But the two of them walked through the passage for a while, and the mysterious voice seemed to disappear, for it never sounded in his head again.

Could it be that because Pierce didn't do what it commanded, it disappeared automatically? He rejoiced in his heart.

It seems that mental illness is not a big deal, as long as the will is strong enough, there is nothing that cannot be overcome.

Is this a more serious symptom of mental illness? He shook his head as hard as he could, as if by doing so, he would get the strange sound out of his head.

"Quick, to the left, the left is the right way."

"What's wrong?"

"Jonny, are you talking?"

"Well, it's the same for me anyway, I'll just trust your feelings." Jonny shrugged and headed down the road to the right.

"This is...... Vincent's oil lamp! ”

"By the way, this is it, come in." Jonny walked in front with the oil lamp, followed by Pierce, and the two walked cautiously down.

The long, narrow stone staircase leads to the ground and is made of stone bricks, and the walls of the passage are covered with porcelain tiles.

At first, it was very dry, but as the two went deeper, the road became more and more slippery, and the traces of artificial decoration on the rock walls on both sides continued to weaken, and finally became a natural cave; And the steps under their feet are just platforms that can barely be called steps carved out of the slope.

"It's okay, maybe I'm too nervous, keep walking." The two of them continued to walk downward.

The long, narrow stone staircase leads to the ground and is made of stone bricks, and the walls of the passage are covered with porcelain tiles.

At first, it was very dry, but as the two went deeper, the road became more and more slippery, and the traces of artificial decoration on the rock walls on both sides continued to weaken, and finally became a natural cave; And the steps under their feet are just platforms that can barely be called steps carved out of the slope.

"There is a fork in the road, we only have this oil lamp, it is impossible to act separately, which way should we go?" In this gloomy underground cavern, the oil lamp in Jonny's hand was the only source of light for the two of them.

With that, he held up the oil lamp to see how much oil was left inside, and it was about 1/5 burned. Jonny walked in front with the oil lamp, followed by Pierce, and the two walked cautiously down.

"I've already learned the horror of this underground labyrinth as early as Warehouse 31 on Blackwater Island." Pierce remembered the experiences he had creeped out yesterday by the underground river, and now that he was about to step into this underground labyrinth, it made him feel a little uneasy.

"The labyrinth is not terrible, what is really terrible is the Minotaur who lives in it." He tried to make his voice sound like he was joking.

"Come here." Pierce suddenly heard what seemed to be a low male voice whispering in his ear.

"It's supposed to go this way." Jonny turned, and the oil lamp illuminated the nearby rock wall, where there was a half-man's hole.

The weight of the heavy oil lamp in his hand made him feel happy, and his steps unconsciously quickened a lot.

On the other side of the corner, there was another cliff, and Pierce didn't have time to regret it, so he felt that his feet were empty, and the kick of his hind foot on the edge of the cliff caused him to flip 80 degrees in the air, and the feeling of weightlessness hit his whole body.

He looked up, and by the faint light of the oil lamp, he saw Jonny standing on the edge of the cliff looking at him, with a smile on his face that seemed to be absent.

"Well, it's the same for me anyway, I'll just trust your feelings." Jonny shrugged and headed down the road to the right.

The two of them walked down the steps for a while, the slope gradually smoothing out, and the steps gradually disappeared.

A little further on, a huge crater appeared in front of them. On the dome of the pit, huge stone stalactites that have been deposited for centuries hang down; The bottom of the crater was connected to the sea, and the two of them could hear the loud sound of the waves crashing against the rock wall through the hollow.

"Well, it's the same for me anyway, I'll just trust your feelings." Jonny shrugged and headed down the road to the right.

"Talk? I didn't speak, what's wrong? Jonny, who was walking ahead, stopped and looked back at Pierce.

"This is...... Vincent's oil lamp! ”

"Jonny, are you talking?" Is this a more serious symptom of mental illness? He shook his head as hard as he could, as if by doing so, he would get the strange sound out of his head.

Is this a more serious symptom of mental illness? He shook his head as hard as he could, as if by doing so, he would get the strange sound out of his head.

"Wait." He patted Jonny on the shoulder and motioned for him to stop.

"It sees, this secret passage was dug on the foundation of a natural cave, and I have long heard from those drunks that there is a network of natural caves under Blackwater Island that extends in all directions. In addition to the treacherous conditions of the surrounding seas, the labyrinthine underground caverns have become an excellent bulwark against foreign enemies for the first pirates to occupy the area, and perhaps we are now stepping on the work of those bastards. Jonny walked ahead with the oil lamp, followed by Pierce, and the two walked cautiously down.

The weight of the heavy oil lamp in his hand made him feel happy, and his steps unconsciously quickened a lot.

"Well, if we can go back after we touch it."

"This is...... Vincent's oil lamp! As if stimulated by the antagonistic consciousness in Pierce's mind, the voice sounded again, and the words were full of seduction.

"There is a fork in the road, we only have this oil lamp, it is impossible to act separately, which way should we go?" In this gloomy underground cavern, the oil lamp in Jonny's hand was the only source of light for the two of them.

With that, he held up the oil lamp to see how much oil was left inside, and it was about 1/5 burned.

"Could it be that he calculated it a long time ago?" That was the last thought that crossed Pierce's mind.

Pierce was so nervous that he broke out in a cold sweat, and Johnny next to him noticed something strange about him.

"Talk? I didn't speak, what's wrong? Jonny, who was walking ahead, stopped and looked back at Pierce.

"Left, go left." The mysterious voice rang out in Pierce's head. The plan was already in place, and Pierce decided to act immediately.

"Yes, it should be, but I don't think we can be sure if it was Mr. or Mrs. Vincent who was holding the oil lamp." And just now, as Jonny said

The "casual choice" coincided with the bewitchment of the mysterious voice in his head. It can be said that something suspicious appears once or twice, but if it happens repeatedly, then it can no longer be prevaricated by coincidence, and with his shadow and the expression he inadvertently observed, Pierce can almost conclude that he is the author of all these anomalies.

"Are we going to crawl into it?" Pierce asked. Is this a more serious symptom of mental illness?

He shook his head as hard as he could, as if by doing so, he would get the strange sound out of his head.