Leon took out the pony puppet and asked Evil Wunian to discern whether it matched his memory.

After receiving an affirmative answer, he talked to the rest of his teammates, and he also found Croatoan's English text in the pulley.

"Every time an anomalous organ is encountered, a memory of the mansion's past is triggered."

Leon glanced at Evil Thoughtless and said, "The words on the pulley set prove one point—even if Evil Thoughtless dies completely, we won't be without information.

It is still possible to connect the clue to Loanoke Island through that line of English. ”

Evil Wunian felt cold inexplicably, thought of something, and asked the other three, "By the way, what about Dongfeng Po?" Didn't you find him? ”

"Nope."

The stonemason shook his head, "After we each completed a mission objective and converged, we have searched most of the mansion,

I kept making noise halfway, but I didn't get a response from Dongfeng Po, and I didn't find any clues about him, so I finally found this utility room. ”

“...”

Evil Wunian was silent for a moment.

He struggled to survive in this cargo well for so long, and finally managed to survive with the help of his teammates.

Dong Fengpo, who is missing, has not responded, and the system prompt has not sounded...

There is no room for optimism.

"Let's go."

The stonemason shook his head and said indifferently, "Hurry up, it's time for us to continue searching the house." ”

Regardless of whether Dong Fengpo is dead or alive now, it is always right to search the mansion and find abnormal organs quickly.

The four players leave the utility room and continue along the hallway.

Located on the basement level, this corridor runs through the left and right ends of the mansion, and the walls are made of solid blue masonry, spacious, straight and bright – a sign that the builders of the mansion were in a good financial position in the first place.

Everyone entered the servant's bedroom and other rooms to search, but did not find any clues, and as time passed, the possibility of Dongfeng's survival was also decreasing.

The last room in the corridor is a wine cellar with a low arched stone door, shelves filled with dusty bottles, and oak barrels stacked in the corners.

The forest cat, as before, took a picture of the cellar and still found nothing.

"This is the last house in the mansion."

The forest cat frowned and said, "Where are Dong Feng Po and those special organs?" ”

"Do you want to go back and search for it?" Evil Wunian asked, "Search again from the living room on the first floor?" ”

"Wait, I found it."

The stonemason groping around in the corner shouted back, and he removed the oak barrels stacked in the corner, crouched down, and stared at a large field of light-colored square tiles in the corner.

He used a paper cutter to dig into the cracks in the wall bricks, gently pried open the bricks and stones, and dismantled them, revealing a dark passage of a man-tall circle that winds downward.

"Is this it?"

The stonemason looked inside with a flashlight, but there was no strange smell in the air, and his reconnaissance skills showed no signs of poisoning.

"The air inside is flowing."

The stonemason listened intently for a while, then looked at the wires taped to the stone walls of the secret passage, turned to his teammates and said, "There are traces of wires here, and it is estimated that they will lead to places like the generator room."

Do you want to go down? ”

It's a strange thing to have a power source in a silent uninhabited mansion, and even if the player doesn't notice the secret passage, they can find it by guiding it through the wires.

In other words, this secret passage is probably the path to other strange organs.

If you go down, you will definitely go down,

The stonemason and the evil mindless walked in the front, the forest cat with the camera in hand taking a picture every once in a while followed, and Leon walked in the back,

He clutched the stone arm in his hand and pounded regularly on the stone wall, listening to the echo.

Along a winding staircase, the four players descended for some distance to reach the solid surface.

It was another stone corridor in a confined space, devoid of any light, and extending for a considerable distance in the darkness.

"Ho-ho-"

The sound of hard breathing, echoed in a room at the front of the hallway, sounded like the sound of inhaling after the airway had been cut. The room was near a winding staircase, and a hole had been artificially carved in the outer wall, through which countless wires were densely packed and extended into the room.

This is the generator room. ’

The stonemason said secretly in his heart, and instead of rushing forward, he first turned his head and glanced at his companion, and motioned for the forest cat to take a picture of the room.

Although the forest cat did not explain the specific special effects of [Divination Polaroid], the players present were all human spirits, and just looking at her performance, I roughly guessed that this could be a functional item of the prediction and detection type.

The forest cat doesn't talk nonsense either, picks up the camera and takes a picture towards the room.

This is the first time that [Divination Polaroid] has taken effect, and I saw that the photo was pitch black, and I couldn't see any brilliance at all.

'What's the situation?' Could it be that a black man would be standing here after ten minutes and blocking the camera lens? ’

The forest cat did not believe in evil, and after the divination Polaroid effect was buffered, he changed the angle and took another picture towards the house and the corridor.

The newly washed out photos are still pitch black.

The forest cat frowned, put away the camera with a gloomy face, and shook his head at the stonemason,

The latter silently picked up the paper cutter, gestured to his teammates, and climbed up the outer wall of the room himself, peering in through the hole in the wall through which the wires had passed.

The modest room was filled with a few large, crude diesel generators, but the most striking thing was a wooden table in the middle of the room.

On the wooden table was the head of an old woman, shriveled and withered, like a gray-black air-dried pineapple.

"Ho-ho-"

The head struggled to breathe like a broken bellows, but with no torso, she could only open and close her mouth, inhale in vain, and pump air out of the trachea in the cross-section of her neck.

Almost at the moment when the stonemason noticed that the old woman's head and his own pupils had suddenly contracted,

The air-dried pineapple-like head seemed to sense the stonemason's prying eyes, and suddenly opened its shriveled eyes, and a majestic and surging invisible energy rose around it.

The air rippled, and the formless and insubstantial energy condensed into sharp spears, piercing through the solid and heavy walls and hitting the stonemasons lying on the walls.

Bang –

The stonemason rolled and flew out, slamming the whole person against the corridor wall, and the left arm that acted as a cushion was twisted and skewed abnormally, and the forearm and upper arm were at a ninety degree angle in reverse, falling straight to the ground.

"Be careful, she'll read power...."

The stonemason fell to the ground, screaming loudly, and at the same time, regardless of the pain, stretched out his right hand to hold the wrist of his left arm, and slammed it so hard that he heard a "click" and he actually broke back the dislocated and twisted left arm.