So the two of them exited the room. Ph’ngluimglw’nafhLviat'hahnwgah’naglfhtagn

"That's right, whoever it was, he must have been suffering intensely and staggering, that's why he left his palm print in such a low position." Pierce snapped his eyes open and sat up straight, feeling as if something was pressing on his chest so hard that he couldn't breathe, so he had to gasp hard and even untie the collar of his shirt - but it was all in vain.

"That's right, whoever it was, he must have been suffering intensely and staggering, that's why he left his palm print in such a low position."

"Poor fellow." Jonny muttered.

"How could I possibly do such a thing." In the blink of an eye, Pierce found himself surrounded by this group of black-robed people again.

They formed a circle and enclosed Pierce in the middle, their faces hidden in the shadow of their hoods, and they couldn't see their faces, but Pierce could hear the words coming out of their mouths: "Now, let's see if there was anything that was missed last night." Jonny turned to look at Pierce.

"Or maybe there's someone else in the room that's burned."

"This ......" Pierce looked up at Johnny, is this true? If that's the case, everything makes sense, from the inside of the sealed mansion, from the worried Babylple, the Divine Circle - the Vincents seem to be terrified of something supernatural, something that is called in the mouths of demon worshippers

"God", is this possible?

"Look here." Pierce motioned for Jonny to look to the right, and a black palm print was impressively printed on the wallpaper, the force of which was exaggerated and left a slight depression in the stone bricks of the wall.

"There is no doubt that this was left by Mr. Vincent after the fire, unless Mrs. Vincent could have left such a large handprint." Pierce was so frightened that he jumped out of bed, kicked over the toys in front of him, and fled the room, and the moment he left the room, the evil laughter seemed to stop abruptly, and he saw the other end of the hallway, where Jonny was walking towards it.

"Wait, let me get this first." Jonny walked to the side of the bookshelf and picked up an oil lamp and a pack of matches that had been placed there, and he held it up to his eyes and shook it, nodding in satisfaction.

In front of the painting is an exaggerated briefcase with books stacked neatly on the table, and in one corner of the table is a large and luxurious globe, its spheres and brackets made of pure gold, the latitude and longitude lines and continental plates made of silver, and some important cities marked with diamonds.

"Secret Passage!" He said excitedly. In the blink of an eye, Pierce found himself surrounded by this group of black-robed people again.

They formed a circle and surrounded Pierce in the middle, their faces hidden in the shadow of their hoods, and they couldn't see their faces, but Pierce could hear the words coming out of their mouths: "I've never been in either, I didn't expect it to be so exaggerated." ”