The calcium carbide lamp emits a yellowish glow dyed with a hint of blue, illuminating the tunnel separated by stone pillars.

Lumien walked slowly, carrying a black canvas bag that had become popular among college students in the last two or three years, containing "torture" gloves and a pile of white candles.

After many experiments by him, putting it in his bag and carrying it on his body is less negative than carrying it in his pocket or trouser pocket, although there is no essential difference, but it is better than nothing.

Follow Gardner. As Martin's map approached the underground observatory area, Lumian turned his ears to listen for the fork in the road.

A massive, jumble of footsteps came faintly.

Lumian glanced at the road ahead and to the right, unsure of which one the unidentified people would choose, so he simply climbed to the top of a stone pillar that held up the top of the tunnel, extinguished the calcium carbide lamp, and cowered into the darkness.

Not long after, a group of men approached.

Most of them were either dressed in shabby jackets or shirtless, all hunched over and carrying heavy crates, and a dozen well-dressed men with evil faces armed with different firearms and carrying calcium carbide lamps were evenly distributed in the front, middle and back of the procession.

Smuggler...... Lumian poked his head slightly, and with the help of the other party's light, he observed the crates, which seemed to have a metallic luster.

Arms, or something else? He muttered silently as he watched the smuggling caravan enter the tunnel on the right.

On the way forward, perhaps a certain shadow shook too much like a real person, and a smuggler directly raised his gun, aimed there, and pulled the trigger.

The sound of a bang echoed, the alarm was lifted, and the team moved on.

Lumian shook his head with a "tsk", feeling that these guys were too nervous and reacted a little too aggressively.

In underground Trier, it's easy to go wrong!

You know, except for the wandering college students and the citizens who are looking for a place to grow mushrooms to subsidize their lives, most of the humans infested underground are not simple, and the probability of the extraordinary is much higher than that on the ground.

With this in mind, Lumian pulled out his revolver and pulled the trigger on the smuggling caravan that was about to disappear at the end of the tunnel on the right.

He wasn't aiming at anyone, just at the air.

Bang! The gun-wielding smugglers either spun around quickly or rolled to the side, while raining bullets at the junction.

But it had nothing to do with Lumian, who was about to touch the top of the rock face.

The smugglers fought with the air for a while, then shifted their positions vigilantly, confusedly, and in a panic.

Lumian looked at their backs and smiled.

No thanks, it's a free education!

He then jumped to the ground and re-lit the carbide lamp.

Sniffing the air that still smelled of gunpowder, Lumian smiled and plugged in his revolver, following the established route.

Two or three minutes later, he was confronted by several quarry policemen in dark uniforms, armed with semi-automatic pistols.

glanced at Lumian, who had a young face, a cross-shouldered bag, a shirt and a vest, and cursed in a low voice from the police officer at the head: "Raised by a bitch, why is it a college student again!"

After scolding, he exhaled and asked in a loud voice, "Did you hear any movement just now?"

"There seems to be a shootout over there, bang, bang, I want to go over and see but don't dare." Lumian didn't hide anything for the smuggling caravan.

Several quarry policemen glanced at each other, and quickly crossed Lumian and ran to the intersection.

Inside the "Conversation Room".

Seeing the skeleton host in an iron mask walk out, the man dressed as a wizard looked at Franca and Jane and said:

"What did you find? As I said, the janitor or his body must be found to be paid. ”

Janna said calmly, "We haven't thought about getting paid yet, we just think things are more complicated than you described.

"One night before, we infiltrated the Deep Valley Quarry......"

After hearing the term "Deep Valley Quarry", the man's head, whose face was hidden by the shadow of the hood, lifted slightly.

This subtle body language did not escape Franca's careful observation.

She had specifically consulted Anthony Reid to know what normal human beings would have knee-jerk reactions in this situation.

The other party's actions just now show that he is sensitive to the word "deep valley quarry"!

And only those who know that there is a problem there will have a similar reaction.

Jane went on to talk about her and Franka's discoveries, including the monk with the mechanical prosthetic eye and the secret cave with arms and thighs.

The man dressed as a wizard no longer had any extra body movements, but for Franca, it was more proof that the other party knew about the anomalies of the Deep Valley Quarry.

After listening to Jana's account, the man deliberately said in a sharp voice:

"I'm not sure if that has anything to do with the janitor's disappearance, but if you can enter that secret cavern, take a few pictures, or bring out something important and valuable, I'm willing to pay you half of it, and maybe you'll find clues to the janitor's whereabouts inside."

Do you think we look like stupid? Just 10,000 Feldin wants us to take the risk? Franka muttered silently.

If it weren't for the occult gathering convened by her friends, she would have planned to find a way to track down the client, find out his true identity, extract more detailed information from him, and let Jane sell it to the "purifier".

"Stop!

"Ahead is the Empire of Death!"

Once again, Lumien came to the natural arch carved with various white bones and sunflower and steam symbols.

Before he could take out the pocket watch he had borrowed from the Breeze Ballroom to check the time, he saw Hela, dressed in a mysterious widow's black robe and with pale blonde hair with withered and split ends, walking over from the other side.

The lady bowed her head lightly and said, "Since you have arrived, then let's go in early."

"Okay." Lumian opened his satchel and pulled out two white candles.

He lit them and gave one to Hela, and said with a smile, "Aren't you worried that the information I got about the 'Samaritan Woman's Spring' is wrong?"

"Success is made up of failures." "Hela" replied in a cold voice.

Lumian suddenly laughed: "I thought you would say that failure is a successful mother."

"This is not a workshop." "Hela" responded simply.

Lumian didn't make any more small talk, extinguished the carbide lamp, and walked to the boulder arch with a white candle that had been lit with an orange flame.

As he expected, a figure turned out of the darkness behind the door.

The figure was wearing a blue vest and yellow trousers, with gray hair, few wrinkles, and pale yellow eyes that were already somewhat cloudy, and he was an old man of considerable age.

The old man glanced at the white candle in Lumian's hand, frowned and asked, "Didn't you look for a guide?"

You...... Not you? Lumian glanced at "Hela" out of the corner of her eye, and noticed that the candlelight around her had somehow dimmed, as if it had been eroded by the darkness of the earth or shrouded in a thick mist. In this state, she seemed to disappear from the eyes of the tomb keeper who was in charge of guarding the door.

Lumian smiled at the old man, "I don't need a guide, I've been to the tomb many times, but I'm more used to taking the entrance to the memorial parish.

"Rest assured, I remember all the taboos and will not deliberately violate them."

The old man said angrily, "You college students! Remember, come out before your candle runs out!"

He said as he moved out of the way and turned back into the darkness behind the door.

As Lumian walked through the boulder doorway and entered the "Empire of Death", relying on the fact that he had "Hela" as his companion this time, he turned his head sideways, looked at the elderly tomb keeper, and asked curiously, "Why don't you hold a lit white candle?"

The tomb keeper's slightly cloudy pale yellow eyes suddenly darkened, and his whole person exuded a cold meaning.

He replied in a low voice, "I was just at the door, not deeper." ”

Is it? Lumian, who had already entered the catacombs, sensibly gave up the question, concentrating on feeling the cold bursting from the bottom of his heart and the gazes cast by the darkness around him.

He felt that the grave keeper's current state was a bit similar to Hela's.

Under the gaze of corpses in the pits of the stone wall and bones piled up on both sides of the road, Lumian walked through the air with the smell of decay, and walked with "Hela" through the "chapel burial chamber" and "memorial pillar burial chamber".

"What floor are we going to?" After passing by a group of tourists, "Hela" asked coldly.

"The fourth floor." Lumian held up the white candle in his hand and pointed to the sign next to the tomb in front of him, without hiding anything.

"Hela" bowed her head again, picked up her pace, and walked in front of Lumian.

She seemed to know the first level of the catacombs very well, and she found the staircase to the second level with a few twists and turns.

Compared with the upper floor, there are very few tourists here, and only occasionally you can meet a few college students holding candles and singing and dancing in front of the corpses to exercise their courage.

Hela's pace didn't slow down at all, and it wasn't long before Lumian saw a broken stone door.

With the yellowish glow of the candle, he read the Intian language on the stone door: "Entrance to the Old Ossuary".

"From here, down to the third level, the doorway is the altar of the sun and steam, and if you go all the way to the 'Krissmana Night Pillar', you will enter the fourth level." "Hela," said coldly.

"Do you have a complete map of the catacombs?" Lumian couldn't help but ask.

There is often only the first layer in circulation.

"Hela" shook her head: "The further down you go, the less you know, starting from the third layer, you have to look at the street signs and the black line on the top of the cave."

Lumian didn't say anything more, and walked with "Hela" through the entrance of the old ossuary, down the wide, historic stone steps.

As soon as the two of them arrived at the third floor of the tomb, they saw a ball of candlelight and two pillars of sacrifice made of mottled boulders.

The candle flame belonged to a young man with black hair and brown eyes and a pale face.

When he spotted Lumien and Hela, he rushed over like a straw to save his life.

He shouted as he ran, "I, a few of my friends are gone!" It's gone!"