Frank Mire's sense of hearing is the most acute.

He also heard the sound of low footsteps, slowly approaching the door.

The voice frightened them.

Five people, at the same time raised the AK47 rifle in their hands.

They heard a crisp metal crash from inside the room, like the sound of a machine gun being loaded.

They held their breath and stood motionless.

Kafka, who walked at the front, had no obstruction in his view.

In the crack under the door, a figure suddenly flashed, and Kafka shuddered.

The figure didn't move, just stood inside the door.

Kafka stared at the door, and he saw that the golden handle of the door, little by little, insignificant, almost imperceptible, was slowly and silently rotating.

Something came out of it, and Kafka squatted down sharply, pressed the AK47 rifle in his hand tightly to his face, and was ready to pull the trigger at any time.

Kafka held his breath and stared at the door in front of him.

"Bang, bang!"

Kafka suddenly heard, two sharp roars.

It was someone behind him, who couldn't suppress the fear in his heart, pulled the trigger of the AK47 rifle and fired two bullets.

The bullet was deeply embedded in the golden door, and it was not able to penetrate the door, which seemed to be quite heavy.

At this moment, Kafka vaguely saw that the figure peeking through the gap under the door changed direction and gradually disappeared on the other side of the door.

Kafka stood up and rushed at the man, thinking that the man must be planning to escape. As long as he catches the person in the house, he will be able to figure everything out, and he must not be allowed to escape so easily.

Kafka rushed to the door and clutched the doorknob. He was suddenly stunned, began to hesitate, did not know whether to open the door immediately. He didn't know what kind of room was behind this door, and what kind of guy the figures in the room were. Is it normal like them, or like those guys in the burrows.

There is no steel and iron skeleton of the "Frost Mecha" here, he is a mortal fetus at the moment, and a short dagger is enough to cut his chest and pull out his heart.

Just as Kafka hesitated, a tall figure suddenly appeared behind him, his strong arms clenched, Kafka's hand holding the doorknob.

It was Frank Mire, and Frank Mimir came behind Kafka. He also sensed that there might be someone inside the door. He didn't want the guy to get away either, and in a way, he wanted to find out more than anyone else here.

Frankimir pressed Kafka's arm, and the door slowly opened.

A neat row of figures appeared in the dimly lit room.

Both Frankimir and Kafka sighed in unison.

It wasn't a person, but a few pieces of finely crafted medieval knights' armor standing in a row on the opposite wall. The armoured hands all held different weapons, short swords, spears, axes, and war hammers. In the dimly lit room, these cold armor and weapons shimmered and the cold air was formidable.

Walking into the room, they quickly found that it was a study full of rococo style. This study is very large, more than 200 square meters.

It was a sealed study, with no exit other than mechanical windows on both sides that opened and closed automatically, and the door they had just entered. The windows were tightly closed, and there was no sign of opening, so in this study, there could be no one else but them, let alone escape.

On the wall on the same side as the door are three sets of tall, movable copper bookshelves. The shelves are full of all kinds of books, and there are no gaps left in the bookshelves. There are more books scattered, messy and neat, placed all over the study, making this study a sea of books.

It's not just a sea of books, it's a world of brass. The study is full of brass ornaments, including a globe made of brass and an astronomical telescope made of brass.

Heaters, water heaters, chessboards and chess pieces, multifunctional composite desks, alchemist workbenches, collectibles display shelves, models of medieval galleons, Venetian Halloween masks, Russian Easter eggs, flintlock muskets from England, cavalry cuirass from France, and Ottoman directional sabers, all made of brass.

"It was a strange feeling just now, I didn't think we would find this kind of place as soon as we came." Kafka wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

It wasn't too cold and not too hot in the room. All in all, it was not enough for Kafka to sweat out of thin air. His sweat was all scared out.

"It's a great place to find out and find the answers we're looking for." Frank Mill looked around, and after making sure there was no danger here, he slung the AK47 rifle he held tightly in his hand to his shoulder, intending to take a good look here.

At this time, Yulia and two other prison guards followed.

"Come and see, maybe it's something that tells us where we are." Kafka said to the three men who walked in.

"Moore Manor, we're at Moore Manor." Yulia said as she hung her AK47 rifle on the metal ring of her overalls.

After all, Yulia is a woman with slender arms, holding a gun for a long time makes her feel the muscles in her arms ache, she is only a doctor of biology, not a policeman and not a soldier, and has never received professional training, except for military service in college, of course.

"Moore Manor? Yulia, how do you know? Kafka asked with a frown, he was surprised by this, could it be that Yulia knew this place and had come to this place before.

"I was in the living room just now, and I saw that huge portrait frame that said, 'For the owner of Moore Manor, you dear Green,' so I thought it must be Moore Manor." Yulia said, rubbing her sore wrist.

"Makes sense! In addition to the summer resort of the king of the northeast, or the Far Eastern palace of the tsar, this place may also have belonged to a large family in the past. Of course, either the landlords or the capitalists are undoubtedly our enemies. But then again, your rash actions can be very dangerous. Kafka said in an accusatory tone.

"The question is, whether it's a summer mountain, or a tsar's palace, or a large family. How can we explain that there seems to be no one, not even servants and servants? Frankie Mill asked, walking towards the bookcase.

"Maybe this place was confiscated by the gendarmerie not long ago. It turns out that all the people who live here have been kicked out, so for now, there is no one here. Kafka said.

"So, what do you explain by those who attacked us?" Frank Mire continued.

Kafka was about to speak, when suddenly there was a loud bang in the room, and the whole room trembled.