"What are you doing?" The already dark faces of the guards were even darker at the moment, and the movements of the two guys could not be said to be unpleasant, almost in the blink of an eye, the mats that had just been laid on the ground disappeared together with the cards, the only problem was that they found that the timing of someone coming in was a little too slow, Andy and the guards around him did see what game the two people in the room had been playing before they came in.

"We.... I didn't do anything, I was just chatting. Two hounds looked upset when they were caught deserting, and one of them made the decision to stick his mouth to the end.

"Oh, you're chatting, you're so nervous." The black face said this without hindrance, and the two hounds had just breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly they were slapped twice without warning, and the slaps were so strong that they almost slapped the two of them to the ground one by one.

"When I'm an idiot? You two, dare to play this trick on me? I'm not blind yet! After his lesson, the two confessed their mistake, and that they had indeed mistakenly indulged in a card game at their guard posts, and that it had been taught to them by a merchant who had come from the west to trade.

The cards were also small gifts from the merchant to the two hounds, in return for helping the merchant drive away a troublemaker, a game called Caravan Poker, according to the hounds.

Blackface kicked the two away, demanding that they go to their superiors on their own to admit their mistakes and accept punishment. Some information flashed through Andy's head, he seemed to have heard of this called it before

The game of "Caravan Poker" is played by many merchants and gamblers in the West or ordinary wastelanders who are just interested in this type of game, not only in New California, but also in many other regions.

This is a two-player poker game in which the rules of the game are to use the pre-war poker cards that you have collected on your own in the wasteland to form a deck of cards that are unique to each person and have a different deck, and then stack them into several stacks with a certain number of cards, each of which is called

"Caravan caravan". The main point of the competition between the two players is to put the playing card teams together in order of size, and then keep them in a state where the sum is as large as possible and does not exceed the upper limit, and when one of the players is the first to achieve more than one team, then the victory is declared.

In order to make your team take shape as quickly as possible and ruin the opponent's formation plan, there are several cards with unique features, such as a jack that can abolish part of the opposing team's poker and a queen that can reverse the order of the team's numbers, and the two will win in the cycle of building the team by calculating the numbers, attacking after the opponent is successful, and defending against the opponent's attack when they are close to success.

Generally speaking, this kind of game will come with some jackpot bets, which are some bottle caps. That's what Andy knows about this game, and since he doesn't like it very much, he doesn't know much about it, and he's not sure if all of this information is correct.

"Hey! Time to go! Blackface greeted Andy, and the two continued inside, opening a rusty metal door, followed by rows of cells.

As soon as Andy saw the cell, his heart tightened. Along the way, the iron cages were filled with people who looked like ordinary slaves, or prisoners who were formerly hounds or Hekates' daughters, who presumably had made a serious mistake to be stripped of their identities and left here to die.

When they saw someone coming in, they first showed a look of anticipation, and someone immediately picked up the broken rice bowl in the corner.

But when they realized that the two men were unfamiliar faces and not jailers delivering food, they were horrified.

The black face walked deeper without delay, scanning the cell with terrifying eyes as he went, looking for traces of Adrian.

The prisoners he had seen couldn't help but tremble. Andy followed him and heard him muttering.

"Two idiots, how long has it been since they were fed, how are there so many people left.... Damn, they're going to be addicted to outsiders' games, and it looks like those two guys are going to have to come in here sooner or later to enjoy themselves, huh...."Andy didn't know what the other party was called

What does "hey" mean, it's not a good thing to think about. Blackface suddenly stopped in front of a cell and pointed at an unkempt guy inside.

"Look at it, I guess it should be him, don't find the wrong person." Andy leaned over to the cell and saw a poor man curled up in the corner with deep nasolabial folds on his face.

His two eyeballs are not small, and he looks quite vigorous. The hair on the head had become unsightly from the oily clumps and dust of the place, and the two lenses of the round-rimmed glasses on the nose had disappeared one and cracked the other.

The upper body wears a white coat, the color is hardly called a white coat, and inside is a plaid shirt and a pair of jeans.

This man is about forty years old, and at first glance he is a typical intellectual.

"Ali Dean. Bell, is that you? Andy shouted at the man in the cell who looked a little sluggish, and the other party was taken aback and immediately looked at Andy's excited response.

"It's me, it's me!! Who are you? Are you trying to get me out? After confirming that it was him, Andy gestured to the blackface guard, who immediately opened the cell door with the key.

"Oh! Oh my God, thank you so much. He staggered to his feet from the corner. The black-faced guard beckoned Andy not to stay long, then turned and went deeper to open a cell, he pulled out a pistol and threatened the prisoners inside to go deeper with him, and then the two gradually disappeared from Andy's field of vision.

Aridean watched the hound go, visibly relieved, and immediately walked out of the cell and came to Andy's side.

"Oh! Hell, I thought I was going to die, those guys would drag someone away every once in a while, and the one they dragged away never came back here.... I've had a really hard time this time. Andy patted him on the shoulder.

"You should also thank your companion Bridge, if he hadn't insisted on looking for someone to help him outside, you probably wouldn't have had this opportunity to get out of here. Speaking of which, what the hell is going on with you? What did you say to Hecate to make her so angry? Or even lock you up in this kind of dungeon waiting for death? Alidean opened his mouth, as if he didn't know what to say.

"I... I don't understand, I still don't understand why, I...."Andy didn't ask, just led him out of this gloomy dungeon.

As soon as Alidean came out and saw the sun, he fell to his knees, choked and unable to speak, but he quickly regained his composure.

"I'm just curious, you know that it's not as safe to come all the way to this place as it was in New California." Andy handed him a bottle of water, and Adrian thanked him and began to drink bitterly.

"Ahem.... I, of course I know. He wiped the water from his face, and there was a confident and energetic expression on his face, which clearly revealed a stubbornness that belonged only to those who were learned.

"I'm actually an archaeologist, and my biggest hobby in life is to go around collecting the things left over from the pre-war world, especially the holographic cartridges, notes and terminals that record precious information, no matter what the content is, in my opinion, they are precious treasures with historical and cultural value!" He excitedly pulled out a piece of old paper that was mutilated, it was supposed to be some kind of archival paper, although it was a little tattered, but it could still read some of the records on it.

"Like this... Few people cared about these things, and most people only paid attention to pre-war tech items or scrap metal that could be sold for money, and they saw them just crushing them or throwing them into the fire for fuel. But they don't understand, they don't understand how much value it might have! Andy took the tattered piece of waste paper, which had vague records, but the most striking thing was that there was a pattern in the side corner of the paper that belonged to the Holy Spring Company.

This caught his attention, and Andy struggled to read some words through the dirt. 【..... Designation C-78-O-Left Tunnel, date of discovery, 12/13/2076, 13:02 PM, discovered by: ...... The sample has been transferred, and at 16:21 in the afternoon, the test results of the laboratory sample have been confirmed as the target.... Codename 26 suffered a severe allergic reaction and has been secretly executed..... The information on similar samples submitted by the West Veneer Branch is being verified and compared....... This record is classified as Level 3 secrecy, and the date of file incineration is: January 2, 2078.

After reading it, he looked up and saw that Alidean was looking at him with a very excited expression.

"Interesting, right? The guys had no idea what was hidden beneath their feet, it was found in that dungeon, and the natives used it as waste paper to use as carpet or wallpaper, and most of it was rotten, but I still found a handful of things that I could still see. Andy nodded, this is indeed interesting to him, but this guy actually almost tossed his own life here for these tosses, and it is indeed not something that ordinary people can do.

"Do you think this place used to... What is it for? Alidean said his guess with a glow and a dance.

"The place that was used as a cell by the natives must have been a laboratory before, and they didn't build the cells, they just took them from the place, and they used to be some cells. This used to be a sparsely populated place, and there must be something wrong with a group of people coming here to secretly carry out some illegal experiments and excavations underground, although I can't be sure.... After all, they won't allow me to explore. ”