Hell, evil spirits, demons?

Looking at the conclusive descriptions on the rock wall, and the dead bodies that came all the way, if the evil spirits are all at the bottom of the line, then how did these people die?

As I went up the hallway and back down the hallway, the lights below were still on, and it was hard to imagine what was going on below.

Stepping across the lawn, the light in the room where he slept was on at this time, and Jiang Sake didn't have time to think about it, and returned to Goering's house.

Goering was sitting on the cabinet next to the bed with his hands propped up, and when he saw Jiang Qingjiu entering through the window, he waved his hands and looked excited,

"My God, you have come back safe and sound. ”

He stepped forward and hugged Ginger Sake.

The two returned to the living room, and Goering took two cans of beer and placed them on the table.

"Wine, when you were in the car, you said you were going to go in and find out, but I thought you were just talking. I didn't think you would actually do it. “

Ginger Sake picked up the remaining can of beer, set it aside, and then took a sip, the cold beer went down his intestines and into his stomach, which made him sober up a lot. "How did you find out I was in that room?"

Goering took a sip of his beer, waved his hand, and explained: "The situation is not very good for us now, and I am thinking about countermeasures, and I can't sleep. Standing by the window just in time to see your whereabouts. ”

"I was going to stop you, but when I walked out of the room, you were already inside. Seriously, wine, I waited at the door for three minutes. You must know that in the past, everyone who went in and couldn't get out within three minutes would die. After three minutes passed, I saw that you had not come out, and I thought that it was over, but I did not expect that you were still alive. “

As if he had experienced it himself, Goering was a little nervous and couldn't help but take another sip of beer.

Jiang Qingshu, who was sitting on the side, looked at Goering's appearance and frowned. How did he get this three minutes, and was there anyone else who had never come out alive but me?

"What's the matter with those three minutes you're talking about?"

Jiang sake asked. Goering patted his head, sighed, and said, "I forgot about it." There was only one person, only one person who had come out alive after entering the house before you, and it was exactly three minutes. “

"Who's that guy?"

Goering thought for a moment, put the empty beer can on the table, got up and rummaged in the cabinet under the TV for a while. Then he was holding a small notepad wrapped in black leather.

He skillfully flipped the little book to the corresponding position. Looking down, there is a black and white photo pasted on it, and on the side is a message that looks like a table.

Name: Madrid Jones. Age: Unknown. Residence: 388 Bush Street.

"It's the old gentleman. Goering said, pointing to the photo.

The old man in the photo is a black man with dozens of black moles on his face and a pair of eyes full of wisdom.

"You investigated him?" Jiang asked about the source of the information.

Goering waved his hand awkwardly and replied: "There is no way to do it, he is the only survivor, I think I should be able to get some important news from him, so I asked some colleagues at work to get a picture of the old gentleman." You know, as journalists, it's not hard to get that basic information. ”

Jiang Qingjiu nodded, it is true, if you do Goering and their business, you don't even have this skill, then it is basically difficult to mix well.

Jiang Sake took the small book from Goering's hand and carefully looked at the information recorded on it.

He went in for three minutes and came out unharmed. How long has this been going on?"

Goering carefully calculated and returned: "It's been a few years. What's the matter, wine, did you find anything in there?"

It was a few years ago! Today there are no evil spirits, only bones. One thing is for sure, there must have been something strange in the small villa before this, otherwise there would be so many white bones that can't be said, but is it because the old man has cleaned up those evil spirits?"

"Yes, there are many people, either lovers of paranormal events, or members of the Courage Society, etc., who tried to get inside, and all of them died inside. Goering said, then added, "But in the last year or two, no one has ever tried to enter it, and it seems to have become a forbidden place for these people. “

This is very strange, if the old man did not deal with the evil spirit, then how did he come out alive? And after he had just entered it himself, there were no evil spirits in it?

"Wine, have you found anything in it?" asked Goering tentatively.

Jiang Qingjiu nodded silently, then drank the beer in his hand in one gulp, and returned: "I haven't gone thoroughly, maybe we should go to that Mr. Madrid Jones, and maybe we can get some unknown information from him." ”

Goering, who was sitting next to him, nodded. Then the two of them went back to the house and began to rest.

......

The next day, the three got together again.

Grace didn't know what happened last night, so she asked, "What should we do now?"

Goering took out the black leather-wrapped notepad he had taken out the previous night and flipped to the page where Madrid Jones was recorded.

"We'll have to go to him, 388 Bush Street. Goering said as he ate his prepared breakfast.

Grace also picked up a piece of noodles and put it in her mouth, looking at the information on the notepad. Reaching for the bread, he exclaimed, "I know, Madrid Jones." The only survivor who came out of it after three minutes. How did I look at the old gentleman. “

I have to admit that finding him may really be able to obtain some important information.

After a simple breakfast, the three of them simply cleaned up and set out on the road, this time the destination was farther, and it took more than ten hours to drive all the way without stopping.

In the car, Ginger Sake sat in the back seat, and Grace and Goering sat in the front row, and the two of them took turns driving the car.

There are fewer and fewer buildings on both sides of the road, and the car has gradually moved away from London.

Grace and Goering had just completed a handover when she suddenly had a whim and asked, "Göring, how did you come up with the old man of Madrid?"

Hearing this, Goering subconsciously looked at the wine in the rearview mirror. Jiang Qingjiu knew that Goering would confirm with him again, and immediately nodded.

Goering grinned helplessly, and then said in a seductive tone, "Grace, do you know that wine has already entered that house once last night. “

Grace covered her mouth, looked back at Jiang Sake, and exclaimed, "Ou Mai Ka's." Wine, you're all right. “

Jiang Qingjiu raised his hand, showed it to her, and returned indifferently: "It's okay." But nothing was found in it, and I wonder if something had happened in it, and all this may only be clarified when I meet Mr. Madrid. “

Grace turned around, her curiosity about the mysterious friars of the East growing again. "You're right, old man Madrid, who was able to come out of it, and maybe really knew the secrets inside. “

Without much conversation along the way, Grace just inquired about the situation inside again, and after learning that there was a mysterious corridor inside, she fell into deep thought.

The car was fast, and after refueling once, the trio finally arrived at Bush Street at dusk, which was no longer within the confines of London, but around the city of Bru.

The trio parked their car in a paid temporary parking space. Then I followed the map navigation to the streets of Bush.

There are still a lot of pedestrians and cars coming and going, because of the proximity to the sea, the architecture here is slightly different from what you have seen in the city of London, but it also has an elegant atmosphere.

Bush Street is an old street that is said to have been an important town by the sea during the York Dynasty.

There are all kinds of shops on the street, and on the top right of the door of the shop is a small iron square sign with a serial number written on it, which, according to Goering, was a method devised by the British government a long time ago to count the shops and make it easier to calculate taxes.

Follow these inconspicuous signs. I searched all the way, and at a forked intersection, the house number changed, and as I went down, the content changed to A1, and then went down all the way. The only way to branch is numbers.

The buildings on both sides also look very different, with the letters clearly new streets.

Grace looked at the introduction on the phone and said, "This should have been built later, and Bush 388 should be an old shop, so we should go up." “

Skipped past the old-fashioned, flickering streetlights, and the trio headed up.

It wasn't until I got to the top that I found that the house number on it was messy, all because the roads on it were simply extensive, there were many small roads, and the residential area and shops were mixed together, and Bush No. 388 really didn't know whether it was a store or a house.

Goering was embarrassed, and it was clear that he had not done it with his heart when he asked his colleagues for help, which was quite normal.

The three of them searched for it, but they didn't find No. 388, and even more than 3,000 appeared.

The water station is next to a fist-sized stone wall, and on the other side is a staircase made of long, chiseled stone.

"How do you find this? 388 Bush Street, could it be A388?

After Goering drank the water, he was also tired and out of breath, but Jiang Qingjiu stood on the stone stairs as if he didn't feel anything.

"Did you find this?" Jiang asked sake.

Both shook their heads.

Ginger sake capped the bottle, his steps were light, and he climbed to the top of the stone staircase, on which there was a long street of three parallel widths.

The first house has the number on it: 388!