William felt a tingling in his scalp, and immediately looked away, and when he looked up, his eyes were facing a huge spider web in the corner of the wall, on which was entrenched a huge spider, and the terrible hairs and patterns on the legs were clearly visible.

William felt the urge to run away, as he seemed to have seen the room filled with ghosts in medieval costumes, and the big, muscular men sitting on the couch with dull expressions were zombies for them to drive.

"Please come in." Ryan said as he walked over to the three of them.

In the afterglow, the Minotaur still cut off his way behind them as quarterbacks, and he and Bastian were almost semi-coerced into another, more dilapidated room.

After bringing William and Bastian into the room, Ryan and the Minotaur retreated in good order.

As soon as he entered, William smelled the choking smell of smoke, a spicy taste of strong chocolate that is characteristic of burning Panamanian cigars.

A crisp high-five rang out, William's gaze followed, and at the end of the huge Harkness round table, in the place that originally belonged to the teacher, an elephant gray leather high-backed swivel chair turned around at an extremely slow speed, and on the chair sat Quentin Morgan, the leader of the Blue Zion Retreat.

"Welcome!" Quentin's voice was like a bell, and between his middle and index fingers was a lit, dark brown stout cigar, and white smoke swirled around Quentin, and in the smoke was Quentin's cynical smiling face.

There were six or seven people sitting in this room, and there were so many obnoxious big guys outside, if there was only one entrance, he and Bastian wouldn't want to escape in an emergency!

The thought of this made William's heart pound, and the feeling of nervousness and fear was even stronger than when he first arrived, so that he could not fully recall how he had come here, and entered this room, the previous memories were fragmented, and those scenes were shattered in William's mind into alternating shots, shaking chaotically, and those had only happened a few minutes ago.

He quickly scanned the room, trying in vain to find a way to escape, but the sight of it made him even more desperate.

The room was four or five times larger than their usual classroom, and the sturdy, thick concrete walls were crisscrossed with pipes that had begun to peel off, revealing the walls with brownish-red rust.

Surrounded by old furniture from the mid-nineteenth century, they are discarded and discarded, stacked haphazardly and depressingly.

The most eye-catching thing is the gorgeous grand piano in the corner of the house, which is very discordant with the atmosphere of the whole house, the white body of the large white piano has accumulated thick ash, the lid is open, and it can be seen from the dull and yellowish keys that this piano is really old. On the large, streamlined top plate of the piano was a dusty tweed top hat, and next to the top hat was a bouquet of roses that had long since dried. Sadly, one of the legs of the piano was broken, and the body leaned crookedly against the wall, like a lame gentleman in a fine costume, opening his huge mouth and gasping for breath.

The old-fashioned Harkness round table in front of me was thicker and bulkier than the one used in class on a regular basis. A thick, protruding iron bar with rounded corners runs through the right side of the tabletop, and its function seems to be to reunite the two halves of the tabletop, like a Band-Aid used to hide the scar, but in vain to make the scar more visible.

On the table was an old-fashioned radio with protruding knobs, large and bulky, presumably from the last century, and brown and white cigarette butts piled up in the crystal ashtray of unknown shape in front of Quentin.

At this moment, there was already a row of tall boys sitting on the leather circle chair on the inside of the table, and the four in the middle were all too familiar to him, from left to right: Jacob, Hunter, Sean, and Luis.

They were all in the same grade as Quentin, William, and Bastian, and over the past three years or so, William had crossed paths with each of them in the classroom and extracurricular activities. He clearly knew that they were the bosses of the school's mysterious organization, the Blue Zion Retreat.

William sneered in his heart, these rich dicks who usually dragged him all the time, for more than three years, they were willing to take the lead for someone, which made him feel incredible.

The few people on the other side were quite face-saving for William, and they barely managed to squeeze out a little smile on their stiff faces.

Quentin's eyes had been looking at William and Bastian with interest, as if they were looking for a nutritious and delicious takeaway that they had been waiting for a long time.

He looked more casual than usual, wearing an oversized black sweatshirt embroidered with a raised white skull pattern, which matched the large white gold skull ring on his left index finger.

In order to show his hospitality, Quentin sat up slightly straighter, symbolically bowed slightly, stretched out his arms, and said a brief "sit" to the two people standing in the middle of the room, without even adding "please".

As if he had been granted amnesty, Bastian sat down in the nearest chair.

William didn't sit still, his eyes fell on Quentin's high-cocked feet, his big feet in the size 49 black and white Nike limited edition sneakers, shaking slightly, as if everything was under control.

No, no matter what, you can't let your old opponent see your nervousness, William admonished himself, he took a deep breath quietly, he tried to calm his mind, mobilize all the courage and wisdom in his subconscious, and drive away the fear and nervousness of the moment, he knew that if he wanted to leave this room alive, he had to stay calm.

He was still thinking about the thing: where was the other exit?

Obviously, there is another passage in this underground space, and Quentin and his gang enter this basement and do not follow the same path as them.

"What? Don't want me to take a tour? William stalled as he continued to observe the room, eventually spotting two doors next to a pair of crumbling cabinets. Without thinking, he walked straight to one of the carved wooden doors.

Quentin narrowed his eyes, exhaled a puff of smoke, and snapped his fingers handsomely.

Kevin stepped in front of William in a few steps, twisted the doorknob with his big hand, and the door opened with a "click".

Then, Kevin retreated to his side in good training, and William thought to himself: Quentin really has the skill to be a master, and even someone like Kevin can bow down.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Nicholas standing on the other side of him.

The moment he saw Nicholas, William felt a burst of ecstasy that an undercover agent he had planted inside the Blue Zion Retreat was also there. He was convinced that even after a long period of immersion in the hierarchical aristocratic culture of the Blue Zion Hermitage, Nicholas was still the man with a deep-rooted sense of commoner consciousness and justice.

William would never have used this pawn until the critical moment, but if he encountered danger here, Nicholas would definitely come to his aid.

William raised an eyebrow and glanced at Quentin mockingly, "What?" Brought me to such an impermeable room like an iron bucket, and actually sent two football quarterbacks to protect me, was it because I was afraid that I would not be able to escape? ”

With that, he pushed the carved wooden door, and the hinges creaked, and the room was in shambles before William's eyes.

In the middle of the red carpet is a small wooden horse that is worn out, and a row of tall old-fashioned wardrobes are placed against the wall, the paint on them has been peeled off, but the huge relief carvings are still exquisite, and the material of this cabinet can be roughly judged from the exposed wood color of red cherry wood from the mountains and forests of the northeast.

The door of one of the wardrobes had sunk, and a dazzling array of children's toys had scattered from inside, including colorful dolls, bear dolls, cars, and stethoscopes...... They were lying in the dust on the ground, and without exception they were also covered with a thick layer of ash, which looked a little strange and terrifying.

William secretly thought to himself, this room has no windows, there are no extra doors on the four walls, and it is even more impossible under the carpet, this place is already at least as deep as the fourth basement, where can he go down? There should be no possibility of a secret passage in this room, so he grabbed the doorknob and gently closed the door.

William walked towards another carved door, and Nicholas took a step ahead and unscrewed the doorknob with a blank face.

The room was empty, except for a solid carved high-backed double bed with four pillars, which stood against the wind and frost of time in a gesture of independence from the world.

The wooden bed was almost as large as a small house, and its four pillars and ceiling were surrounded by drapery of precious golden-green satin-heavy silk that hung down from the round arched carved wooden crown near the roof to the ground, and below fell heavy tassels of golden tassels, half of which were lost in the dust.

In the middle of the curtain, a sharp object was torn out of a large opening, and the silk fabric that drooped down was softly folded down, and there seemed to be some dirty and suspicious marks on it.

Looking through the large opening, the bed is decorated with luxurious leather and golden-green velvet, and the high, thick mattress is covered with a luxurious gold and red fitted sheet...... William's mind was filled with the intimate and beautiful rumors about Quentin, and he couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach.

A feeling of disgust gripped his body, and he was about to withdraw his gaze, but through the silk and tulle, he saw a small wooden door looming behind the large bed. William's heart was beating wildly, and if it wasn't a direct exit, it could at least lead to another room.

"Looks like you like my yard?" Quentin's voice came from the outroom.

William slammed the door shut, and now that he was sure of his exit, he strode back to Harkness's table, and asked with his hands propped on the table; "So, what did you call me to do here? My time is at a cost......"