Wilson's eyes stagnated in mid-air imperceptibly, and he moved away from that position before the other two noticed the clues.
Unless Drom deliberately appears, ordinary people cannot see the light curtain in mid-air at all. Wilson can also communicate with Drom in his consciousness.
However, in this strange and profound environment, everyone's nerves are very tense, and he does not want to expose any abnormality and cause unnecessary trouble.
He glanced just to confirm the current distribution of pollution around them.
Zhuomu thoughtfully scanned the entire hotel and presented it on a floor plan. He used bright colors to mark the distribution of alien energy in every place, clearly displaying the abnormal places.
Even a fool can see clearly.
But there are more situations that Zhuomu cannot present. On the one hand, the system's functions are limited, and on the other hand, polluting energy is always interfering with his work.
Wilson said in a calm voice: "We'd better stay vigilant now. If someone deliberately separates us from the team, then he definitely wants to attack us."
"If the monster just now didn't have the amulet on it, the consequences for us would have been tragic."
"And we can't just sit here and wait for death. We must find a breakthrough point."
I don't know why, but at this time, this ordinary and weak professor had a convincing charm on him. His light-colored eyes were bright and bright, with a confident smile, and the darkness around him seemed to be dispelled.
Ellis and William both nodded involuntarily.
Everyone instinctively tends to the light.
Especially in extremely weird and dangerous situations, they urgently need to grab a rope.
"Go find Captain Lyndon first?" Geologist William asked hesitantly, "They may have encountered the same trouble as us."
"No."
Wilson shook his head, frowning as he stared at the spreading stains on the wall next to him.
"I think we should leave from here first."
"That's right."
Ms. Ellis also raised the revolver in her hand, pointing the black muzzle behind William in the room he had just escaped from.
Rotten green blocks seeped out from the gaps, and wherever they went, the wooden doors and metal handles became rotten and rusty, and the stench attacked innocent humans all the time.
"How many bullets do you have?"
Wilson took a step back silently and approached the two of them silently.
At the same time, he tried his best to raise his transformer, and silver-white light enveloped them, lighting up a corner of this small space.
The rotten shadow shrank in the light, but still grew unswervingly and slowly.
Unless Ellis gives it a shot or Wilson continues to use the transformer to call it up, these abominable things will not retreat easily.
Wilson really didn't want to continue shaking his notebook.
First of all, this is not an offensive weapon, it is just a transformer!
Who uses the transformer as a weapon?
Even if this notebook is so thick that it can turn into a meteor hammer by adding bumpers and chains, it is still just a notebook!
Besides, that thing was so disgusting. He had to smash it once before and it was enough to make him choke. He didn't want to contaminate it again.
All that can be counted on now is the revolver engraved with mysterious runes in Ms. Ellis's hand.
"There were originally six bullets in the magazine, and two of them have been used just now." Ms. Ellis smiled bitterly, "Because the change happened so suddenly, I can't carry more bullets. The bullets that come with this gun are also
Specially made, and I put those bullets in a locked box, so I didn’t have time to take them with me.”
"Great."
Wilson twitched the corners of his mouth.
He knew that he shouldn't have too much hope in everything, and he had shouted the word "unlucky" in his heart countless times.
In fact, it was as if the world was inherently different from him, and no matter what happened, it would always be different from what he expected.
"Basically, there have been changes in the rooms behind us." Wilson explained the current situation very quickly, "Every house seems to be pregnant with these rotten shadows. In contrast, in the corridor,
It seems that there is only darkness, and we only need to deal with the monsters overflowing around us."
"The corridor I just came from is no longer dangerous. We can go from there to the window at the end and leave the hotel through the window!"
The place he came from was originally filled with a lot of darkness and decadence, but he broke it all apart without practicing martial ethics.
"Where's the stairs?"
Ellis asked seriously.
"The situation is not good either. More pollution has spread from below."
"What about the other people at the hotel?"
Geologists are also a little concerned about the other ordinary people who live here.
"Many people have been swallowed up by those shadows!" Ellis said in a very anxious and frustrated tone, even with some subtle fear. "I tried to rescue people from other rooms and drag them out, but they were in front of me.
Rotten into a puddle of pus!"
"What?!"
The geologist doesn't look very good either.
"No, there are no ordinary people here." Wilson's voice became extremely calm, "The guests you saw are probably all disguises of these things!"
As a high-tech artificial intelligence, Drom can certainly distinguish the difference between ordinary people and polluted monsters.
On Zhuom's map, each room only has some alien abilities that react violently, and there are no ordinary human reactions.
Only here, there are two small green dots representing humans, and the others are bright red eyes.
Ellis was obviously stunned for a moment, wondering why Wilson could be so sure. If it were in other circumstances, she would definitely question it, but now is not the time to dwell on it.
The two people unanimously agreed to Wilson's plan and followed the direction Wilson originally came from, preparing to look for the window at the end of the corridor.
Then climb over the window and leave the hotel.
Wilson walked ahead to clear the way.
Behind her was Ms. Ellis, who was holding a revolver. Wilson warned her not to waste bullets casually.
Use one bullet less for four bullets.
Because he didn't have much fighting power, the geologist could only sit pitifully between the two of them, observing from front to back and left to right, always alert to the anomalies around him.
They just left their original position, and Wilson subconsciously glanced at Zhuomu's screen.