Chapter 85 The bustling underground (please ask for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month)
The carbide lamp emits a yellowish light tinged with a little blue forward, illuminating the tunnel separated by stone pillars.
Lumian was walking slowly, with a black canvas bag slung across his body, which has become popular among college students in the past two or three years. It contained "torture" gloves and a pile of white candles.
After many experiments, he found that putting it in a bag and carrying it on his body has less negative impact than putting it in a pocket or trouser pocket. Although there is no essential difference, it is better than nothing.
Following the route on Gardner Martin's map, when he was about to enter the underground observatory area, Lumian suddenly turned his ear and listened to the sound of the fork in the road on the side.
A large number of chaotic footsteps came over inaudibly.
Lumian looked at the roads ahead and on the right respectively, not sure which one the unidentified people would choose, so he simply climbed to a stone pillar supporting the top of the tunnel, extinguished the carbide lamp, and shrank into the darkness.
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Not long after, a group of men approached.
Most of them were either wearing shabby jackets or were bare-chested, all with their backs bent and carrying heavy crates. A dozen neatly dressed strong men with evil faces were holding different firearms and carrying a
Carbide lamps are evenly distributed at the front, middle and back of the team.
Smuggler... Lumian poked his head slightly and observed the crates with the help of the other party's light. There seemed to be a metallic luster coming out of the crates.
Arms, or something else? He muttered silently, watching the smuggling caravan enter the tunnel on the right.
On the way forward, perhaps a certain shadow moved too much like a real person, so a smuggler directly raised his gun, aimed there, and pulled the trigger.
As the banging sound echoed, the alarm was lifted and the team continued to move forward.
Lumian looked at it and shook his head, feeling that these guys were too nervous and their reaction was a bit excessive.
In Trier underground, this can easily go wrong!
You know, except for wandering college students and citizens who are looking for places to grow mushrooms to supplement their lives, most of the humans who haunt the underground are not simple. The probability of being extraordinary is much higher than that on the surface. If you shoot a passerby when you meet him, you may not be able to kill him at any time.
Provoked members of the secret organization, the evil god's gifter, the rebels and the powerful cave adventurers.
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 wasn't targeting anyone, just the air.
Bang! The gun-wielding smugglers either turned around quickly or rolled to one side while pouring bullets towards the intersection just now.
But this has nothing to do with Lumian who is about to touch the top of the rock wall.
After struggling with the air for a while, the smugglers moved their positions in a alert, confused and panicky manner.
Lumian looked at their backs and smiled.
You're welcome, this is a free education!
He immediately jumped to the ground and relit the carbide lamp.
After sniffing the air that still smelled of gunpowder, Lumian smiled, inserted the revolver, and moved forward along the established route.
Two or three minutes later, he encountered several quarry policemen in dark uniforms, armed with semi-automatic pistols.
Glancing at Lumian, who had a young face, carried a cross-body bag, and wore a shirt and vest, the police officer in charge cursed in a low voice: "You son of a bitch, why are you a college student again!"
After scolding, he took out a breath and asked loudly: "Did you hear anything just now?"
"There seems to be a gun battle over there, bang bang bang, bang bang bang. I wanted to go over and take a look but didn't dare." Lumian did not hide anything for the smuggling caravan.
Several quarry policemen looked at each other, quickly passed Lumian, and ran towards the intersection.
Inside the "Conversation Room".
Seeing the skeletal host wearing an iron mask walking out, the man dressed as a wizard looked at Franka and Jenna and said:
"What did you find? I told you that you must find the janitor or his body before you can receive the reward."
Jian Na said calmly: "We haven't thought about getting paid yet, we just think things are more complicated than you described.
"One night before, we sneaked into the deep valley quarry..."
After hearing the term "deep valley quarry", the man whose face was covered by the shadow of his hood raised his head slightly.
This subtle body language did not escape Franka's careful observation.
She had specifically consulted Anthony Reed and knew what subconscious reactions normal humans would have in this situation.
The other party's actions just now show that he is very sensitive to the term "deep valley quarry"!
Only people who know there is a problem will have similar reactions.
Jenna continued to talk about what she and Franka had discovered, including the monk with mechanical eyes and the secret holes embedded with arms and thighs.
The man dressed as a wizard made no extra body movements, but to Franka, this was more proof that he understood the anomalies in the deep valley quarry.
After listening to Jenna's story, the man deliberately said in a sharp voice:
"I'm not sure if that has anything to do with the disappearance of the janitor, but if you can enter the secret cave, take a few photos, or bring out important and valuable items, I'm willing to pay you half of the reward, maybe
You can also find clues to the janitor’s whereabouts inside.”
Do you think we are stupid? We only have 10,000 Firkin and you want us to take risks? Franka muttered silently.
If this was not an occult party convened by her friends, she would have planned to find a way to track the client, find out his true identity, extract more detailed information from him, and have Jenna sell it to the "Purifier".
"stop!
"Ahead is the Empire of Death!"
Lumian once again came to the natural arch carved with various bones, 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" wearing a widow's mysterious black robe and pale blond hair with dry and split ends walking over from the other side.
The lady nodded gently and said: "Since you have arrived, let's go in early."
"Okay." Lumian opened his satchel and took out two white candles.
As he lit them and gave one to "Hela", he said with a smile: "Aren't you worried that the information I got about the 'Fountain of the Samaritan Woman' is wrong?"
"Success is the accumulation of failures one after another." "Hela" replied with a cold voice.
Lumian suddenly laughed: "I thought you would say failure is success, mother."
"This is not a seminar." "Hela" simply responded.
Lumian stopped chatting, extinguished the carbide lamp, held a white candle with an orange flame, and walked towards the huge stone arch.
As he expected, a figure emerged from the darkness behind the door.
The figure was wearing a blue vest and yellow trousers. He had gray hair, not many wrinkles, and his light yellow eyes were somewhat turbid. He was a rather 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" with the corner of his eye, and found that the candlelight around her had become dim at some point, as if it had been eroded by the darkness underground or shrouded in a thick fog.
.Also in this state, she seemed to disappear from the eyes of the tomb administrator who was responsible for guarding the gate.
Lumian smiled at the old man: "I don't need a guide. I have visited the tomb many times, but I am more accustomed to walking through the entrance to the memorial hall area.
"Don't worry, I remember all the taboos and won't violate them intentionally."
The old man said angrily: "You college students! Remember, come out before your candle burns out!"
As he spoke, he stepped out of the way and turned back into the darkness behind the door.
When Lumian passed through the huge stone door and entered the "Empire of Death", relying on having "Hela" as his companion this time, he turned his head, looked at the old tomb administrator, and asked curiously: "Why can't you
Holding a lighted white candle?"
The slightly cloudy light yellow eyes of the tomb keeper suddenly turned dark, and his whole person had a cold air.
He replied in a low voice: "I was just at the door and didn't go deep."
Really? Lumian, who had entered the catacombs, rationally gave up questioning and concentrated on feeling the coldness bursting from his heart and the gazes cast from the darkness around him.
He felt that the current state of the tomb administrator was somewhat similar to the temperament of "Hela".
Under the gaze of the corpses placed in the pits on the stone wall and the skeletons piled 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 Column" with "Hela"
"Tomb" and other places.
"Which floor should we go to?" "Hela" asked coldly after passing a group of tourists.
"Fourth floor." Lumian raised the white candle in his hand and pointed to the road sign next to the tomb in front, without any concealment.
"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 she found the stairs leading to the second level after twists and turns.
Compared with the upper level, there are very few tourists here. You can only occasionally encounter a few college students holding candles and singing and dancing to exercise their courage in front of the corpses.
"Hela" did not slow down at all, and not long after, Lumian saw a broken stone door.
With the yellowish light of the candle, he read the Intis language on the stone door: "Entrance to the Old Ossuary."
"Going down from here is the third floor. At the door is the altar of the sun and steam. Go all the way to the 'Christmasna Night Pillar' and you can enter the fourth floor." "Hela" said coldly.
"Do you have a complete map of the catacombs?" Lumian couldn't help but ask.
Often only the first layer is available in the market.
"Hela" shook his head: "The further you go down, the less you know. Starting from the third floor, you must look at the street signs and the black guiding line on the top of the cave."
Lumian didn't say anything more, and he and "Hela" walked through the entrance of the old ossuary together, and walked down step by step along the wide and historical stone steps.
As soon as the two arrived at the third floor of the tomb, they saw a ball of candlelight and two sacrificial pillars made of mottled boulders.
The candlelight belonged to a young man with black hair, brown eyes and a pale face.
After he discovered Lumian and "Hela", he rushed over as if grasping a life-saving straw.
He shouted while running: "Me, several of my friends disappeared! Just disappeared like that!"