They are not mistaken.

This is the room from before, the fancy piano and the blood stains on the carpet speak for themselves. But where did the body of the prison guard go? Who will remove the corpse?

Raul and Fraser!

It's impossible, it's completely impossible, and if it weren't for them, who would it be? The one who took the map? Wasn't it Raul and Fraser who took the map?

Corpses don't disappear into thin air for no reason, where did they go, and who would be interested in their corpses?

Could it be that it was eaten by the living dead just now, and there were no bones left, and there was no residue left. It doesn't make sense, it makes perfect sense. They realized that there might be an even more terrible danger lurking here.

The three of them looked around, carefully checking to see if the room was safe now. Suddenly, they heard gunshots again, coming from where they had just walked. But just now, they didn't see anything, and everything suddenly appeared in front of them like a nightmare that fell from the sky.

In addition to the three of them, there are only two people left with guns, and that is Raul and Fraser. Kafka said angrily: "It must be those two bastards, they must have started infighting, and I will not let them go this time." ”

Kafka rushed out of the room and turned back the way he had come. Frankimir and Yulia immediately chased after him, whether the shot came from Raul and Fraser, they thought that Kafka's behavior was too reckless, but apparently they had no chance of stopping Kafka.

In the dim light, they saw a man, lying in the hallway struggling. The distance was too far for them to see the man's face.

As they continued to accelerate closer, they realized that the man was roaring, but could only make a "gurgling" sound.

Kafka, who was running at the front, finally saw the man lying on the ground clearly. That's exactly what they've been looking for, Raul, one of the members of their team of ten.

At this moment, he was lying on the ground struggling in pain, blood gushing out of his mouth like a spring, half of Raul's body was already stained red with blood, and there was a long stream of blood saliva on his chin.

Raul's face was distorted and distorted by excruciating pain, and Kafka couldn't help but shiver. He had never felt so scared, and what appeared on Raul's face was not a human expression at all, it was the face of a terrible ghost crawling out of hell.

Kafka couldn't help but raise his AK47 rifle, and suddenly felt the fetters of fate and attacked him mercilessly. The anxiety and fear made him weak, and something was just a stone's throw away.

At that moment, Kafka felt that his body no longer belonged to him. There was a dull noise beside him. A strange thing slammed out from the door facing Raul, and the huge turquoise tentacles instantly wrapped around Kafka's body and pulled him in.

The sudden despair made Kafka's muscles twitch all over his body. His hand unconsciously pulled the trigger, and the AK47 rifle fired aimlessly, hitting the ceiling, shattering the glass in the window, and even hitting Raul lying on the ground.

At the last moment, Kafka felt a gust of wind pass by. With a loud bang, strange and disgusting slime, it sprayed Kafka's body. The tentacles that had been tightly wrapping around him suddenly became loose.

Kafka tried to break free, but soon the tentacles began to tighten again, and Kafka was once again in a difficult situation, unable to move.

Another gust of wind swept against his body, causing a strong tinnitus that was unbearable, and in this fleeting moment, Kafka realized that he was able to control his body again. He retreated as desperately as he could, as if he would be dragged into hell by the demon's claws if he delayed the slightest.

When Kafka confirmed that he had escaped the clutches of the devil, he realized that it was Frankmir who had saved him from these terrible turquoise tentacles.

The gust of wind just now turned out to be the agile movement of Frankmir using the "Andreas Saw" to cut off those terrible tentacles, and the tinnitus he felt was nothing more than the roar of the chainsaw. He believed that the explosion before that must have come from a blasting bomb fired by Frankimir.

Kafka immediately realized that this did not mean that he was completely out of danger, and that more tentacles were constantly climbing out of the door.

Seeing Frankimir alone, struggling to cope with more and more tentacles, Kafka knew that he could no longer stand idly by, if Frankimir lost to these strange tentacles, then his life would be over at the same time.

He had no intention of saving Frank Mire, but he had to help, not to show mercy to the prisoner who could not be trusted, but to ensure that he could get out of danger as well.

Kafka immediately took down the "Andreas saw" from behind him, but he was busy and made a mistake, and he couldn't start the chainsaw for half a day, which delayed him a lot of effort, and Frankimir was about to be unable to support it.

Finally the chainsaw roared, and the chain began to move, turning rapidly until the sharp sawtooth fused into a white line that shimmered with cold light.

Kafka and Frankimir attack the shaking tentacles, one left and one right. The concerted efforts of the two quickly turned the tide of the battle, and the blue-green tentacles were gradually forced back, and the severed arms of the tentacles that were cut off continued to flow out of dark green viscous liquid.

They went straight into the room and saw that the turquoise tentacles came from a huge, tulip-like blue flower. This giant strange flower, at least more than three meters tall, is larger than Kafka's fat body with a single blue petal.

It wasn't just that that surprised them, but there was something even more incredible in the stamens of the huge flowers, and there seemed to be a woman sleeping in it.

As the turquoise tentacles retreated, the huge blue flowers slowly sank as if they were in a fright. As the height of the flowers continues to decrease, the woman in the stamen becomes more and more visible.

Finally, the huge flower, which disappeared into the carpet in the corner, quickly retreated with its huge turquoise tentacles. Frankimir and Kafka cautiously approached the corner, and the only thing they saw was a dark deep cavern that led vertically into the ground, unlike the Gulagri's cave.

It was impossible for them to jump into the crypt, and no one knew what the danger would be in the unknown darkness. Perhaps what awaits them under this cavern is the monster's bloody jaw.

Frankimir and Kafka gasped and looked at each other in the crypt. It wasn't until he could no longer hear the slightest sound from inside the crypt that Kafka gasped and said, "Although I don't want to say it, I still want to thank you this time." ”

Kafka was still in horror when he remembered the scene, for the first time in his life, he felt like he was in touch with death. He had to admit that if Frankimir hadn't helped, he might have ended up with Raul lying on the carpet.

Thinking of Raul, Kafka couldn't help but look back at the door of the room. At this time, Raul was lying motionless on the ground, he was already dead, completely dead, with such a serious injury, he could not still be alive.

Kafka hated Raul to the core, but seeing that he finally ended up in this field and died so miserably, and he almost followed in his footsteps, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, feeling a little sad and melancholy.

"Where's Yulia?" Kafka asked, surprised, Yulia didn't seem to follow them into the room.

"Yulia, Yulia!" Kafka shouted twice, but no reply came.

Frankimir and Kafka were simultaneously enveloped by some kind of foreboding, and they immediately rushed out of the room, leaving the corridor with only Raul's corpse and the severed arms of some turquoise tentacles.

There was no sign of Yulia at all, and there was no trace of anyone at both ends of the corridor, and Yulia disappeared without a trace.