"Yulia! Yulia! Where are you? ”

Kafka and Frankimir shouted as they searched down the corridor.

Until the two of them returned to the original study, they saw nothing, not a human being, or anything terrible.

Where did Yulia go? It is impossible for a big living person to disappear out of thin air. If she wasn't in the hallway, then where would she go, the two of them couldn't figure it out.

"We need support, we have to go back right away, bring more people, or have the commandos from the Ministry of National Security come." Kafka gasped and shouted that he didn't want to stay in this place any longer, because they would all be killed for no apparent reason, by those cruel monsters who came from nowhere.

Kafka was going to leave here, and he didn't want to stay for a minute. He had to go, and the sooner the better. The place was suffocating, the air was so thin that only fear remained, and Kafka could even see the open gates of hell in the dark.

"No, we should at least get Yulia back, and we can't leave her here alone. As you said, this place is too dangerous and we have to find her before we can leave. Frankimir was adamantly opposed to Kafka's decision, and in Frankimir's opinion, even if he wanted to leave, he should at least find Yulia first.

"Yulia! I also want to find her, but the question is where is she? Can you tell me where she is? We need support, only then can we find her. We may have been able to complete the mission at first, but we were betrayed, and we lost a lot. Now we desperately need support, no matter how much you don't care about those monsters, no matter how good you are, staying here is only a dead end, there is no other way! Kafka roared hysterically.

"We shouldn't run away!" Frankimir was far-fetched in search of a reason, which he knew could not stop Kafka's decision.

"It's not an escape, it's a tactical retreat. I've never been scared, I just don't want to make unnecessary sacrifices. Look at these three scars on my face, these are left by the Russian wolf, I have fought the Russian wolf without fear, but now brute force is useless to us, what we need is reason, a careful battle plan, not a brute force that knows nothing. Kafka's voice was full of reproach.

In Kafka's view, Frankimir was nothing more than a reckless man who knew how to solve all problems by brute force, without the seriousness of thinking twice, let alone strategy and planning, and such a person always believed that power could help them get out of all disadvantageous situations.

"What you say is not entirely unreasonable, but I always believe that Yulia cannot be left here. If you insist on leaving, then you can go back and ask for support, and I'll stay and find Yulia. Frankimir insisted.

"Whatever you want. If you think, one person will be able to cope with it...... I don't have any opinion on those monster words. Kafka perfunctorily turned away from his study and walked towards the foyer.

Kafka angrily went to the foyer and looked out the window at the garden. It seems that those crazy strange birds have disappeared, and the garden outside should not be in danger at this time.

Frankimir ignored Kafka, and quickly returned to the room where the huge flowers had been repelled. Raul's bloody corpse was exposed with flickering cold bones, and he lay cold and silent on the carpet in front of the door.

The room looked like a meeting room, having been busy dealing with the strange tentacles and then desperate to find Yulia, and Frankimir didn't notice what was going on in the room.

The furnishings in the room are very different from those of the study and foyer, where there is no gleaming metal or intricately carved brass. The furnishings in the room are made of heavy carved wood and crimson velvet. On the Chinese-style table of the Eight Immortals, there is a British Victorian bone spur tea vessel, a Japanese ukiyo-e style painting scroll hangs on the wall, and the sofa and chair are covered with finely made Antwerp ** scarves.

The style of this room looks very cluttered and full of a unique and exotic atmosphere. In short, nothing from the Soviet Union can be found in this room, which is simply unthinkable for a manor house located in the territory of the Soviet Union.

Frankie Mill looked inside and out for most of the day, and couldn't see any clues. In such a place, Yulia could not have disappeared into thin air. But she did disappear, there's no doubt about that. disappeared without a trace, as if the world had evaporated.

Frank Mire searched the room thoroughly, but found nothing, and found no clues. He looked around the room, at the cave in the corner of the wall, the only thing unusual about the room.

Suddenly, Frankimir remembered something, and just as they saw the huge flower, they also saw that among the stamens, there seemed to be a woman, a sleepy woman.

Frankimir struggled to remember the woman they had seen earlier, among the stamens. Trying to connect the woman to Yulia, wondering what was going on.

Frankimir immediately sensed that he was right. The woman in the stamen, like Yuria, has a slender figure and large breasts, which seems to be Yulia's most striking feature.

In this way, the woman in the stamen may be Yulia. It must have been while they were busy dealing with the turquoise vine tentacles that the huge flowers captured Yulia.

With this in mind, Frankimir walked towards the crypt in the corner. He looked at the dark crypt, the huge flowers, just below it. If the huge flower really captured Yulia, then Yulia must be down there at the moment.

Frankimir didn't know what to do, and it seemed that the only way to find Yulia was to go down into the crypt. Is it really okay to do this? Should he really, do that?

Frank Mir, who was hesitant, tentatively fired several shots into the cave with an AK47 rifle. Except for the echo of the bullet, there was no sound in the cave, which reassured him a lot, it seems that there may be nothing in the cave at this time, although it may still be extremely dangerous down here.

Frankimir spread his feet apart, stepped on the sides of the cave walls, and slowly slid deeper into the cavern. It didn't take long for him to smell a greasy and fishy smell, which was not at all in line with the palatial Moorish manor.

Immediately after Frankimir noticed, the bottom of the cave shimmered with sparkling waves. It seemed that this crypt was not deep, it was even shallower than he thought, it should not exceed ten meters. It's only because this crypt is so dark that it gives people the illusion of unfathomable depth.

Coming to the bottom of the crypt, there is a sewer about two people tall. The sparkling sparkle that Frankimir had seen earlier was coming from greasy sewage from the sewers. He looked around and turned on the lighting flashlight.

It's not a good place, and all the filth is here. Rotting leaves, leftover chicken bones, various pried open cans and bottles, tattered dirty laundry, and even feces and rat corpses floating on greasy, smelly water.

In the sewers, Frankimir could not see any trace of the huge flowers. There are only two paths in front of Frankimir, one is the direction in which the greasy and smelly water flows, and the other is the direction in which the greasy and smelly water keeps flowing away.

The upstream of this stinking water is undoubtedly the place where the various sewer pipes in Moore's Manor converge. And the downstream of the stinky water must be a river that hides filth and dirt, and it is also one of the less elegant outlets of Moore Manor.

Frankie Mill pondered, he thought that the strange plant didn't necessarily come from the inside of Moore Manor, and if it did, it wouldn't have been in a place like the sewers. Perhaps the strange plant sneaked in from outside, and after being attacked by him and Kafka, it quickly escaped from Moorish Manor.

Franky Mill quickly chased down the greasy and smelly water, and he resisted the stench that permeated his surroundings and made him want to vomit.

It took less than ten minutes for Frank Mimir to reach the end of the sewers. This disappointed him, and it seems that the designers must have thought that someone would infiltrate Moore Hills from here. As a result, the huge exit of the sewer is cut off by reinforced concrete, with only a palm-sized opening.

Frankimir couldn't get out, and Yulia couldn't get out either, and the strange plants, which were much bigger than them, couldn't get out, and it seemed that he had completely found the wrong direction, and delayed him a lot of effort in vain.

Frankimir had no choice but to turn back, never expecting that there would be more trouble and more frustration in the upstream of these underground sewage.