"What the hell is the conspiracy?" At this time, the return wind was already online again, and the increasingly urgent situation made his tone unconsciously bring a trace of anxiety.

Once again, the discussion reached an impasse, and it was clear that there was no answer to the question.

Even after exploring the entire island the next day, I still didn't have a clue.

When night came again, the people returned to the monastery.

"Do you have any ideas?" Hui Feng asked, pointing to the topographic map of the island on the ground.

This topographic map is the result of their day's work, and almost all of the island's peculiarities have been recorded on it.

Seeing that no one responded, he urged again: "Any idea is fine!" ”

Sherlock actually understood the other party's feelings, and although he was not sure in his heart, he still said his thoughts: "I think the key is that in this monastery, the faint smell of the sea in the room has not dissipated. ”

"But I've also seen it with the Eyes of the Mystic, and there's really no magic enchantment or teleportation circle here." Los immediately retorted.

"We've almost searched this monastery and found none of them."

"Just because I didn't find it doesn't mean I didn't."

Sherlock's words silenced everyone again, and the truth was that they were helpless now.

"Perhaps, I have a way!"

In the silence, Liya's unconfident voice suddenly attracted everyone's attention.

After seeing everyone's expectant eyes, she said slowly: "If it is a secret door, I have a special investigation technique that may be able to find it." ”

"Really!" Hui Feng couldn't hide his excitement, and said excitedly: "Can you try it now?" ”

Even though he has been a professional gamer for many years, when facing a plot of this level of voter mission, he can't help but have a sense of gain and loss.

"Yes, yes." After the halfling finished speaking, he suddenly twisted, and after hesitating for a while, he said with an embarrassed face: "You know, we can't help without asking for anything in return, so ......"

You're talking about players, and we're talking about NPCs.

Indeed, due to the limitations of the system, no matter how good the relationship between the player and the NPC is, the NPC cannot be obligated to help the player without a valid reason, or just an excuse for the past.

Hui Feng is well versed in human feelings and system settings, and immediately understood the meaning of the words: "What do you want?" ”

"It's good that you understand, just mean the price, I'll just ask for something, but I haven't thought of anything yet, let's wait until this adventure is over."

Sherlock always sounded a little weird about Leya's words, but when he thought about it, he couldn't remember what the blame was, and seeing that the tasks of the two had been handed over, he didn't think much about it.

The halfling asked everyone to move a little farther away, and he walked to the center of the room and carefully pulled out a crystal ball.

As she spoke, a ghostly light flickered from the surface of the crystal ball.

After a few moments, when the light faded, she opened her eyes again, walked over with a happy face, and told everyone about the information she had discovered.

The point is that on the wall full of frescoes, there are hundreds of pairs of men and women intertwining, one of which is slightly different from the rest of the world, and if you can change its composition, you can open the secret passage hidden here.

"Isn't it different?" Sherlock groaned, and his attention spread to the entire wall.

This is actually a game of finding differences, and with his strong observational powers, he soon finds the only thing that is different in this whole mural.

The rest of the men and women on the mural, no matter what kind of face they faced, what kind of posture they posed, there was only madness lost in pleasure in their expressions.

The only different pair, although they are also doing something together, seems to be really enjoying it, in addition to the pleasure, it is obviously interesting to pass on the love in it.

"Loos, what kind of love is this, crazy, I don't see it at all, is it so mysterious as you said."

The words of the little white face are probably what the rest of the people want to say, and everyone can see the difference, but the specific difference is definitely not as good as the other party said.

"Look at your group of dicks, I guess you don't understand the artistic skills expressed in this mural." Los walked up to the wall with a smug look on his face and started to figure it out.

Changing the composition of this small piece of pattern is easy to say, but it is dozens of times more difficult to operate than everyone imagined.

Because these walls are indestructible or even leave marks on them, you can't just alter the existing pattern.

You can only adjust the degree of concave and convex walls and the arrangement of textures, so as to affect the refraction of light and achieve the effect of changing the composition.

After ten minutes, when the light gradually changed and all the patterns converged, the whole room continued to vibrate.

A stone door on the ground slowly opened, revealing a stone staircase.

"How did you do that?" Liya asked in disbelief, she knew better than anyone else how difficult this mechanism was.

"It's a small idea, when I was learning photography, it was just an entry-level ability."

Los was quite modest in his words, but that expression was a bit unbeatable, so the other four didn't bother with him, but studied the stone staircase.

As Sherlock had guessed, the staircase was likely to be connected to the bottom of the sea, and the smell of fresh seawater came to you just by poking your head in.

After studying for a while and finding that there was no danger, everyone walked down one after another.

The staircase, which is hundreds of feet long, is covered with mold and seaweed, and at the end is a large room with a natural stone ceiling.

There was a foot of black water covered in seaweed on the floor of the room, and it was impossible to see underneath at all.

"Buzz ......"

Hearing a voice in the darkness overhead, Sherlock immediately found its counterpart in his mind, the terrifying creature that had chased him all the way through the Supreme Forest.

"It's a mosquito bat, the little white face is in front of me, and the group spell is brushed up."

Two dazzling fires flashed, not only illuminating everyone's sight, but also attracting the monsters that flew down.

Judging from the smell of sulfur emanating from their bodies, this is another creature that has been transformed by the breath of purgatory.

The mosquito bat, a small creature, did not have much tenacious vitality even if it was put on the purgatory template, but two blazing roars without dragon power bonus fell from the sky one after another.