Chapter 351 The Bustling Underground (asking for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month) The calcium carbide lamp emitted a yellowish light tinged with a hint of blue, illuminating the tunnel separated by stone pillars. Lumian walked slowly, carrying a black canvas bag across his body, which has become popular among college students in the past two or three years. Inside the bag were "torture" gloves and a bunch of white candles. After many experiments, he found that putting it in a bag or carrying it on the body has less negative impact than putting it in a pocket or trouser pocket. Although there is no essential difference, it is better to have it than not. Following the route on Gardner Martin's map, when they were about to enter the underground observatory area, Lumian suddenly tilted his ear to listen to the movement on the side road. A large number of chaotic footsteps came from the scene almost inaudibly. Lumian glanced at the road ahead and to the right, not sure which one the unidentified people would choose, so he simply climbed up to a stone pillar supporting the top of the tunnel, turned off the calcium carbide lamp, and shrank into the darkness. Soon, a group of men approached. Most of them were either wearing worn jackets or shirtless, all bent over and carrying heavy crates. A dozen neatly dressed strong men with fierce faces, holding different guns and carrying carbide lamps, were evenly distributed in the front, middle and back of the team. Smugglers... Lumian poked his head out slightly, and with the help of the other party's light, he observed the crates. There seemed to be a metallic luster coming from inside. Ammunition, or something else? He muttered silently, watching the smuggling caravan enter the right tunnel.
As they moved forward, perhaps because a shadow was swaying too much like a real person, a smuggler simply raised his gun, aimed at it, and pulled the trigger. As the sound of bang echoed, the alarm was lifted and the team continued to move forward. Lumian looked at them and shook his head, thinking that these guys were too nervous and their reactions were a bit extreme. In underground Trier, this could easily go wrong! You know, apart from wandering college students and citizens who find places to grow mushrooms to supplement their lives, most of the humans who appear underground are not simple, and the probability of extraordinary people is much higher than on the ground. If you shoot at passers-by, you may offend members of secret organizations, those blessed by evil gods, anti-government armed forces, and powerful cave adventurers at any time. Thinking of this, Lumian pulled out his revolver and pulled the trigger at the smuggling caravan that was about to disappear at the end of the tunnel on the right. He wasn't aiming at anyone, just the air. Bang! The gun-wielding smugglers either turned quickly or rolled to the side, pouring bullets towards the intersection just now. But this had nothing to do with Lumian, who was about to touch the top of the rock wall. After struggling with the air for a while, the smugglers moved to another place in a state of alertness, confusion and panic. Lumian looked at their backs and smiled. You're welcome, it's a free education! He then jumped to the ground and relit the calcium carbide lamp. Sniffing the air that still smelled of gunpowder, Lumian smiled, inserted the revolver, and moved forward along the designated route. Just two or three minutes later, he encountered several quarry police officers wearing dark uniforms and holding semi-automatic pistols. Looking at Lumian, who was young, with a shoulder bag on his shoulder and a shirt and vest, the leading officer cursed in a low voice: "Son of a bitch, why are you a college student again!" After cursing, he exhaled and asked loudly: "Did you hear anything just now?" "There seems to be a gunfight over there, bang bang bang. I want to go over and take a look but I don't dare." Lumian did not hide anything for the smuggling caravan. Several quarry police officers looked at each other, quickly walked past Lumian and ran towards the intersection.
………… In the "conversation room". Seeing the skeleton host wearing an iron mask walk out, the man dressed as a wizard looked at Franka and Janna and said: "What did you find? I said we had to find the janitor or his body before we could get paid." Janna said calmly: “We haven’t thought about getting paid yet, but we think things are more complicated than you describe. "One night before, we sneaked into the Deep Valley Quarry..." After hearing the term "Deep Valley Quarry", the man, whose face was hidden by the shadow of the hood, raised his head slightly. This subtle body language did not escape Franka's careful observation. She had specifically consulted Anthony Reid and knew what subconscious reactions a normal human would have in this situation. The other party's actions just now showed that he was very sensitive to the term "Deep Valley Quarry"! Only people who know there is a problem will have such a reaction. Janna continued to talk about what she and Franca had discovered, including the monk with the mechanical eye and the secret cave with arms and thighs embedded in it. The wizard-dressed man no longer made any unnecessary body movements, but to Franca, this was further proof that he was aware of the anomalies in the Deep Valley Quarry. After listening to Jana's story, 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 cave, take a few photos, or bring out important, valuable items, I'm willing to pay you half of the reward. Maybe you can find clues to the janitor's whereabouts in there." Do you think we are stupid? You want us to take risks for only 1 Felkin? Franca muttered silently. If this wasn't an occult gathering convened by her friend, she would have planned to find a way to track the client, find out his true identity, and extract more detailed information from him so that Jenna could sell it to the "Purifier." ………… "stop! "Ahead is the Empire of Death!" Lumian once again came to the natural archway carved with various bones, sunflowers, and steam symbols. Before he could take out the pocket watch he borrowed from the Breeze Ballroom to check the time, he saw "Hela" wearing a mysterious black widow's robe and with dry and split light blonde hair walking towards him from the other side. The lady nodded slightly and said: "Since you are already here, let's go in early." "Okay." Lumian opened his bag and took out two white candles. He lit them, 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 built up from repeated failures.” Hela replied in a cold voice. Lumian laughed immediately: "I thought you were going to say failure is the mother of success." “This is not a research group,” Hela responded simply. Lumian stopped chatting, extinguished the calcium carbide lamp, held up the white candle with an orange flame, and walked towards the huge stone arch.
As he expected, a figure emerged from the darkness behind the door. The figure was wearing a blue vest and yellow trousers. He had gray hair and few wrinkles. His light yellow eyes were somewhat cloudy. He was an old man. The old man glanced at the white candle in Lumian's hand, frowned and asked: "Didn't you find a guide?" You... not you? Lumian glanced at Hela from the corner of his eye and found that the candlelight around her had dimmed at some point, as if it had been eroded by the darkness of the underground or was shrouded in thick fog. In this state, she seemed to disappear from the eyes of the tomb manager who was in charge of guarding the gate. Lumian smiled at the old man: "I don't need a guide, I've been to the cemetery many times, but I'm more used to the entrance on the memorial side. "Don't worry, I remember all the taboos and won't violate them intentionally." The old man said unhappily: "You college students! Remember, come out before your candles burn out!" As he spoke, he stepped out of the way and turned back into the darkness behind the door. When Lumian passed through the giant stone door and entered the "Empire of Death", relying on the fact that he had "Hela" as his companion this time, he turned his head and looked at the old tomb manager and asked curiously: "Why can't you hold a lighted white candle?" The slightly cloudy light yellow eyes of the tomb manager suddenly became dim, and his whole body exuded a coldness. He replied in a low voice: "I'm just at the doorstep, not going in deep." Really? Having entered the catacombs, Lumian rationally gave up asking questions and concentrated on feeling the coldness bursting from his heart and the gazes cast at him from the darkness around him. He felt that the tomb manager's current state was somewhat similar to Hela's temperament. Under the gaze of the corpses placed in the pits in the stone walls and the bones piled on both sides of the road, Lumian walked in the air filled with a slight smell of decay, and passed through the "Small Chapel Tomb" and "Memorial Column Tomb" with "Hela". “Which floor are we going to?” After passing a group of tourists, “Hela” asked coldly. "The fourth floor." Lumian raised the white candle in his hand and pointed to the signpost next to the tomb ahead, without hiding anything. "Hela" nodded again, quickened her pace, and walked in front of Lumian. She seemed to be very familiar with the first level of the catacombs, and after many twists and turns she finally found the stairs leading to the second level. Compared with the upper floor, there are very few tourists here. Only occasionally can you see a few college students holding candles and singing and dancing under the "onlookers" of corpses to build up their courage. "Hela" did not slow down at all, and soon Lumian saw a broken stone door. With the help of the yellowish light of the candle, he read the Intis language on the stone door: "Entrance to the Old Ossuary". "From here down is the third floor. At the door is the altar of the sun and steam. Go straight to the 'Chrismona Night Pillar' and you will enter the fourth floor." "Hela" said coldly. "Do you have a complete map of the catacombs?" Lumian couldn't help but ask. Often only the first layer is circulated on the market.
Hela shook her head. "The deeper you go, the less you know. From the third level onwards, you have to look at the road signs and the guiding black line on the top of the cave." Lumian said nothing more as he and Hela walked through the entrance of the old ossuary and walked down the wide, historic stone steps. As soon as the two arrived at the third level of the tomb, they saw a candlelight and two sacrificial pillars made of mottled boulders. The candlelight belonged to a young man with black hair, brown eyes and a pale face. When he saw Lumian and Hela, he rushed over as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw. He ran and shouted: "I, some of my friends disappeared! Just disappeared like that!" PS: Ask for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month~ (End of this chapter)