"God, if you really exist, please show up quickly to save us..."
Oliver knelt in front of the podium, closed his eyes and murmured softly.
In the dark red church, the long carpet extends to the front of the podium. Benches are spread out on both sides, and the empty seats seem to be empty, but also seem to be overcrowded, watching this scene silently.
Oliver searched through all the prayers he knew and quietly opened his eyes.
The clouds outside the damaged window were as dark red as blood, and the hovering black shadows never disappeared.
It really didn't work.
Oliver stood up mockingly and began to move the benches on both sides behind the door to block it, along with the corpse of the huge bat-like monster that almost scared him to death.
After blocking the door, Oliver began to look for the entrance to the basement in the church. He didn't know where the entrance was, so he had to find it in a clumsy way.
Oliver didn't waste much time looking for the entrance to the basement. Fortunately, he found an oil lamp under the podium. There wasn't much kerosene left, but it was enough to light up for a few hours. By the light of the oil lamp, Oliver found on the wall to the left of the podium.
Metal door handle.
A dark and pitch-black entrance appeared in front of you, with no light at all below.
No one in the basement?
Oliver thought that just in case, he had left a gap in the stone door that he could pass through sideways. If there was a monster in the basement, he could escape back to the ground in time and close the stone door.
Holding the oil lamp, Oliver quietly walked up the stone steps, which was quite long for him, and slowly poked his head around the corner to peek.
The basement appeared before my eyes.
The blood stains on the ground and the scattered clothes and luggage made Oliver feel a little uneasy. He stayed still and observed quietly for several minutes.
The empty and quiet basement still remains as it was.
Oliver boldly walked out of the corner and entered the basement.
The sudden flicker of flames in the lampshade made Oliver feel anxious. Fortunately, it only took a moment for the flames to stabilize again.
Bookshelves, desks, shelves, cabinets, single beds, blood stains, clothes, empty space, nothing weird in the basement.
It's a pity that there are no survivors.
The blood stains have dried up, and Oliver doesn't know where the blood stains came from or where the people here have gone, but now, he is safe for the time being.
Holding an oil lamp, Oliver searched the basement for a while. Most of the luggage that was not taken away was clothing and dolls, as well as a strange human sculpture that looked like a beetle. No food or water was found.
But he found kerosene in the cupboard, which was enough to keep him in the basement for a long time.
As it quieted down, Oliver began to smell the sour smell on his body. It was nothing, he had experienced far dirtier things than this.
Oliver picked out suitable clothes from the clothes scattered on the floor and changed them. He returned to the single bed and sat down. The not soft bed made Oliver, who had been running away all night, subconsciously let out a long groan and relaxed his whole body.
The suppressed fatigue and sleepiness began to rise, and Oliver's mind still became confused. He wanted to lie down and rest, but felt that he had forgotten something.
Oliver was so tired that he just thought that the lamp was full and there was nothing to worry about. Even if there was - he felt at this moment that even death would not be able to prevent him from sleeping.
I struggled to move my legs to the bed, adjusted to a comfortable position, and soon fell asleep.
The kerosene lamp next to the bed emitted light, while the distance further away was swallowed by darkness.
A few hours later, Oliver woke up feeling sore all over.
The light of the kerosene lamp made him feel at ease.
There are no windows in the basement, maybe it's almost dawn outside.
When will help arrive?
Will Qiaoqiao already know the news about Shadow Town?
Oliver made random guesses in the quiet basement.
call--
Gradually, the faint and sharp sound of wind sounded in the basement.
Oliver froze and looked for the place where the wind came from, which he finally determined to be behind the bookshelf.
How can there be wind noise behind the bookshelf?
Oliver couldn't understand, so he put the oil lamp on the table cabinet next to the entrance, walked closer to the bookshelf, and put his ear to it to listen.
The whistling sound of the wind blowing through the gaps became clear.
Is there any space behind the bookcase?
Oliver thought to himself that he found that the bookshelf could be moved. He vaguely guessed something and went around to the side to push the bookshelf.
rustle--
The bottom of the bookshelf made a harsh friction sound against the slate and gravel. Oliver, who was pushing the bookshelf, suddenly felt a cold breeze coming from the gap between the bookshelf and the wall.
What on earth is...
As Oliver continued to push the bookshelf, the dark tunnel appeared in front of him.
A sludge-like putrid smell blew from the depths of the dark tunnel.
Why is there still a tunnel?
Oliver subconsciously wanted to retreat to avoid the bottomless dark passage full of unknowns. But suddenly, a figure came from behind him and jumped on Oliver's back.
Before the horrified Oliver could turn around, he felt severe pain in his shoulder.
"ah!"
Oliver screamed and threw off the being on his back. He looked at the being attacking him in horror, and in an instant he became stunned.
That's a little boy.
"Kid, are you crazy?"
Oliver couldn't help but curse angrily, turned his head to look at his shoulder, and a bone fragment stabbed into his shoulder socket. The next moment, Oliver's anger was extinguished by biting ice water.
The little boy tore off his own skin in front of Oliver.
Oliver's eyes were filled with fear as his hair stood on end. Without thinking, he hurriedly fled into the secret passage that he had just discovered and was blowing by the cold wind.
His figure was swallowed up by darkness.
…
The bookshelf was pushed back to its original position, covering the dark passage leading to Shadow Swamp.
The putrid cold wind and howling sounds from the swamp disappeared, and the basement returned to emptiness and silence.
"Maybe the townspeople hiding in the church went to the swamp..." Fran muttered, not wanting the flame of hope to go out.
Qiaoqiao found an oil barrel next to the wooden cabinet where the oil lamp was placed, filled the lamp with kerosene, and replaced the lampshade.
The flames swayed and gradually returned to stability.
Putting down the oil drum, Qiao Qiao looked at Lu Li who was walking around in the basement observing.
Luggage and clothing were scattered on the stone floor. Many oil lamps were smashed on the ground. The kerosene flowed into the gaps between the stone slabs and almost dried up.
There were a large number of footprints on it, which disappeared until they reached the entrance.
The dried blood stains that can be seen everywhere are dark red, and the source is unknown. Because there are no kerosene corpses in the basement, and there are no suspected pieces of meat, it seems that the scene has been cleaned.
The footprints in front of the bookshelf and entrance have long been blown away and covered up by the never-ending wind. It is difficult to judge whether these townspeople fled back to the ground or ran into the secret passage. We can only guess from the pushed open bookshelf that someone escaped into the secret passage.
In any case, the townspeople who had hid in the church basement left in a hurry, as if something suddenly happened.
And once again they lost the clue.
Unless Lu Li entered the Shadow Swamp through a secret passage.
"Let's take a rest."
Qiaoqiao said disappointedly, hugging her knees and sitting down next to the oil lamp.
Police station, cellar, church, this is the third time they have failed. Continuous failures are dismembering Qiaoqiao's confidence.
She raised her head, wondering what Lu Li was going to do at this time, but Lu Li just walked up the steps, closed the stone door at the entrance, and returned to the basement.
