"Be louder, do you turn left or go straight?"

"There's an upward passage here, what? In spite of? Good ......."

"Damn, I touched the shit!"

……

The faint sound of scolding in the headset made Joe laugh a little, but when she carefully looked at the architectural drawing in her hand, she gradually came back to her senses.

"Charles, are you sure this drawing is a map of the old prison sewers?" She looked suspiciously at Charles not far away.

"That's what the old cleaner and I said anyway." Charles was sitting in his chair at this time, fiddling with a laptop in a slightly rusty way, and replied absentmindedly when he heard the words.

"But how can 19th-century architectural drawings be similar to modern ones?" Joe muttered, a little puzzled.

She stared thoughtfully at the drawing on the table, which was full of messy lines, but she didn't ask anything more.

Just as they were about to smash the wall, Charles, who had gone out to watch the wind, suddenly brought back this old architectural drawing.

It depicts the distribution of abandoned sewer pipes beneath the 19th-century prison, from which they find a most likely hiding place for the ghosts, as well as the way forward - they have to enter it through an abandoned entrance and climb in.

So at the moment the Winchester brothers are climbing down the sewers.

The architectural drawings are a bit peculiar, but the road is indeed real.

After thinking about it for a long time, Joe finally forgot about it, and then she looked at Charles, and said earnestly as if educating her little brother: "Charles, I think you should go with them, it can help somewhat, at least it's better than sitting here." ”

Glancing at her, Charles was noncommittal: "As a normal person, I can't do such a thing as climbing the sewers." ”

"What does it matter? It was a sewer that had been abandoned for more than 100 years. ”

"You heard it, there is still excrement in it for more than 100 years."

Joe was helpless. But it's hard to say much.

She had brought Charles here in the first place, but now it was impossible to force people to take risks.

She didn't think that Charles was too timid or scared to go, after all, being able to come with her was a testament to the other party's courage.

And he has always been very calm.

"It's just too squeamish."

With a sigh, she began to stare intently at the "empty" white paper in her hand.

That's right, empty, there's really nothing there.

It's just that she can see the content......

Attentively studying the "old architectural drawings" in his hand, he used wireless equipment from time to time to show the brothers who climbed the sewer, and the dagger in his hand subconsciously turned around, as if he was in some kind of working state.

Soon after, the voice of Charles was heard beside her.

"I'll go downstairs to the convenience store."

"Okay." Joe responded, raising his eyes and glancing at the other party's back, but suddenly became suspicious.

"Why do you go to the convenience store and bring weapons?"

But then she was relieved to think that the dagger was his personal belongings. And the sound that came from the headset next made her even more unfocused.

The Winchester brothers had arrived at the dungeon.

……

At the sound of chirping rats, a wire hidden in the wall was bitten off, and all electronic devices in the old apartment were violently extinguished.

A faint scolding voice appeared from the surrounding room, and Charles strolled down the corridor on the second floor of the apartment with a rope on his shoulder, his gaze sweeping overhead, and the surveillance camera that had lost its power supply was now a waste.

So Charles can do his own thing without any scruples.

"Number 227."

Looking up at the house number, he knocked on the door.

There was no response for a long time, so Charles reached out to the doorknob in front of his eyes and signaled that a spell called the Medium's Hand was activated.

The hand was clenched, the air turned, and after a slight click, the door opened from the inside.

The empty but messy room proves that it is clearly inhabited, but not at home.

After a few glances, Charles pulled out his Valyrian dagger.

"Sorry to scare you."

Muttering, he strode towards a wall in his bedroom near the bathroom.

Summon a swarm of rats, ethereal skins, and the hand of a medium.

The path he chose was different from that of the bandage man, so he couldn't use some of the other party's "inheritance", but his aunt's could still be fully used.

Therefore, in just half a month after coming to this world, he learned these three spells one after another.

It's fast.

"I just don't know what level it is in this world."

Thinking about it, the dagger in his hand was plunged directly into the surface of the wallpaper-covered synthetic board right now, and the sharp Valyrian steel was clearly not something that this mixed wood wall could stop.

So he held his hands and tugged at the wall, and before long a hole appeared in front of him with enough space to pass through.

Turning his head to look at the door, the latch of the door that he had inserted was obviously unable to open even if someone outside opened the door.

He ignored it, and walked into a narrow gap behind the wall, carrying a rope.

It's not clear if apartment buildings in the United States have such gaps behind walls, but thanks to rats, Charles knows what to expect here.

The air around him was dreary, the walls on both sides of the road were dirty and dusty, and from time to time there were damp sewer pipes, which were unbearable to rub on, but fortunately he had deliberately found a position that was not far from the target, and for about four or five minutes in this narrow and dark place, a passage that resembled a shaft came into view.

Looking down along the passage, about two meters away, there is a grid-like iron plate, and below, a faint figure swayed, and a small sound followed.

That's the goal.

In addition to the abandoned sewers, there is actually another road in the ghost's lair, a more convenient and faster road that the ghost usually uses to lurk in the apartment.

This road was reserved for the Shire, so that they could reach the site without having to climb the sewers.

As for why they didn't tell the Winchester brothers about this path—it wasn't that they were sneaky or mischievous, but that they couldn't squeeze in with their big physique. It's useless to say it.

It seemed to be bustling down there, and Charles didn't hesitate to tie the rope to the rusty iron pipe next to it, and then climbed down the shaft.

He has good physical fitness, and it is not a struggle to do this kind of thing. Dangling along the ropes, his footsteps finally landed gently, sweeping around the mess that resembled a roof gap in the ceiling, and Charles looked down.

Through the grid-like iron fence, the figures of the two Winchester brothers came into view.

Beneath is a hidden clearing, dimly lit, damp and gloomy, surrounded by walls covered in steel, forming a circular clearing.

This is actually a dungeon, with steel cages embedded in the walls around the circle, which may have been used to hold felons in the past, but are now abandoned and used by a ghost.

Looking down, the two brothers seemed to be very leisurely at the moment. They were watching from the edge of the dungeon, and in front of them, a dirty "figure" dressed in Victorian gentleman's clothing stood in the clearing of the dungeon, surrounded by a circle of white powder, and was whirling and wailing hoarsely.

[Salt Ring Trap: A ghost trap made of edible salt cloth to restrain the spirits, and the ghosts trapped in it cannot cross the salt ring, nor can they use any supernatural abilities]

……

Salt restrained ghost-like monsters, there was something about this world that was puzzling, but now Charles didn't have the heart to think about it.

Obviously, he was a step too late at this time, and the two brothers had already "solved" the ghost.

I was a little surprised by the speed of these two people, and I regretted that I didn't see the true strength of the ghost.

But then, he touched his chin and looked thoughtfully at the figures of the brothers below.

"The protagonist shouldn't die so easily, right? And I remember that they will also be resurrected by angels when they die......"

Muttering, Charles secretly apologized, then squatted down, raised his hand and gestured slightly.

Under the murmur of the incantation, a faint mouse cry sounded.