The dark space used to reverberate with the roar of some kind of machinery from farther and deeper, as piercing as the sound of some kind of heavy machinery used for digging as it worked. And now, in the slightly noisy roar, there was a hint of footsteps coming from above the hallway.

Click, click......

The footsteps were heavy but a little dragged, like a depleted man holding on to the wall and slowly dragging his tired body down. The fact that the door that had been closed was opened was undoubtedly irritating to him, but he couldn't do it even if he wanted to go downstairs to check it.

As the shuffling footsteps approached the lower hall, Lizzie vaguely sensed that something was wrong—the footsteps didn't sound like they belonged to Dr. Humpty Dumpty or the old man who belonged to the True Eye, but rather something close to what she had heard in the Art Building.

Who is this person? The footsteps sounded like there was some kind of stickiness, I wonder if the person was shuffling his feet, or if his feet themselves were sticky something.

As Lizzie listened to the footsteps getting closer, she wondered - if it wasn't deliberate, everyone would have their own unique sound when they walked. However, in the past two days, when she was investigating in the infirmary, she did not hear similar footsteps.

But rather than doubting in my heart, how to hide my figure is the most important thing - the underground space below the infirmary building is empty, and standing at the entrance of the staircase can take in the view of the hall. Even if she chooses to use spells to hide herself in the shadows, if the other party has a light source. The light in his hand was enough to illuminate the whole hall of the hall.

At that point, there really is nothing to hide.

The hall was empty, so there were no corners to hide. Above the surrounding walls, there were several dark doorways connected to several passages that led in three different directions - each of which had been cleaned. I can't see that they are being used.

The passages stretched farther away, and the constant sound of machinery coming from the depths of the passage facing the staircase. Lizzie followed the sounds and found nothing—in the unlit hall, she could only see them pointing to a thicker darkness.

Time was running out, and the sound of footsteps was almost clearer than the sound of machinery in the distance. Extrapolating from the experience when he came down, the owner of the footsteps had almost turned the last staircase. Lizzie looked left and right, finally deciding where she was going to hide.

Suddenly, Lizzie frowned - if anyone looked at her face at this point. You can clearly see that she rarely showed a somewhat tangled expression. With a sigh, she pulled out a fingernail-sized piece from the inside pocket of her jacket and shoved it into her mouth and chewed it in small bites.

What she stuffed into her mouth was quite tough, and it was quite toothy to chew. With constant chewing. A salty and bitter taste spreads from the tip of the tongue to the entire mouth. At the same time, she lifted some of the magic in her body and spread it evenly over her limbs.

What she chewed had its due effect, and the wonderful taste passed through the tip of her tongue. It then spreads to all parts of the limbs. The magic that covers the limbs begins to change their nature. The disembodied magic has a sticky feeling, like glue on your hands.

Immediately afterward, Lizzie pressed her hand against the cold concrete wall and moved it tentatively. Her limbs were sticky with the help of magic, and they connected her hands to the wall, allowing Lizzie to climb the wall against the side of the staircase.

After a while, although it was not comfortable, Lizzie had already "tapped" herself to the top of the staircase. This hall may not be very spacious. However, it had a certain height - at least it wasn't too much of a problem for Lizzie's short body to hide in the space above the staircase.

Footsteps had reached the top of the stairs, and a shadow in a black robe slowly moved out of the air carrying an old metal lantern. Suspiciously, he clutched the lantern and searched the hall. It didn't occur to me to look at the wall behind my head.

It's sometimes easy to ignore what's in your head, especially in a dark environment, where they basically only notice the area in front of them that is illuminated by a light source. The black-robed creature seemed to be guilty of this, so he never showed up hiding in the corner of his vision.

"Whoa-whoa-whoa-"

The black shadow in the robe appeared a little thin, and the loose robe looked loose over him. The pitch-black hood obscured his head and blocked his view - he couldn't find Lizzie, probably to blame the ill-fitting robes.

For some reason, he was constantly dressed in a robe, which made the already somewhat dull air even more stuffy. As he breathed heavily, a stronger and stronger rancid stench filled the hall, and the foul-smelling air rushed to her face, causing Lizzie to frown.

Suddenly, Lizzie's eyes caught the hand he was holding the lantern - it was the only limb he had exposed to his robes, and the gray skin looked like it was rotting, giving it a disgusting appearance that hurt the eyes. Some of the growing stench may have come from him.

What's going on with this person?

There was a slight confusion in Lizzie's eyes, and she noticed that there was something strange about the man's biological reaction. His body did look like a living thing, breathing and heartbeat, but his limbs smelled like rotten water, like a corpse that had been rotting for a long time.

Unbeknownst to Lizzie judging herself in the back of her head, the shadow gasped loudly as she savagely walked up and down the hall. But there was really nothing in the empty hall for him to appear, and he didn't know how to turn his head to see that he was still walking around the hall.

It is not surprising that he would focus all his attention on the same level as his own height, after all, it is impossible for a normal person to stick to a wall without any support, and the only thing that can hide people is the floor of the hall. It was this mindset that made his efforts futile.

So after searching for a long time and finding nothing, his attention turned to the passage in the other direction. Heavy breathing was mixed with a slurred growl, for his voice was so deep and indistinct that Lizzie couldn't even hear what he was saying.

"Damn, what's going on!"

Just as the black-robed man continued to roar in a low voice, there was another voice from above, along with the click of a broken wooden door. The voice that spoke was familiar to Lidgy, and it was undoubtedly the exclamation of the short and fat doctor.

"Calm down, Frass, there's nothing to fuss about. With him was the old man, his voice still speaking slowly and logically, but now he was full of tiredness, "Since the guy named Leinster took the initiative to come to the door, he must already have some clues in his hand." ”

The sneak attack on Curt was violently cracked by him, and the magic of the recoil wounded his internal organs. The old man is now not only injured in his body, but also the magic in his body is even more disordered, although he has used spells to deal with emergencies, but there is no way to make his body recover immediately.

But of course, he would not expose his physical problems lightly, and still maintained a calm tone and said: "It doesn't matter, with that guy's degree, it is impossible to find anything valuable now...... Or rather, it's likely that he's still in the underground facility. ”

No matter how much a person knows, it doesn't make sense if he dies. Messages must be passed on in order to become intelligence, and the dead cannot speak - and of course, no one will know where he has "disappeared" if necessary.

"Whew!"

The moment he heard the sound of words coming from above, the black-robed man let out a cry in some horror. The voice was so inarticulate that Lizzie couldn't hear what he was saying, except for a faint hint of fear—he was clearly afraid of the Humpty Dumpty Doctor and the old man.

He trembled and glanced back at the staircase, where there was only darkness and no two people who had scared him so much. It was dark enough that he didn't even see Lizzie hiding in the darkness, but instead saw his face by the light of the lantern.

It was a frighteningly white face, and it wasn't because of the horror he revealed. Like his exposed hands, his face showed extensive signs of decay - a face that was not even recognizable as a human if it wasn't looked closely.

Lizzie had seen a face more terrifying than his, but the fear that had risen from the bottom of her heart filled this miserable face, making the expression on this face even more terrifying. What can make this horrible guy scared are two "normal people", which is really full of irony in a sense.

"Woooooooo

Although the black-robed man saw nothing in the darkness, he turned and ran as if he had seen the most terrifying thing. The lantern in his hand made a sound of "clang, clang", and at the same time he screamed mournfully, he stumbled into the passage where the roar of machinery was heard.

He may have tried to run away with all his might, but his scrambled footsteps were only heavy and not sufficient. The sound of his footsteps was clearly transmitted, and the old man and the short and fat doctor on the stairs naturally heard this obvious footstep, and they also sped up their descent downstairs.

It was a wave of unsettled—Lizzie had no choice but to stick to the wall, waiting for the old man and the Humpty Dumpty doctor to move into the hall at a faster pace. (To be continued!)

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