"What are these things! If I tell people what I've seen here, no one will believe me, and they'll put me in a mental hospital. They won't believe that something is wrong with this place, but that I have something wrong. Kafka sat on the ground and complained.

"Let's save some effort and take a good look at this room." Frank Mill said.

"What are we supposed to do? From which side? Left, or right? Yulia asked, pointing to the left and the right.

"Anything! Just don't bump into these weird things again. Aside from going back outside, I think it's more dangerous outside than inside this house. First it was a Kemera beast, and now it's these incredible strange birds. Kafka said, rubbing the three old scars on his face.

"How about we start with the secret passage in the study? If there is any suspicion here, then the most likely problem is the dim secret passage. Maybe at the end of the secret path, there is the answer we are looking for. Frankie Mill said.

"What do you say?" Yulia asked Kafka, who was depressed.

"Very good, let's go, I have no opinion." Kafka's mind was in a state of confusion, and he couldn't think of a better way to do it.

The three of them walked through the hallway and returned to the study. They looked up and down the study again before entering the dark secret passage without windows. There was no light in the passage, and they had to turn on the flashlight to illuminate the narrow passage.

There are a lot of expensive oil paintings hanging in the dark passages, and the expressions of these oil paintings are very strange, with a bit of impressionist style. Frankimir sees a painting on the wall showing an elephant standing on a frog with a pumpkin cart on the elephant's back. In another painting, the rhinoceros drags a bulky snail shell with a doll on it, and the doll's legs are on the hands, but the hands are on the legs.

In short, every painting here is incomprehensible and makes people feel uncomfortable all over their bodies after looking at it. In addition to the strange oil paintings, the cyan stone bricks used to build the walls of the dark passage are also very strange, and each green brick is engraved with text patterns like charms, these patterns are not Russian, not Chinese, not English, not Japanese, Korean, Arabic, in short, this is not any kind of writing that Frankimir has ever seen, this is not the script used by modern humans at all. Maybe some kind of ancient writing, but only God knows what kind of writing it is.

The tunnels weren't very long, far from what they expected, though the place was suffocating like a nightmare. The exit of the dark passage is a mirror, and when viewed from the inside of the dark passage, it is nothing more than a piece of glass with gold edges. But outside the dark passage, on the other side of this transparent glass, it becomes a bright mirror, and if you don't know it in advance, you can't see through the mirror and see the dark passage behind the mirror.

Exiting the tunnel, they led to a wide hallway with tall windows at one end and an extremely ornate room at the other. Walking into this ornate room is like coming to the treasure cave of Ali Baba, with golden columns supporting a golden terrace surrounded by elegant reliefs of the goddess of Athens, long golden armrests slowly climbing along the terrace, and a colorful piano in the center of the terrace.

In this three-story room, the magnificent passages of the Bible are painted, and the smooth cream candles are hung by golden candlesticks. It's like gaining some supernatural power in the universe, suspended in mid-air. This splendid room resembles the palace of Jesus in the Pure Fire Heaven.

"What kind of place is this? I was in hell just now, and now I'm in heaven. It seems that this place may really be the summer resort of the king of the Northeast, at least the other palace of the tsar in the Far East, otherwise no one would have such wealth. Kafka couldn't help but sigh.

"Successive tsars have never come to the Far East, and such a barren region will never be built for him." Frankiemir said that the room surprised him as well.

Kafka didn't say anything more, he didn't have the time to argue with Frankimir. He didn't care at all about what kind of person Frankimir was and whether it would bring him any danger. He circled around the golden terrace three times, looking crazy, as if he had lost his mind. He was like a beggar who, after seeing a lot of gold, turned into a madman with excitement.

"Now is not the time to see a magnificent palace." Yulia pouted and said that she really didn't feel deserved about Kafka's gaffe. After all, they are proletarian revolutionary fighters, how can they covet this extravagant style of capitalism, which is simply lackeys who have betrayed their conscience.

"Oh! I know, I know. I just thought it was unbelievable that such a hellish place could have a heavenly room. ”

"Don't look at it, let's go quickly." Yulia said.

"Can I take some with me?" Kafka asked.

"Absolutely not, these things will corrupt and degenerate." Yulia said, shaking her head.

"It's not that serious, I just want to leave some souvenirs. Looking back on it in the future, it will be a thrilling memory. Kafka searched for reasons that would convince him.

"No, no!" Yulia said as she walked towards the back of the room.

Frankimir didn't say a word, but the exquisite carving skills in this room are breathtaking, and only the world's best masters can carve such exquisite works.

Frankimir followed Yulia and walked towards the back of the room, his eyes fixed on the beautiful and ornate terrace.

Suddenly, Yulia stood still, and Frankie Mir, who was not paying attention, crashed into Yulia's chainsaw behind her back. Sharp serrations slashed Frankmir's nose, and blood flowed out immediately.

"Oh, what are you doing here!" Frankimir screamed, complaining about why Yulia had stopped suddenly, but he didn't think that his lingering on the jewels was the culprit of the bloody disaster.

"Right...... I'm sorry, no, I'm sorry, it's just that this room is a little too ......" Yulia didn't go any further, she immediately pulled out the hemostatic tape from the belt and put it on Frankmir's bleeding wound.

"Really, I almost cut off my nose." Frank Mire grumbled.

"I've already said I'm sorry." Yulia shrugged, a very guilty expression.

"That's enough, you better go behind me, let me go ahead."

"I didn't stop you."

Frankmir gave Yulia a blank look, rubbed the hemostatic tape that had just been attached to her nose, and walked in front of Yulia.

It was only when Frankimir stopped dwelling on Yulia's question that he began to notice that it was a long, long room, at least three times longer than a room with a beautiful terrace. The difference is that it doesn't have the same heavenly feeling as before, but rather gives people a shudder.