At the end of the room is a flickering pendulum.

But I couldn't see the big bell above the pendulum, maybe the big bell was somewhere else.

Behind the pendulum was a bright hallway, the only place they had seen of Moore Manor with lights on.

In front of the pendulum, there are three long tables side by side, which extend from under the pendulum to the feet of Frankimir and Yulia.

On a long table made of high-quality wood, a wide variety of fine wines are displayed. Of all the wines in the world, there's so much to say here, and Frankie Mire really wants to take a sip, but he doesn't know if it's the right thing to do.

There was nothing unusual, unsettling, from the walls on the left and right sides of the room, which made Frankimir know why Yulia had stopped suddenly.

The tall and thin Gothic windows on the left can't help but remind people of those horror castles in Europe with ghosts. What is even more disturbing is the huge mural on the wall on the right. You can't look directly at a horrific scene, and as long as you look at it, your whole body will tremble.

These things may frighten a timid girl, but for Frank Mir, it's just child's play, and what attracts him more is the variety of fine wines on the table. Yulia silently followed behind Frankimir and hurried through the shuddering room without saying a word.

It wasn't until Frankimir and Yulia came to the pendulum on the other side of the room that Kafka was nowhere to be seen.

Yulia shouted: "Kafka! What are you rubbing, you can't go, we don't care about you if you don't go! ”

"It's coming, it's coming! Come on, wait for me for a while. Kafka shouted out of the room on the fine terrace and quickly passed the room full of fine wine, never leaving the fresco on the wall along the way.

After catching up with Yulia and Frankimir, Kafka panted and said: "These murals are too reactionary, and the people who live here are really shameless." ”

Frankie Mill smirked involuntarily, and Yulia continued on without saying a word.

"Really, why is there only wine here, and no bread or anything?" Kafka complained dissatisfied.

"It's probably a family bar, and since there's alcohol here, it's hard to say that the restaurant is nearby, so let's look for it and maybe we'll see it soon." Frankie Mill smiled helplessly.

"What's wrong with your nose?" Kafka noticed Frank Mir's nose.

"It's nothing, I accidentally broke it with a weapon." Frankimir shrugged his shoulders very flatly. Yulia, who was standing aside, didn't say anything, she didn't want to mention it again, after all, it was her fault, and no one likes to always dwell on their mistakes.

"As a KGB secret policeman, you can't even manage weapons, and you're a failure." Kafka believed that this was enough to show that Frankimir was nothing more than a half-bottle swinging fellow, not as powerful as the wardens thought they were, but just a little more lucky.

Frank Mire frowned and said no more, noticing that Kafka was no less handy.

They crossed the pendulum and walked into the bright hallway. The place was much brighter, and the left and right sides of the corridor looked the same as the previous ones, almost identical.

Whether to choose the left or the right is a question. In the end, Yulia made a choice, and she chose the right side without hesitation, simply because at the end of the corridor on the right, there was a fine porcelain.

Coming to the end of the hallway, they were once again faced with the same choice, again left and right questions, entangled in their hearts.

"Which way should we go this time?" Yulia asked, and she seemed to be running out of ideas.

Frankimir touched the wound on his nose, and he would not have an opinion no matter where he went.

"Go left." Kafka said.

"Why?" Yulia asked,

"I can smell it, that's the direction of our dinner."

"Really?"

"Trust me, let's go left."

They walked into the corridor on the left, which was very long, there were no electric lights, and they had to rely on the lights again to light their way.

Under the illumination of the flashlight, many doors appeared on both sides of the dark corridor, which looked like rows of guest rooms in a hotel.

"Should we look at them one by one?" Yulia asked.

"Maybe it's necessary." Kafka said.

"But I have to warn you, it's going to take a lot of time." Frank Mill said.

"You don't have to bother about that, go, open the door." Kafka said.

"Me?" Frankimir asked, gesturing at himself.

"Yes, it's you." Kafka nodded coldly.

"Okay, so what do you do?"

"I'll cover you."

"You'd better see if there's any bullets in the gun."

"You don't have to worry about it, I'll have that good weapon."

"Ready, I'm going to open the door."

Kafka made an OK gesture.

In this way, the two of them, with their unskilful and somewhat awkward cooperation, inspected the rooms on both sides of the corridor one by one. These rooms are guest rooms and there is nothing unusual about them.

When they opened the door of the last room, they smelled a faint, but very pungent, smell, like a **fermented smell.

However, there was nothing unusual in the room, and there was nothing special about it. Frankimir walked around the room and eventually found nothing.

"What does it smell like?" Frankimir asked, looking at Kafka.

"It's not going to taste like a good meal." Kafka shrugged.

The smell of choking was getting stronger and stronger, and just as Frankimir was about to walk out of the room, Kafka seemed to see several figures staggering in the hallway at the end of the corridor.

"Hey! Who are you, stop me, if you don't want to be shot, stop me, or I'm going to shoot." ”

Frankmir aimed his AK47 rifle at the entrance at the end of the hallway. But a few people in the darkness seemed to ignore Kafka's warnings completely.

"Stop, don't come here, I'll say it again."

Frankimir and Yulia both looked curiously at the end of the hallway. Apparently Kafka's fat body blocked their view.

As the dark shadow approached, the fishy smell became stronger and stronger.

When Kafka saw the faces of these guys, he was scared into a cold sweat.

The grim faces of these guys are like dead people, their skin peeling, their muscles exposed, and their stiff joints look like mecha that has just been powered, stiff and dull without the slightest breath of life.

Kafka didn't realize that these people who looked like they were dead were almost no different from the zombies he had blasted with a "frost mech" in his cave. It's just that the distance between them is too far at the moment, so they can naturally see it more clearly.

Kafka was so frightened by these monsters that he couldn't believe that the dead could still walk. Could it be that these guys escaped from the Akron, or that Karon, the ferryman of hell, fell asleep like this, and let these dead people come back to the world.

By the time Kafka realized he had to do something, the disgusting and sticky mouths were already close at hand.

Kafka hurriedly dodged, a distance that prevented him from firing. At that moment, a barrel of a gun came up and thrust into the mouth with no lips, exposed tendons, and teeth striking against each other.

As the roar of the AK47 rifle rang out, the rotting head with exposed muscles and frontal bones was beaten to pieces, and blood splattered everywhere, blood gushed out from the headless neck, and the body fell to the ground, never to move again.

At this moment, several other guys, who seemed to be dead and alive, had already come to Kafka's side. Kafka resisted the urge to vomit, and in his desperation he didn't think about it more. He quickly pulled a loose ball from his waist, hastily pulled the fuse, and thrust it into the rotting black hole of maggots, eyeballs.

The power of the natural way to loosen the ball, he turned around and ran away. Seeing this, Frankimir immediately fell down, and before he could react, Yulia was what was going on. Immediately after that, I heard a loud noise, and these guys, who didn't know whether they were dead or alive, were all blown up and lost their heads, and they turned over and fell to the ground, which was completely dead.

Kafka escaped death and could not recover his breath for a long time, he gasped for breath rapidly, but Frankimir cried out loudly.

"What are you doing here, do you want to kill us by the way?" Franky Mire pulls Yulia up from the ground.

"I'm trying to win in the face of danger, don't you see how dangerous the situation is?" Kafka's disgruntled rhetorical question.

"Where did these guys come from?" Yulia asked, pointing to the shattered corpse lying on the ground.

"I don't know, it's not a good thing anyway, I think it's about the same as those guys in the burrow." Kafka crouched down and took a closer look at the corpse lying on the ground, which was obviously a long-dead man, not a living person.

"What's going on? Whether they are dead or alive, like walking corpses, where did these guys come from. Yulia asked.

"God knows, maybe it's from hell! Or maybe that's the original form of the monster. Let's get out of here, I just want to get out of this damn place, damn it. ”

The three men cautiously walked over the corpse and continued on their way. Luckily, they didn't encounter anything terrible after that, and unfortunately they didn't find any food.

Although their hearts were heavy and their thoughts were chaotic, the luxurious rooms after another gradually soothed their tense nerves.

After a full circle, they returned to the room where the piano and the corpse of the prison guard lay again.

However, the incredible thing is that the piano is still there, but the body of the prison guard has disappeared.