Lecturer Maynard, who was sitting next to him, left the table with Kraft and went to look for Petrie with sobering tea. Out of concern for his colleagues, Lyndon joined them.
The three of them took away a lighting candlestick and walked towards the corridor where they came from.
It is somewhat dangerous to pour liquid into an unconscious person rashly. There is no need to do this unless there are special circumstances. Therefore, everyone chose to send the drunk Petrie indoors to rest and wait for him to recover on his own before making any plans.
The heavy clouds that had not dispersed after the shower blocked the half-moon light, and the side hall to the corridor were filled with empty darkness. They slowly stepped onto the steps one by one, bypassing the tables and chairs buried in them, and the echoes returned from the other side of the space.
The image follows step by step.
[To be honest, I have been using the Huanyuan app recently to read and catch up on updates. It allows me to switch between sources and read aloud with many sounds. .huanyuanapp is available for Android and Apple.]
"We don't seem to have lit a lamp for Petrie. I hope he won't hit anything when he wakes up and looks for his shoes." Maynard walked in front holding the candlestick and broke the silence that was assimilated by the environment. "One, two, three,
The third room, I remember it was here."
He stopped and listened for a while, then knocked politely to alert them to their arrival.
In the quiet and dark atmosphere, everything becomes distant. Among the music in the hall on the other side, only the fine playing of the flute can penetrate here, playing intermittently in the damp corridor, like ooze.
The bursting sound of bubbles emerging from the end of the airway.
There was no reason, Kraft just felt that way, and knocked on the door without a response, just like the dull sound when percussing a solid air cavity.
"Do you smell anything?" He sniffed, feeling that it touched a certain point in his memory, but it also had some very fine dust-like components, which made the nasal cavity that was used to the air after the rain very uncomfortable.
Professor Linden, the anatomy professor, reflexively raised his sleeves to check himself. He smelled from the cuffs to the front. His skillful movements were pitiful. He quickly ruled out the suspicion of bringing odor from the anatomy object, "It's not me. I had some smell before coming today."
After washing, my wife washed these clothes and they are very clean."
"I don't smell anything. Is it alcohol?"
After taking a deep breath, Maynard did not get the same answer as Craft from the air. The rain had washed away the dust in the air, and if there was any smell, it was probably just the fragrance of vegetation.
The dusty feeling passed quickly, similar to the grainy air that hits your face when you open an attic that has not been used for a long time. It quickly dissipated.
Signs that do not change due to breathing in the senses are sufficient to prove that it does not come from the sense of smell.
"I'll hold the candlestick, it's very heavy."
It was easy to get the pure copper candlestick from Maynard. Craft weighed its reassuring weight, walked to the door and squeezed the two pure scholars aside. If something wanted to appear in front of them, put it
It would be a good choice to smash this thing out.
Of course the door was not locked. He held the handle cautiously, held the candlestick in front of him, and slowly pushed open the thick door panel.
Kraft didn't like this action very much. Subconsciously, it symbolized leaving a comfortable and familiar environment and placing himself in the unknown. The opposite could be anything. However, this situation reoccurred repeatedly, and someone had to be responsible.
Open the door.
The non-existent smell faded away, and was replaced by the strange feelings that bothered him, which intensified on the left arm holding the door panel, like dry lips and tongue suddenly coming into contact with water, and they woke up again with the pain and flow jumping between the muscle bundles.
, the alternating illusory hot and cold temperatures are words and sentences, describing some kind of information that cannot be parsed by normal organs.
【listen】
But not with both ears. There was a faint sound of chewing, tough or hard substances fused together, something light and thin that seemed to be textiles was torn and spit out, and the unbearable metal fell down, sinking into a layer of sticky plush, covering the floor.
in the substance - not exactly, because it comes from indirect feedback from the shielded mental senses, like fragments leaking between the fingers covering the lidless eyes.
The foreign instincts from the spirit and stone fragments urge the consciousness and urgently require the spiritual senses. For example, after discovering that something else has invaded the safe zone, you need to open your eyes and observe your surroundings, instead of stubbornly refusing to use the organs that exist in the body.
The deep is calling. In its unique way, it silently urges those who establish contact to use its gifts to break the oldest and strongest source of human fear and deepen this connection. It needs to refuse to open the eyes when waking up and prevent swallowing when eating.
will to resist.
"No." Kraft suppressed the subtle hints of information that were turbulent in his physical senses, as if representing fear itself. He didn't know what the consequences would be if this connection continued to deepen. Anyway, it wouldn't be more than the one that affected half a floor.
The twists and turns are better, and no one guarantees that the car will be able to be stopped next time it loses control.
"What?" Maynard asked. He saw Kraft pause for a few seconds, muttering something to himself.
"nothing."
The light enters as the door panel rotates and opens, sweeping through the interior furnishings one by one, including a small bucket, a round table, and an empty bed.
Walking into the room lit by candlelight, the exposed rafters above the head support this somewhat cramped place. The history of the dark furniture may be equal to the history of this building. After all, this is not for daily living. It is only used for banquets.
Provide a private space for guests who are upset or have other needs.
The inside of the room is much drier than the outside, but it is far less dusty, making those who are aware of it more certain that some non-worldly factors have visited this place.
"he left?"
There is no room for hiding here, and the only small window is opened high above the head, barely enough to stand on the table and look out. Maynard followed Kraft into the room, and the room immediately seemed too small and difficult to use.
.
The human-shaped imprint on the bed caught his attention, which was exactly where they had placed Petrie. Instead of being torn up like other messy scenes caused by drunken men, the sheets remained oddly neat, and they didn't even sit down when they got up.
The mark on the edge of the bed and the candlelight swinging like a drunken man reflected this scene that made his thinking logically contradictory.
Something that had been placed in the shadow of the foot of the bed tripped him, and he was kicked out and bounced against the wall. Maynard bent down to pick it up. It was a leather-topped, wooden-shelled, pointed-toed boot.
, a popular style from Dunling. Not long ago, they personally helped the owner take it off and placed it at the foot of the bed.
"guard!"
...
In less than ten minutes, Kraft saw Martin again, whom he had not seen for two hours. The latter was still wearing the same party clothes, with a small red mark on his face.
He pushed aside the full-body armored guard in front of him. The corridor was already occupied by people from the medical school and searchers armed with torches. They sealed all the entrances and exits of the venue in time, rummaging through this corridor with no other place to go, trying to find the person from
Dunling's surgeon, however, found nothing.
A living person disappeared out of thin air like evaporating wine, leaving nothing behind except a pair of boots that proved he did not walk out by himself.
Martin squeezed awkwardly next to Kraft, and Maynard was recounting what happened to the venue supervisor: "He drank that glass of wine and passed out, no, more like passed out, so we brought him here
.But this is unreasonable, ours is the same jug of wine..."
"Assassin's pot." He interrupted Maynard, with a gloomy look on his face, and threw the thing in his hand to the supervisor, "Two inner pots, how did you let this thing get in?"
It was a silver pot with a flower-buckle handle. Craft remembered it and the feeling of it falling into his hand, with a small amount of liquid sloshing in it.
[The best wine has been divided among us]
"Hell, it was almost!" Kraft found that he had missed the opportunity to stop it. No matter how clear his memory was, it could not replace him in thinking relatedly when Professor Fernand said these words.
An incident mixed with man-made factors and deep-seated factors would sneak away quietly, which was worse than the belladonna that almost killed him.
"If you really control every place you can leave, I think I can help you identify at least one of the accomplices."
"No need." Martin refused Kraft's help and stared at the supervisor with a cannibalistic look. The aura of his fluffy party clothes even overwhelmed this man with shining armor. "I just came from the kitchen.
When the guy got back, he locked himself in the storage room."
