Andrew stood in his chair, straightened his arms, removed the lid from the vent, and I leaned forward slightly to take the lid from him, but he jumped out of the chair before me. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Right shoulder, don't move." Andrew looked at me and threw the lid of the vent in his hand on the floor tiles at his feet.

Oh, yes.

I pursed my lips and nodded.

"Gella—" A few steps away, Colin pushed a large white cabinet with great difficulty towards us.

The sound of the cabinet rubbing against the ground was a little harsh, Andrew frowned and glanced at Colin, who was not very good-looking, and walked to the big white cabinet in a calm voice and pushed the cabinet over. Suddenly with a help far greater than his own strength, Colin's hands instantly lost the cabinet that supported him, and he stumbled forward, almost pounced on the floor tiles, I couldn't help it, and sneered.

I have to admit that Colin's physical strength is really inversely proportional to his mental strength.

……

[I think there's a fourth way to leave.] 】

[There aren't many windows in this workshop, but most of the documents are stored that need to be kept in dry air.] 】

[In other words, there must be a vent in a corner of the ceiling, and the diameter of the vent pipe should be not small in order for the air to flow, so that all documents can be kept dry and moldy as much as possible.] 】

[I think we can get out of here through the vents.] 】

[Judging from the map, these connected rooms must share the same ventilation duct system.] 】

[So, as long as we don't go in the wrong direction, we should be able to reach the termination through the staggered ventilation pipes.] 】

……

Colin's calm voice echoed in my head, and I looked up slightly at the vent with the white lid removed, the square entrance to the black hole, and I couldn't see the depths.

Colin is right.

We carefully inspected every part of the ceiling and found that the gray ceiling had square vents at each of the four corners, and the vents were so large in diameter that even the tall Andrew could pass through.

Andrew and James silently agreed with the lad's plan.

This means that we don't have to face zombies to get to our final destination.

I looked back and saw Andrew move the large white cabinet under the vent, and although Andrew could touch the ceiling just by standing on a chair, the remaining three people didn't seem to have enough arm strength to pull up the ventilation pipe, so they needed to use the height of the cabinet.

As we made our preparations, James was silent and looked at the map in his hand over and over again.

"Although this lad's advice is good, unfortunately we can't get to the end directly." In the middle of the night, James looked up.

"Why?" I frowned in confusion.

James turned the map in his hand over, stood up, and faced us.

"The ventilation duct system doesn't have a branch that goes straight to the termination, so we can only get to the room closest to the termination, but that room is marked on the map and is locked and is mainly used to store the finished product that hasn't left the factory, which means ......"

"We need to get the keys first." Andrew glanced up at the map in James' hand.

"That's right, we need to go to the distribution room first and get the key."

I looked at the crumpled map, leaning back against the large iron cabinet and biting my lower lip at James.

“…… James, I have a question. ”

James unhurriedly put away the map and looked at me with an eyebrow.

"How did you find the room at the end of the termination?"

James patiently folded the map in his hand, calmly put it back in his pocket, and straightened his black shirt.

"I entered the factory through a side door, but unfortunately I was besieged by three zombies. I ran into a room and locked the door, and when I turned around, I found a stone platform in the center of the room, about knee-high. I approached and saw the words 'Terminating End' engraved on the stone platform, but unfortunately I was not a sacrifice, otherwise I would ......" James paused, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his deep gaze fell on me, full of scrutiny and speculation.

Otherwise, the heavenly punishment will be over.

I guessed what he was going to say, but his gaze was a little suspicious, and I couldn't see it all over.

I seemed to nod my head, and looked away with pretended composure.

I suspect the old fox has learned to read minds.

Stared at by his suspicious eyes, there is always an uneasiness that all thoughts will be seen through in the next second.

And this uneasiness seems to be exactly what he needs to capture.

As soon as the prey is exposed a little in front of him, he is able to make his own judgment right away.

I was silent, and suddenly it dawned on me why even the angry Vic didn't dare to resist his decisions too much in the church library. The old gentleman was born with an inexplicable aura, majestic, and dangerous, as if no secret could be hidden from his eyes, and the uneasiness seen through was unbearable.

"James, you go first." Andrew looked sideways at the old gentleman and added, "No comment." ”

James weighed a few seconds and nodded.

He is the only one of the four who has a map for navigation.

In narrow, staggered, dust-strewn ventilation ducts, a sense of direction is crucial.

Narrow......

I don't know why, but the thought of this word sends a chill down my spine.

Confinement, suffocation, darkness......

I suddenly became inexplicably worried.

Is there really an exit at the other end of the ventilation duct?

Is there a possibility that we will be trapped in that narrow and dark passage forever......

James stepped on the chair, slowed down, climbed onto the cabinet, he maintained a squatting position, unhurriedly re-unfolded the map, discerned the direction, James first put the map on the vent above his head, slowly stood up straight, elbowed the ventilation duct, moved a little and climbed in.

"Imp." Andrew looked at Colin.

Knowing what Andrew meant, Colin lowered his head and stepped on the chair imitating James's movements, I watched him stand tremblingly on the cabinet, his center of gravity shook unsteadily, his face turned white with fright, and he hurriedly squatted down with his hands clamping the cabinet under his feet, gritting his teeth for fear of falling down.

I leaned against the iron cabinet, heard footsteps in my ears, and looked back at Andrew who walked to my side.

Noticing that he was holding a long strip of black cloth and a wool thread that he had found out of nowhere, I frowned in confusion.

Andrew walked up to me and looked at me with slightly lowered eyes, but I met those eyes, but they were as calm as ever.

"Left hand." He instructed calmly.

“…… Do? ”

"I'll explain that later."

……

I raised my left hand in obedience.

Andrew was a little clumsy and wrapped the yarn around my wrist and tied it in a knot. He pursed his lips and looked at it for a few seconds, as if he didn't think the knot was strong enough, tied a few more dead knots, and tugged hard to make sure it didn't fall off my wrist, and he took my arm and put it down.

“…… Mr. Andrew Gray, can you tell me now? I looked up at him.

Andrew lowered his head and tied the other end of the yarn to his wrist.

"What did I tell you when I was still on the dirt bike?" He asked without looking up.

“…… Don't look up. I replied, watching him clumsily fiddle with the soft yarn, which was tied and loosened and loosened, as if deliberately against him.

I was amused, and I saw Andrew unconsciously clench his lower lip.

…… The man was as impatient as ever.

So, I approached him, patted off his generous hand, and tied it for him.

These palms can flexibly use guns and daggers, but they can't do such an easy job as tying wool.

"There's more to it than that." Andrew's calm gaze fell on me

"I know." I glanced at him and didn't stop moving, "I'll tell you when you're willing." ”

It seems that he has unconsciously become accustomed to being controlled by him.

Know what you should know when you see fit.

"Remember the confessional in the church?" Andrew changed his mind.

I nodded.

He rescued me trapped in the confessional by zombies, and that was the first time I saw him.

"Little girl, have you ever wondered why you passed out at that time?"

Faint?

I was stunned.

After he reminded me, I remembered that at that time, the zombies kept hitting the small confessional, I curled up and hid in that narrow space, chest tightness, dizziness, suffocation feeling of not being able to get up, and even the feeling of ants crawling and biting, and finally my mind kept switching between reality and illusion, until he solved the zombies and opened the door of the confessional, the cold air blew away all the confusion in an instant, but at that time my consciousness was ......

I never thought about it.

Why woke up on his back.

It turned out that it was because he had rescued me when I had ......

Andrew looked at me expectantly, with a look of alarm on his face.

"Little girl, you are so stupid, sooner or later you will die in heaven's punishment."

He repeated the previous words with a slight irony.

I glared at him.

"What if you pass out!"

"It means that you have claustrophobia." Andrew paused slightly, and then added calmly, "You can't stay in a small environment, those cramped feelings, feelings of oppression will make you physiologically suffocated, feverish, dizzy and even comatose." ”

My eyes widened in surprise.

"That's why I'm keeping your head down all the time in the buggy, and there's enough space in the cabin to make you feel scared."

For a moment my mind went blank and I couldn't say a word for a while.

This man ......

I know myself better than I do......

It turned out that I had claustrophobia......

A chill flashed through my heart, and I bit my lower lip gently.

I lost my memory, and I lost a lot of things at once......

Memory, emotion, physical condition......

Completely ignorant of it.

"Andrew, a quick fix." James's voice rang out from the ventilation duct, a little hoarse and muffled.

Andrew leaned down slightly, his broad palms pressed against my shoulders, and looked directly at me.

"Don't think about it, it's easy to fix."

Andrew brought the strip of black cloth in his hand to me.

"The ventilation duct can be a little narrow, so I need to cover your eyes, but don't worry, I'm right behind you, you just have to follow Colin's voice. Even if something happens, we will hold it with a thread and will not let you be left alone. ”

In his deep voice, he said his assurances word by word.

He has thought of every detail.

Including my worries, my fears......

I looked at the sincerity in his eyes, lowered my head and was silent for a few seconds, then turned around obediently.

Knowing what I meant, Andrew moved closer, and I felt the soft touch of the black strip of cloth gently against my forehead, and he tightened the strip of cloth slightly and tied it in a knot.

"When you climb up the ventilation pipe, put down the strip of cloth and cover your eyes."

Andrew's deep voice sounded behind him, and I felt his tall figure standing behind him like a thick wall, breathing with warmth, and the originally restless heart seemed to be gradually calming down. Glancing up at the entrance of the ventilation pipe, Colin leaned on the square entrance and looked at me standing on the ground, beckoning to me.

My left hand subconsciously touched the black cloth strip on my forehead, and for a moment pulled the wool thread on my wrist, and along the yarn, I turned slightly sideways, and Andrew raised his hand to help me put on the hat of my coat.