"Squeak-"

Three rooms, behind each door, was a dark and narrow room, the decoration of the room could not be seen clearly, and the light in the corridor behind him fell a rectangular area of light in the room, which was the only light in the room.

One-Eye, Lorraine, and Mars slowly walked into the room of their choice.

There was silence in every room, there was no movement, and it was impossible to see if there were silver daggers.

"Click!"

The door closed behind them, and the three men were locked in three separate rooms.

"Brush—"

The candelabra in the room lit up, and the medieval candle chandelier hanging from the ceiling illuminated the room at once, and everything around was instantly clear-

Mars chose the door called Revenge, and behind the door was an empty room with concrete walls on all sides, and there was no furniture in the room.

A woman, hunched woman standing with her back to him.

Her messy curly hair was gray, she wore a witch's black robe, and held a torch that burned, casting her shadow over the wall to the side.

Mars narrowed her eyes in confusion, and in the next second, she saw the old woman's shadow sway, she slowly turned around, her hair hanging down loosely beside her cheeks, but she couldn't hide the demonic face - her face was full of deep wrinkles, her eyes were drooping, the skin of her cheeks was almost down to her neck, her eyeballs were protruding from her sockets, densely covered with bloodshots, her long pointed nose had a black carbuncle, her long mouth was pressed down against the corners of her mouth, her teeth were protruding from her gums, and her lower lip was bitten. She was hunched, the skin of the hand holding the torch was slightly black and purple, and the other hand slowly raised and pointed at him, and in an instant several stingers flew out of her cuffs and stabbed at Mars!

Mars moved out of the way, he took a few steps back, and heard a beep from the headset—

[Warning, warning, hostile creatures in front of you]

[Creature Name: Ancient Witch]

[Target location: 3 meters]

[Creature Class: V-]

……

Meanwhile, Lorraine chose a door called Uneasy.

When the door closed automatically behind her, she was startled and ran to the door in the dark, trying to open the door, but she fumbled for a week and found that there was no doorknob inside the door at all, and the door could only be opened from the outside, not from the inside!

"Hehehe......"

She heard the sound of a man laughing in a low voice behind her, and she was startled, and quickly turned around and pulled out her pistol.

The hanging candle chandelier in the room lit up suddenly, and by the light of the candle flame, she saw an unknown creature crouching in the center of the room.

It had its back to her, the body of a large hound, but at the top of its neck, it had a man's head attached! The unidentified creature stood up, it turned, its paws resting on the cold tiles, the man's head on its neck staring at her, as if to gauge what prey she was and where it was easier to get her mouth down.

"Roar—"

It opened its mouth and roared, but the human mouth was densely covered with canine teeth, and white spit left from the corners of its mouth, and it pounced on her!

[Warning, warning, hostile creatures in front of you]

[Creature Name: Human-faced Dog]

[Target location: 3 meters]

[Creature Class: V-]

……

Finally, there is the third room.

The door to the third room is the one chosen by One-Eye.

When the wooden door slowly closed behind him, the candle flame in the room suddenly lit up.

One-eyed narrowed his eyes slightly, and he saw that it was a room similar to the captain's room, decorated in cold colors, with a large bookcase on the left side of the room, and on the right side of the room was a dusty piano, on which were a few pages of yellowed music, and the candle chandelier hanging in the center of the room illuminated the furnishings, and the door was facing a wall, and on the wall hung an oil painting of the Octavian cruise ship, which seemed to be the way it had just begun to sail, and the white ship was running on the smooth sea, The background is a wide sky.

"Huh? What does that mean? Frowning in bewilderment, One-Eye put away his pistol and paced to the large bookcase.

There were a few random books on the bookcase, books in Roman script that he couldn't read, and the books were placed on the third and fourth floors of the bookcase, and the rest of the place was empty, not satisfied with spider silk.

One-Eye turned, his black shoes treading over the tiles, and came to the piano.

He gently picked up the sheet music on the piano and saw a line of words written at the beginning of the sheet music:

【Bagatelle No. 25 in A Minor, WoO 59 “Für Elise”】

"Huh? What the hell is this?? ”

The doubt in his eyes deepened, and he looked at the stave in confusion, not knowing what these pieces of paper meant.

Maybe he should have grabbed Lorraine's walkie-talkie just now, maybe the little imp with glasses knew what these things meant.

He put down the sheet music and looked at the black and white keys of the piano.

Raising his hand, he saw a light touch on the cold keys, black and white, and the rectangular keys seemed to have been seen and touched somewhere......

The familiar touch made him squint his eyes slightly, and the memories that had been sealed in the dust for a long time appeared in front of him with warmth-

Is that......

A sunny afternoon......

The warm light sun brushed the white window lattices, brushed the beige curtains, and fell on the white floor tiles.

Next to the curtain, there was an upright piano, and he sat in front of it, and a woman, a woman with blond curly hair, nestled lazily in his arms, she was very fragrant, and the faint perfume smelled like the first blooming dewy Sayuri.

She looked up, looked at him, and smiled softly.

[Joe, do you know how to play the piano?] 】

[If not, I can teach you......]

[Come, put your hand on the keys like this......]

[And then, this is a stave......]

[To start with the first note, you see, this sound is ......]

……

"...... Yelena"

One-Eye muttered, as he remembered it, and placed his right hand on the keys.

His eyes carried the temperature of memory, but also the sorrow of condensation.

He played out as he remembered the woman saying, note by note, covering the yellowed sheet of music.

One tone, one tone.

A quiet room with only the thick sound of the piano.

Just as he played the last note of the first bar, the sound of gears turning came from the wall behind the piano.

One-Eye suddenly woke up from his memory, he took a step back, and watched the wall with the piano slowly turning, and the mechanism was activated, and the way to activate it was to play the movement on the score, "To Alice".

When the wall turned, he saw a transparent glass box in the dark compartment on the other side of the wall, and a silver dagger was placed in the box.

One-eyed breathing stagnant.

The silver dagger is beautifully carved, about 30 centimeters long, with the shape of a mermaid's tail carved into the handle of the dagger, with tiny scales, while the other end is a sharp blade, curved and shining with cold light.

"Found ......"

He took a few steps forward, opened the glass box, and took out the silver dagger from the box.

The dagger was made of all-silver, a little heavy, but it didn't hinder his use, and he took the dagger and waved it a little, adjusting to the weight of the dagger.

Then, the wall in front of the room where the painting hung slowly parted in half, and the Octavian cruise ship on the painting cracked in the middle, and another door appeared behind the wall.

One-Eye was silent for a few seconds, then walked behind the door, holding the doorknob in one hand and withdrawing from it with the other.

The harsh light shone from the other side of the door, and he subconsciously squinted his eyes, he heard the sound of the waves and smelled the seawater.

Then, a few meters away, Blackblade, Beauty, and J were sitting on the deck railing, tying a fish-tailed creature to the railing, and next to them, Caesar and Arthur were leaning against the deck railing, covered in blood.

He seemed to have chosen the right room.