid a few broken legs.
The gun was pointed at these strange things, but they jumped on the ground a few times and then stopped moving.
Just as Mark was about to leave, the lantern in his hand suddenly trembled slightly.
"Uh, do you want to eat this?" Mark hesitated for two seconds, but agreed.
If you use a lamp, you have to pay a leg. This is the rule of law.
Although the mosquito legs can cope with it, the mysterious power consumed by the lantern cannot be replenished.
Whether [Abnormal] or today's extraordinary objects, they are not perpetual motion machines. The lost power must be replenished through some channel, otherwise they will gradually lose power and then degrade.
The most universal power of extraordinary beings is naturally the power of human souls.
Miss Doll followed Mark at first, not daring to draw out much soul power. If she drew too much, his soul would immediately dry up and he would die suddenly on the spot.
It was only after Mark became Doctor Who that Mini and Bison dared to absorb a little of the soul fire he had escaping.
The two of them can have privileges, which does not mean that Centipede Lantern, who has lost his mind, also has privileges.
Mark wouldn't feed the lantern if he had nothing to do.
After receiving permission, the centipede lamp immediately changed. A translucent centipede with the thickness of a human arm flew out from the light of the lantern. It quickly devoured several remaining legs, and then the centipede returned to the light with satisfaction.
Mark noticed that the piece of jade with the centipede relief above the lantern had changed: about 5% of the centipede's body had turned light red.
This is a good thing.
Mark is definitely not willing to sacrifice a human leg, but the monster's leg...it's a chicken leg with a lantern.
Along the way, he picked up no less than ten of these strange creatures and used them all as "kerosene" for the lantern.
