The torrential rain was pouring down, the dark clouds in the sky were rolling, and streams of silvery-white and blue-white lightning were pulled out of it, the thunder was deafening, and the miscellaneous shrubs in the garden were broken off by the strong winds. It was clear that it would be unwise to leave the house and go back through the Black Forest in such weather, so the party had to be prepared to spend the night here.

This time, Zhou Zhongmou didn't want to go outside - he wasn't a fool, and he had to go out for the night in the rainstorm. The Basque Country was also very experienced, and he asked everyone to spend the night in the hall, where there was enough firewood anyway, and although it was rotten, it was not impossible to burn. After being sprinkled with alchemy potions for combustion, the roaring fireplace drove away the moisture and cold in the hall due to the heavy rain, and the well-preserved windows could still block the cold outside, making the hall a warm and dry paradise.

The hall was not small, about a hundred square meters, and the floor was slightly decayed with wooden planks, but near the fireplace was a carpet that could no longer be seen - although there were large and small holes, at least it maintained the appearance of a carpet. The carpet was under the heat of the fireplace, and the surface, which was still a little damp, quickly floated a faint white gas, and then was completely dried in a matter of minutes. In one corner of the hall there were several hidden cloakrooms and storage rooms, in which the party found several screens that were still intact, these screens carved with delicate patterns and stained glass inlaid with portraits of people and gardens were dragged near the fireplace, enclosing a space to keep out the cold. In this space of about thirty square meters. The heat of the fireplace is maximized.

Zhou Zhongmou chose a far corner and laid the bottom fur, this time he chose the water-resistant fur of the hippopotamus crocodile. In any case, there is still a trace of moisture oozing from under the floor, and it is more comfortable to cover this kind of leather. In this case, it seems that it is not suitable for freshening. Everyone here was ready to deal with it for the night, even though it was still afternoon.

There was a discordant tone from the sound of the rain and thunder, the strange sounds of weeping and footsteps, and the sound of sighs. Even the deafening roars of thunder could not suppress these sounds—but in the intervals of the thunder, these sounds were faint, and they could not be heard at all unless they were carefully listened to, and even if they did, they were ethereal and more like illusions. A person may be delusional, but almost all of them have a solemn face and say that hearing it is not quite a delusion. Of course, Zhou Zhongmou also heard it, and he could still hear the voice coming from outside the hall, in the corridor. The voices came and went. Sometimes it becomes a whisper, sometimes it is crying, sometimes it is just sighing.

By this time, the members of the party had almost identified the source of the sound, but no one was willing to look at the situation - they had been certain for a day and a half before searching that there was no one else in the place but them, and that it had been identified by magic. Zhou Zhongmou stood up, picked up his big sword and walked out like this, and only then did he follow the magician of the adventure group. The guy summoned a ball of light to float in front of the two people, and then Zhou Zhongmou followed the ball of light and led the magician around the corridor - they didn't go upstairs.

"Nothing. There is nothing here. "That's what the magician said to the group when he returned. Zhou Zhongmou didn't speak, he just put the big sword in front of him, and lay on his fur to enjoy the heat of the fireplace. Those strange voices are gone, but the members of the adventure group here seem to be more nervous. Time passed in the heaviness of everyone. The rain outside had not stopped, and the water flowing from the gargoyle-headed sculptures on the eaves had formed a waterfall, and the courtyard outside had clearly become a pond. It was never light. It seemed like midnight from the time it started to rain until the sun actually set.

The thunder has stopped. Lightning can only be seen by the reflection of the dark clouds in the sky, and it is only in the distant sky that it appears, and the traces of lightning are no longer visible. But the rain never stopped, albeit much less. But it didn't stop

The flame of the fireplace is always so hot that it drives away all the cold and dampness, making the space still give people a sense of courage and security. "Always in vain. Zhou Zhongmou muttered, he took an iron kettle, poured the water from the endless water bag into it, and set it up on the fireplace. Then he took out a piece of bacon, skewered it with a sharp steel brazing and put it on the flame to bake, and the dry dough cake was also touched by Zhou Zhongmou and baked by the flame. With his actions in the lead, the others took out their own rations, and found a cauldron filled with water—the small waterfall outside was enough to easily fill the cauldron anyway, and put it in the fireplace.

After a simple dinner, Zhou Zhongmou took out a large notebook and began to flip through it. The Basque Country, on the other hand, arranged the order of the night watch, and soon came up with a simple order—anyway, there were eleven people in Zhongmou last week, and a paltry hour of duty per person was enough to arrange until dawn. Of course, Zhou Zhongmou agreed to this arrangement, and he asked himself to be on the first or second shift.

In this already eerie and eerie place, all the members of the party were not in a good mood, and they all had ideas about what would appear during the night in accordance with their own educational process and adventure experience, so that no one was still interested in playing cards or anything like that, so they lined up their bunks close to each other, and soon fell asleep - it was better to pass the night as much as possible, and then leave the place far tomorrow with their things.

The group had not slept well all night, and it was dawn in a daze - and then another dead man was found. This time, the deceased was actually the strongest Basque Daddy among them, the leader of the group. At this point, the small group is finished.

Zhou Zhongmou did not go away, he stood beside the dead Basque and watched-the dead man's eyes burst out, his sockets were cracked, and his mouth was very wide open, but no one heard Basque shouts at night. With his hands tightly blocked in front of his chest as a defensive look, Zhou Zhongmou pressed the Basque with his hand, "Zombie." Then this guy began to recall his experience as an earthling who has watched countless criminal investigation TV series, especially the American drama CSI, "at least more than an hour dead" This kind of thing is basically nonsense, and it is not certain that people in this world will have a zombie one to three hours after death like earthlings.

The question now is not when Basque died, but whether he died silently in the presence of the crowd - whether any of the people in the gang attempted to murder Basque is not known, and the direct cause of Basque's death is unknown. Anyway, now the people here are obviously panicked and broken.

Everyone looked at the courtyard outside, where the rain had stopped, and immediately took their belongings and was about to leave the place. However, the door won't open (to be continued......