Gao Qian continued to walk forward in Hell City, followed by a black "lion" dog almost as tall as him, a miniature dog in his computer bag, and a bright white light that flickered up and down behind him.

"So, you saw them disappear? One of the helmeted ones saved the other?" said the high dive standing in the middle of the small square, turning his head to stare at the big dog.

Opposite the small fountain is a Gothic miniature building that looks like a combination of a triumphal arch and Notre-Dame, and next to it are small inns, tailors, blacksmiths, etc.

Jay Lun let a few low noises in his throat.

"What??, there's some kind of formation hidden in the sink?" Gao Qian frowned, "But I've been there for so long, why haven't I touched any formation?"

Jaylen let out a frustrated whine.

"No, Sherlock is a human, and Gui Xiaoqian is also a human, and it has nothing to do with whether she is a child of demon blood or not. Gao Qian disagreed with Jayron's inference, "Since you entered the formation and you were in the deep well, then Sherlock and Gui Xiaoqian should also be somewhere here at this moment." ”

Gao Qian once again released his five senses to induce, but there seems to be some kind of shielding here, and the detection range of his five senses is much lower than the previous layer, and now it can only be regarded as stronger than ordinary people.

Gao Qian frowned and looked at the dark shadow of the shadowy building in front of him, this hell city was bigger than he imagined, if he continued to look for it without a goal, when would he be able to find those two people? Not to mention that Sherlock was still injured, even if the injury was not serious, the longer he delayed in this kind of place, the more dangerous the injury would be.

Jay Lun beside him, his ice-blue eyes were like two blue light bulbs in the dark, shaking brightly. Gao Qian looked at him and suddenly said, "Can you smell them?"

"I'm a human wolf, not a dog. Jay Lun's urn voice was authentic.

"I know, but it's not too much. Gao Qian muttered.

Gao Qian put on the night vision goggles and turned back to find the ancient elf, and the bright white light behind him seemed to have finally received attention, and jumped in the air a few times excitedly.

"Go find Gui Xiaoqian. "High diving doesn't have much hope.

The bright white light flickered in the air, as if thinking, and then it drew a great circle and suddenly rushed headlong into the Gothic building.

Gao Qian hurriedly followed.

Bright white clusters of light swayed in front of them, drawing arcs in the hallway. On either side of the corridor hang several old portraits of skewed paintings, some of which look like oil paintings, some of which are on wood, and some of which are very surreal impressionist paintings. A woman in a turban stretched her pale rubber hand out of the frame, carefully avoiding it.

Bright white clusters of light stopped in front of a blank lime wall, circular in one place like an indicator. After approaching, Gao Di took off his night vision goggles and took a closer look. The gray-black wall has a rectangular light-colored imprint that looks like it originally had a painting hanging on, but it has been removed. The place indicated by the Ancient Elves is in the center of the frame.

The high dive tried knocking, and the wall was solid.

Gao Qian put on the night vision goggles again, and saw the bright white light stop on his face, and seeing him look at it, the ancient elf slammed it against the wall a few times. Gao Qian didn't know if the Gu Elf would hurt, but looking at its speed and strength, he felt that it still hurt.

"You don't want me to break the wall directly, do you?" said the high dive, staring at the bright white light in the night vision goggles. The bright white light jumped happily a few times. Gao Qian snorted: "If you are sick, I don't believe that there is no door here." ”

High Diver began to look for a door nearby, he walked down the straight corridor, then turned right, there was still a straight corridor in front of him, he turned right again, then right, when he saw the ancient elves and human wolves who were still standing in place waiting for him, the heart of the high dive was broken.

"What the hell is this building. Gao Qian said angrily.

"It's a haunted house. Jaylen whined.

Gao Qian tried to punch the wall, the wall was very strong, his hand was very painful, he suddenly glanced at the big dog next to him who was about the same height as a person: "Jaylen, can you break the wall?"

Jaylen seemed to hesitate, and then he took a few steps back. The hallway wasn't spacious, there wasn't much room for him to do much running, his tail squeezed against the wall, and he jumped.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang in the hallway, and dust and walls fell in a platter.

Gao Qian covered his nose, choked twice, looked at the wall where only half of the wall tiles had fallen, and shook his head at Jay.

Jaylen shook his dizzy head and roared, and stepped back again, about to continue jumping, but at that moment, the wall to their right made a clicking sound.

The high dive looked warily at the wall that made the sound. On that wall hangs a portrait of a young man and a woman snuggling up to the window, the man in a tuxedo looking lovingly at his beautiful princess-like girlfriend, who is smiling back. The clattering sound comes from the painting.

Gao Qian slowly approached the painting.

The color of the whole picture is a bright orange red rarely seen here, but what is extremely uncomfortable is that the woman is hidden in her hand behind her, holding a knife, and behind the floor-to-ceiling curtain by the window, there is a lewd man.

And the clicking sound, that is, the mechanism operated the woman's hand, raised the knife, and stabbed at the man in the painting, and the obscene man behind the curtain also jumped out and strangled the male protagonist's neck, and the whole chest-making murder lasted for half a minute, and the painting turned over from the side of the frame. Instead, there is another painting, a darkened chamber in which a mentally ill man is tied to an iron bed, waving his arms and struggling towards the frame.

What a perverted painting this is. Gao Qian turned his head to look at the ancient elves, and the bright white light trembled in the air, looking like a person laughing.

Gao Qian frowned, he stretched out his hand to touch the painting, but he didn't expect that the whole painting looked like an oil painting, but in fact it was a painted piece of iron, and a figure was controlled by clockwork to move in the frame. Gao Qian pondered for a moment, and he grabbed the mentally ill man and tugged hard. The wall made a loud click again, and this time, a crack peeked out from one side of the frame.

Gao Qian looked back at the ancient elf in annoyance, there was obviously a mechanism to open the door, and this hateful guy showed him the wrong way, poor Jayron, and tried to smash his head through the solid wall.

The Ancient Elf sat on a chandelier on the ceiling, still smiling and trembling, making the chandelier creak and creaque.

"Don't let me catch you, or I'll kill you if you're an elf or not. "High Submarine said viciously.

When the entire wall was completely opened inward, black water poured out of it, and the secret room was pitch black, and the high diving eye could see a black shadow of an iron bed in the corner, and there seemed to be a dummy corpse lying on it, but there was nothing else.

Damn, this ancient elf wouldn't even lie to him about the location, would she? Could it be that Sherlock and Gui Xiaoqian weren't here at all?

"Gui Xiaoqian, Sherlock?" the high dive tried to call.

At this moment, a green light and shadow lit up from the wall behind the iron bed, and then a female ghost dressed in white crawled out of the iron bed. And on the iron bed, the dummy that Gao Qian thought was a corpse also sat up.

"Hell!!" Jay Lun screamed, jumped backwards suddenly, and slammed his heavy body into the wall behind him, the wall leading to the outside was already thin, and it collapsed immediately after being hit by Jay's frightened impact, and countless portraits fell down with a crackle, burying half of the big dog with broken bricks.

Gao Qian turned his head lightly and glanced at it: "Just this dare to go to a haunted house?"