"Boss, is this what you said?" Under the ground, the group of combatants who had been hiding behind cover now jumped out of cover. Weapons were thrown all over the ground, even self-defense pistols were thrown on the ground. No one fired, no one shouted, no one even lay on their stomachs. Everyone stood in the middle of the hallway, happily dancing in circles to the music.

"! I've got a cramp in my leg!" shouted a slightly chubby combatant at the top of his voice, "When will this stop?!"

"Stop, we're all going to die!" shouted a middle-aged man with a devil's head embroidered on his shoulder, dancing a difficult Russian Cossack dance over and over again. He squatted on the ground, his body bouncing up and down, constantly kicking his feet outward in the air, he was panting from exhaustion, and his face was covered with sweat. "I wish this centurion would be on the ground before the music is over!"

About three or four hundred meters in front of this group of dancing combatants, a centurion in red robes was also dancing. The dance moves were not much easier than the middle-aged man's Cossack dance, and he constantly raised his legs and slapped his hands on the surface of his thighs in the air, knocking out bursts of crisp and pleasant sounds. It looks a bit like the Schopratler in Germany – the kind of folkloric dance where men wear leather shorts and snap on themselves.

The young man took a cup from the coffee machine, with a glass of blue liquid. A direction is written on the paper cup, as well as a simple and clear verb, "pour". The middle-aged man did not hesitate to get the cup, and spilled the liquid in the cup in the direction that was indicated.

The blue liquid seemed to have an extremely strong corrosive effect, and almost in the blink of an eye, it corroded the ground in front of the middle-aged man into a large crater. A large hole five meters deep was revealed. Inside the cave is a strange gramophone, which is wrapped in a thick layer of transparent material. The gramophone had a disc on it with a line of golden letters, "A collection of dance music that makes you dance to exhaustion."

While the blue liquid corrodes the reinforced concrete, it also evaporates into white water vapor. By the time the transparent material appeared in front of everyone's eyes, the blue liquid had basically completely evaporated. Only the last drop remained, lightly dripping onto the transparent shell.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a nice little hole had been eroded into the shell, and the last drop of blue liquid had turned into water vapor. With the sound of music in the box, it rushed into the passage above.

"Damn, what's going on?" a few exclamations rang out in the hallway, followed by a rush of footsteps. The armed men, who had been armed with weapons in their arms, sprang out of cover and began to dance in the hallway as they knew. The jumping was elated, the jumping was sore, and the dancing was extraordinary.

"There's a containment facility under the floor!" someone shouted, "The gramophone down there is a SAFE-class anomalous object that makes a sound that will make the listener dance for the next five hours!"

"Five hours?!" roared the fat man with cramped legs, "you might as well kill me!"

The one who was yelled at replied, "If I can draw a gun now, I will kill you immediately!"

Everyone roared at each other to express the unhappiness in their hearts, and at the same time, they also announced to other colleagues that they had danced a bewitching dance that was helpless. But in fact, no one cares about the people around them for a long time. The desire to dance comes from the depths of the soul of the person who hears the music. It's okay to say one or two words of duplicity, and if you talk too much, even these five big and three thick strong men themselves can't stand it.

Dance, dance, dance!

The crazy solo dance turned into a group dance, and even the centurion in the red cloak joined in. He grabbed the young man's hand and roared, "Give me Nazareth's body!"

"I don't know where that thing is!" the young man roared back fearlessly, and then made several difficult lower back movements in succession, and then leaned into the centurion's arms tenderly, his eyes fixed on each other's eyes, "Disgusting, don't stare at me, look elsewhere!"

"Then don't come up on your own!" said the centurion angrily, "you things that deserve to be cursed by Satan, what kind of magic have you unleashed on me?!"

"When have you ever seen this kind of ghostly magic?" the dance partner exchanged, and the middle-aged man took the young man's place, he gently put his arm around the centurion's waist, and began to dance the tango with the centurion resolutely. The two of them have excellent footsteps, and their dancing postures are full of passionate love. "If it weren't for the fact that you suddenly broke in and killed my men mercilessly, you think I would be willing to stop you in this way?"

"I curse you!" roared the centurion, then obediently spun around twice and hugged the middle-aged man from behind, "All those who prevent me from seeing Nazareth again must die!"

"If you have the ability, come and kill me. The middle-aged man turned out of the centurion's arms with some helplessness, and threw him high with a force of his arms, and the centurion, who had been spinning in the air for three and a half weeks, fell back into the arms of the middle-aged man. "Lao Tzu is almost tired from dancing. You kill me now, and I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life. ”

When Shen Xi brought Agnes in, this fierce dance was getting better.

"It's ...... What's the situation?" Agnes had been professionally trained after all, and her unchanging mental qualities made her calm down immediately. But this scene was so unbelievable that she looked at the many dancing men in front of her, and recognized the centurion among them at a glance. Agnes retreated without hesitation, and after closing the distance between herself and the centurion, she raised her hand to chant a spell, ready to cast a spell.

Shen Xi raised his hand to stop Agnes' movements. Nguyen An stepped forward and asked in a loud voice, "You are His Excellency Longinus, the centurion of the province of Petra in Arabia?"

The centurion and the other three combatants joined hands and came over in four little swans, jumping briskly. "That's right, that's me. ”

Shen Xi coughed a few times, turned his head, and tried not to laugh out loud. But the tremor on his shoulders betrayed his actions completely.

"What is the purpose of your invasion of the shelter?" Ruan An didn't laugh, but the hand behind her back pinched the soft flesh on her waist and twisted herself several times. "Why do you think what you want is in this shelter?"

"Give me back Nazareth's body!" the four little swans circled around Ruan An and the others again, "I know he's hidden here by you damned heretics!

"By dancing?" Ruan An smiled and said to the fighters next to him, "If you can control the direction of your movement, run as far away as you can." We have been commissioned by the SCP Foundation O5 Council to support you. ”

"I can't run. The middle-aged man danced enthusiastically beside him, and his two arms dangled in the sky with a vast momentum, "The effect time of this anomalous device is forty minutes, and now we have only danced half of it." When the effects are completely over, I'm afraid we will all be directly paralyzed on the ground and unable to move. ”

Shen Xi motioned for Ruan An to think of a way in the same place, and he followed the source of the voice to find it. Within two steps, Shen Xi found the gramophone under the ground.

"If we can't finish it quickly, we'll have to find a way to destroy the gramophone. Shen Xi looked at the gramophone in front of him with some pity, "This thing feels like a very useful thing." ”

Having almost everyone in the room lay down their weapons and stop the hostilities and start a pleasing dance is certainly useful. Shen Xi stretched out his right hand, summoned the Qing Ying Sword, and used the blade to cut a large hole in the transparent material that shrouded the outside of the gramophone.

He took the gramophone out of the opening, and looked up and down the props in his hand. Although this thing looks like an old-fashioned loudspeaker phonograph, when you get closer, you realize that this thing probably doesn't work very well from a phonograph. There is no place for a vinyl turntable on the box below, so the end of the horn is naturally not connected to the stylus and the resonant plate. The initial plan to "remove the stylus or remove the record" came to nothing.

After looking back and forth for a while, Shen Xi suddenly saw a line of small characters engraved on the inside of the speaker, which read, "Joseph Carr, presents you with the most exquisite and enthusiastic dance." ”

Shen Xi was shocked, although there was also the possibility of the same name and surname, but Shen Xi's intuition told him that the funny device in front of him was the clown's "work".

Suddenly, the music on the gramophone stopped. The people dancing in the hallway first froze, and then fell to the ground like a rolling gourd. Their physical strength has long been drained by the high-intensity dance. Even a few wounded combatants were already in a coma. But the unconscious combatants continued to dance until the music stopped.

Ruan An took out a wat board that was somewhat similar to the jade wat held by Yu Qian from his arms, twisted his body forward, and fought with the bare-handed centurion, the sword light intersected with the fist wind, stirring up a cloud of dust. And Agnes in the distance was not idle, and with a wave of his hand, countless balls of light containing bursting energy smashed towards the centurion.

Shen Xi didn't go back to help immediately, he was sweating profusely and looked at the position three meters in front of him. The moment the music stopped, a mass of flesh and blood that looked like human tissue flew out of the phonograph's horn. The mass floated in front of him, then suddenly began to expand rapidly. In the short time that Shen Xi's cold sweat had just burst out, the mass of flesh and blood had already turned into a man with messy blond hair on his head. He was also wearing a well-cut purple suit - the clown who had been blown into dust by the Fourth Fleet a few hours earlier!

(End of chapter)