In fact, on the way to the haunted house, Gao Qian has already estimated several identities of hallucinogen makers in advance. It could be a human with a lust for profit, or it could be a child of demon blood who doesn't know whether to live or die, or of course it could be a witch, but either way, there is no need to take it personally.

Needless to say, human beings can enter and exit the Infernal Realm at will, and there is no need to take ordinary humans into account. And if it was a son of demon blood, according to Li Si's strength estimate, Gao Qian felt that he should have no problem dealing with a few ordinary children of demon blood. As for witches, their bizarre sorcery may be tricky, but the high dive doesn't think it's a big problem.

Therefore, Gao Qian didn't pay much attention to this trip to the haunted house, even if he saw Sherlock pretending to be a ghost and deliberately hiding something, he just laughed it off.

It's just that Gao Qian didn't expect that what Sherlock was hiding was actually a bombshell news, and the maker of the three-eyed hallucinogens was one of the top ten wizards in the world. Now Gao Qian's heart is really bottomless.

Gao Qian stopped in front of him, and in front of him were three forks in the road, and an iron sign hanging on the wall read: Mirror Labyrinth.

Sherlock looked behind the high diver, "Whichever way you go, the three paths will eventually converge anyway." ”

"Quite familiar, have a map?" Gao Qian sneered.

"It's just that we got the blueprints of the original haunted house," Sherlock smiled at Gao Qian, "The whole haunted house is divided into three floors, and I guess our destination is on the last floor." ”

Gao Dive walked into the fork in the road on the left. Like a normal mirror maze, countless mirrors divide this place into fragmented spaces, and it is indeed easy to be confused if there are lights in the visual conditions, but there is no light here, and Sherlock's night vision goggles make it easy for her to see the exit.

"Keep moving forward. Sherlock said. Gao Qian stared at the mirror and didn't move.

"Hey, what are you looking at? Sherlock looked back and saw that the high dive seemed to be walking towards a mirror, and quickly turned around and pulled him.

Gao Qian woke up and looked carefully at the mirror in front of him again, countless figures were refracted in the mirror, but there was only him and Sherlock, how could there be a third person? The woman had long, straight black hair and stood behind herself in the mirror.

"Hey, did you see anything?" Sherlock asked, looking around through his night vision goggles.

Gao Qian frowned and released his five senses again. The information he received was still the same as before, he didn't feel any other humans in this level, and deeper, his five senses seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't reach that far.

If it weren't for humans, he wouldn't have really seen him...... Ghost?

"You say......" Gao Qian said slowly, "could this hallucinogen-making wizard be a witch?"

"It's possible, but it's very unlikely. Sherlock glanced around as he pulled the high dive forward, "That witch is over two hundred years old according to the records, and I don't think she'd risk coming here to make some hallucinogens and sell them for money." ”

"What does that witch look like?"

"I don't know, I've heard that witches never show their true colors. ”

At the moment of getting out of the mirror maze, Gao Qian looked back at the layers of mirrors behind him again, he and Sherlock appeared on most of the mirrors, this time, he was in the mirror, and there was no one behind him.

Out of the mirror labyrinth, there is a deserted corridor, with old portraits hanging on the walls, and a pair of tattered knight's armor standing in a corner, there must be a mechanism for frightening people.

The next project is called The Phantom of the Opera.

In front of them was a semi-circular stage. One side of the stage is modeled after an old-fashioned opera house, with fake arcades, auditoriums, and semicircular boxes. The place they enter is the upper field area, and the lower field area leads to the next project.

"It's a big place. Sherlock looked around in surprise, "It's a real stage." ”

High Dive looked up overhead, and several dummies were hidden behind tattered curtains, connected to ropes and pulleys. High Diver followed the pulley connected to the dummies and found the mechanism to operate.

He glanced at Sherlock, who was scrutinizing the fake audience with his night vision goggles, smiled wickedly, and pulled the rope that looked like a curtain pull on the side of the stage.

Suddenly, there was a series of tooth-crusting sounds overhead.

Sherlock looked up in surprise, "What sound?"

The puff of dust continued to fall, and Gao Qian frowned and covered his nose, suspecting that the mechanism had broken down due to disrepair. But at this moment, several black shadows suddenly fell down with their hands dancing, and they could hang in front of Sherlock's eyes, and the rope hanging from the dummy's neck was quite elastic, and several hanged ghosts jumped up and down in the air a few times before they squeaked and swayed.

"Ah~~" "Ah~"

Sherlock slammed his mouth over.

An eerie smile appeared on the face of the high diver.

"Did you hear that?" Sherlock's voice quivered.

"I hear you. Gao Qian faintly looked into the darkness behind him.

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