Walking through the legendary abandoned underground passage to the hall on the second basement floor of the gymnasium, the whole process is like entering hell in William's opinion.

When the door of "hell" opened with a "clang", a strong light pierced his eyes, William subconsciously blocked his eyes with his hand, and it took a long time to see that it was the dazzling light emitted by Ryan holding an emergency light in his hand.

Beside him stood the tall "Minotaur" of Tarzan, two behemoths staring at William and Bastian like two guardians of hell.

A gloomy wind blew from the darkness behind them, carrying an unpleasant and unfamiliar smell. William saw that Bastian beside him had covered his nose and was sick. It was the smell of putrefaction, mildew, dampness, and shadowiness, and William couldn't find the corresponding adjective in his mind for a moment, and if he had to give it a concrete substance, it should probably be called "doom".

There was a dark passage ahead, and the two of them dared to enter, and the metal door slammed shut behind them.

The glow of the emergency lights flickered in front of him, and the minotaur whom Ryan called Samson followed closely behind him and Bastian.

William was amazed at how light and skilful Ryan was in his peath as he navigated the small puddles of water on the ground, and he himself was still dazed in the dim light, and had to step on the zigzag of Ryan's footprints.

The one-meter-eight William still had a hard time keeping up with the tall tackles of the rugby team, he heard the leather shoes under his feet dripping through the damp water and making a kicking sound from time to time, suddenly, William accidentally kicked an unknown object and almost slipped himself, the object flew out and hit the wall next to him, and bounced back with a bang, and the minotaur behind them screamed and cursed a string of unbearable swear words.

After walking for a while, William's eyes could easily see clearly, and as soon as he turned his head sideways, he was startled by a huge bloody handprint that appeared on the bare concrete wall, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Without squinting, he continued to walk forward for a while, the brighter the light, and after walking more than a dozen steps, Ryan in front simply turned off the emergency light in his hand.

William's gaze crossed Ryan's shoulder, trying to see what lay ahead, and he found themselves in a large room, surprisingly large, beyond the most exaggerated imagination in his mind, three walls were black, it was not post-modern art, it was purely a basement waterproof coating, and yet the white graffiti painted on the walls was unsettling.

Bastian's hand tugging at his sleeve tightened rather than let go, and William looked back at him, finding his terrified gaze looking at the other wall of the room.

It is not so much a wall as a rough rock exposed after the mountain has been split, and at first glance it looks like a torso that has been dismembered and has been bled out, and the surface of the wall is extremely irregular, sloping towards the interior of the house, as if it is about to collapse, giving people a sense of oppression.

William could not tell if the wall was man-made or the natural topography at the foundation of the house.

In the middle of the wall, there was a notch of strange shape, as if it had been blown open by explosives, and if you looked closely, it turned out to be a quaint and strange-looking fireplace, and there was a sound of peeling and peeling, which was the sound of the moisture in the wood being dried and fully burning.

William was secretly surprised that he had lived in the school for more than three years, and he was no less familiar with the school inside and outside than his own home, but he didn't know that there was such a strange and secluded place somewhere on campus.

"Wait a minute, I'll go see if the boss is here." As he spoke, Ryan strode towards the other end of the big house.

William had to turn his attention to the strange things in the house, as if this would reduce the fear and uneasiness in his heart.

He walked around the leather sofa in the center of the room, and stopped in front of a large locked wooden box, on which lay a huge tattered oil painting, in which the girl was very beautiful, but he did not dare to look directly at the girl's pale face, and always felt that there was a hint of ominous air on that face.

Next to the wooden box is a broken three-fold mirror screen, on which hangs a long white silk nightgown with lace, the silk part of the dressing gown has begun to yellow, but the lace part is still white, as if recording the vicissitudes of life, and the lace at the corner of the skirt has speckled brown marks, like dried blood......

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.