Chapter 227: Disappearing
Under the persuasion of the stonemason, Evil Wunian silently put away the pale yellow chewing gum,
Li Ang, who was on the side, couldn't help but wipe his forehead, patted his chest, and said fearfully: "Young people nowadays are really terrifying, they take out this kind of weapon of mass destruction without saying a word, I don't think I was so impulsive when I was fighting guerrilla warfare in Africa." β
Dongfeng Po couldn't help but ask, "Brother, have you ever been to Africa to fight guerrillas?" β
"yes."
Li Ang nodded and said, "I'll go to the talent market to recruit,
They said that it was good for summer workers to work as mercenaries, and the company had a regular labor dispatch contract, and they also handled high accident insurance.
You can go to the battlefield with AK on your shoulder, give 8,000 yuan a day, and 800 high temperature subsidies, and the transfer on the same day is not ambiguous.
Going to work is as happy as eating chicken.
I went, and it turned out that both sides of the battlefield were compatriots who had formed teams to work as summer workers, so we tacitly shot into the sky, and at the end of the day, no one died, and there was still money.
Isn't this summer vacation almost over, and I'll be back. β
β...β
Dongfeng was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that Li Ang was, glanced at him with painful eyes, didn't say anything, turned around and searched the hall with the stonemason and the others.
The stonemason plucked the flower-shaped sconces from the walls, turned on the light bulbs, and said, "Some of the wood decorations used in the living room itself are at least more than a hundred years old,
Although the wall lamps use wires to transmit electricity, most of these wires buried in the walls have been aged, and the structure is quite primitive.
Not... Tungsten incandescent lamps are used, and at least we can assume that the house was last inhabited at the beginning of the twentieth century. β
The reason why I say hypothetical is because everyone is not sure if the setting of this script world is similar to the earth... If this is in another world, then all special situations are possible.
"There is electricity, proof that there is power."
Evil Wunian said coldly, "Maybe we can follow the wires and go to the power room or something like that, and see if there are any so-called anomalous organs there." β
Click, click.
A clear shutter sounded, and Evil and the stonemason turned their heads to see the forest cat standing in the corner of the living room with a brand new Polaroid camera (a traditional camera that can be photographed immediately after taking a picture).
In an environment where all electronic devices fail, the Polaroid works normally.
The forest cat took the photo on its own, passing all the prints to the side in front of her eyes and putting them in a pocket that hung from her waist.
This Polaroid is not an ordinary camera, but a piece of high-quality equipment, called [Divination Polaroid]
It is possible to take a prophetic photograph - if an anomalous event occurs in the scene within ten minutes, the camera will show the future in the form of a prediction in advance.
[Divination Polaroid] has helped the forest cat through a lot of extremely dangerous predicaments, but its remarks are a little inexplicable, it is a particularly small line of small words: the realm of photography, you can only play with equipment will never understand.
Don't know what that means.
The forest cat noticed the gaze of his teammates, raised his head, shook the light golden shawl hair, smiled calmly, and said to them, "Leave me alone, you continue." β
Evil Thoughtless and the stonemason continued to study the wall lamp, while Dongfeng Po held a rather bulky large flashlight and searched for the dark corridor on the second floor above the steps.
Li Ang stepped forward with a curious look, "Brother Feng, what are you looking at?" β
β... Don't call me Brother Feng, okay? It feels weird. β
Dong Fengpo's face flashed with a painful expression again, and he bowed his chin towards the dark corridor, "I saw that those rooms on both sides of the corridor are not there, and none of the door structures and shapes there are repeated." β
"Huh?"
Li Ang squinted his eyes, looked carefully for a while, and found that just like Dong Feng Po said, the structure of the second floor was quite weird,
The doors of the rooms on both sides of the corridor are of different shapes, colors, and sizes, and they do not match each other very well.
Not only the room, but also the corridor itself is abnormal, and there are one or two steps that suddenly appear in the corridor that should be level.
In some places, antique wooden floors are installed on the ceilings of the hallways, or one or two inexplicable glass windows or two.
"The structure of the corridor on the second floor is so chaotic that it's like countless rooms are spliced together."
Dongfeng broke his brows and furrowed tightly, "At the beginning of construction, the owner of the house deliberately designed it this way?" Or is it caused by those anomalous organs in the mansion? β
"The owner of the house must be the oil painting hanging in the back of the living room. And the paintings of men and women hanging on the walls must also be descendants of the owner of the mansion.
This used to be a noble family with a large population. β
Li Ang said indifferently: "But I checked the oil frame just now, and I didn't find the surname or family name from it. If you want to get more clues, you still have to go up and search for them yourself. β
"Hmm."
Dong Feng Po nodded, turned his head, and looked at the evil thoughts and stonemasons on the steps below, only to find that the two of them had quietly disappeared without a trace at some point, along with the forest cat that should be in the corner of the living room.
What's going on?! When?!
Dongfeng's back and cold hairs stood up instantly, those three people were all strong people above Lv10, with relatively luxurious equipment and skills.
Not to mention a mere mansion, even if an ordinary script boss comes in person, it is impossible to kill the three of them quietly and instantly.
"Brother Liβ"
Dong Feng Po seemed to realize something, and hurriedly turned his head to look at his side, but there were still traces of living people around him!
The Lv11, named Li Risheng, disappeared right next to him...
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Dongfeng tensed his body when he broke on, and took out the most powerful offensive equipment he had at this stage from the backpack bar-
A powerful baseball bat of rare quality, with the active effect "Hit a perfect home run that can easily knock lightweight enemies into the air".
Dong Feng Po gently put the bulky flashlight on the ground, clenched the solid metal baseball bat with both hands, and did not dare to get close to the wall again, so he could only shrink up and cautiously wait for the abnormality to appear.
Exhale, inhale.
In the hall, he was the only one left breathing, and the surroundings were quiet, and the falling needles could be heard.
Zizi β
The wall lamps flickered and emitted a noise of radio waves, from a warm and soft yellow light, to a red, a dark red, and a scarlet glow.
In the dim environment, Dong Fengpo's pupils continued to expand, and he saw that the hand-woven carpet spread on the floor of the living room was inexplicably slowly arched and gradually deformed,
Like mud, like paste, it slowly rises, outlining the silhouette of a humanoid figure that almost fills half of the small living room.