After an unknown amount of time, the car slowly came to a stop.
"We're here." Dale Quicksilver's voice came.
Garon slowly opened his eyes and looked out the window. On the plain and beautiful hillside, the two-story buildings of Canoe Town could be vaguely seen. A dusty bullock cart passed by the car. The driver was a little boy who looked curiously at the black car he was in.
"Are we there?" Garon stretched.
"Yes, it's a few hours' drive. This is Canoe Town, and we still have a long way to go before we reach the Silversilk Castle. But we can't drive the rest of the way." Dale Quicksilver got off the car and looked up at the sky. "The weather isn't good either. Looks like we have to get to the Silversilk Castle as soon as possible."
Garon opened the door and got off the car as well, looking up at the sky.
The sky was full of gloomy gray clouds. The wind was strong, and there was a slight dampness.
"It's noon, but the sky is still so dark. Looks like it's going to rain heavily today."
"Then let's get there before it rains." The White Eagle changed his seat and sat in the driver's seat. "I'll go lock up the car. You guys go find a carriage. "
"No problem."
The three of them worked together and quickly found a carriage driver who was willing to go to the Silversilk Castle with double the fare.
They got into the carriage and continued on their way. After another two hours of driving, the three of them finally arrived at the hillside they were at before.
Standing on the dark green slope, they looked at the Silversilk Castle from afar.
The castle was still surrounded by ashes. The castle itself and the surrounding soil were a grayish-white color after being burned. There was also a mixture of black carbon, which looked like coffee powder mixed with milk powder.
The triangular castle was silent, so silent that it was a little eerie. Only the sound of the wind could be heard from the surrounding sky and trees.
Rumble …
Thunder rumbled from the gloomy sky. It came from afar, and then from above the three of them to even further behind them.
"Wow … This is the Silversilk Castle? The atmosphere is pretty good. " The White Eagle chuckled. He wasn't serious at all, but his eyes were quickly scanning the surrounding terrain.
"We'll be staying here for the next few days. Originally, the police station left two people here to guard the place, but I told them to leave yesterday. Dale, your crime scene hasn't changed much, it's still the same as when Silvica was injured." Dale Quicksilver's expression was serious. "Let's go, it's going to rain."
He took the lead and walked down the slope. The White Eagle followed closely behind.
Garon looked carefully at the window on the second floor on the left side of the castle. That was where he had been pushed down. Then, he followed closely behind.
The three of them walked on the dark green hillside, as if they were three little ants crawling on a green carpet.
There were only three people slowly approaching the Silversilk Castle in the center of the forest. There was no one else in sight.
Crack!!
Blue lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a thunderclap.
The three of them sped up and walked through the castle's fence. Soon, they arrived at the gate.
Dale Quicksilver took out the key to open the door. The White Eagle looked around and frowned.
Garon looked at the castle in front of him, and a shadow appeared in his heart.
Last time, he was pushed down from the second floor for no reason. When he turned around, he didn't see anyone, but he heard a giggle. Now, he was in front of the castle again. The whole Silversilk Castle was shrouded in mystery because of this.
"If possible, it's best to go back to that room." Garon had never been afraid of fear in his previous life. Even though his skin was covered in goosebumps and his scalp was a little numb. But it made him even more excited.
"The more scared I am, the more my inner weakness is exposed … Isn't this world much more interesting than my previous one?" He thought to himself.
Creak!
The gate opened.
The three of them walked through the gate, and Dale Quicksilver slowly closed it.
The hall was dark. Dale Quicksilver took down a torch from the wall, lit it and held it in his hand, using it as a light source.
"Should we go separately or together?"
"Together. If we go separately, we'll be in trouble if we meet the Golden Hoop." The White Eagle frowned.
"True." Garon agreed.
"Then let's go check out the room where Silvica found the medal." Dale Quicksilver suggested.
Garon and the White Eagle had no objections. The three of them went up the curved staircase to the second floor.
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed throughout the castle. It was spacious and eerie.
Soon, the three of them arrived at the room where Garon was pushed down.
With a click, the door was opened. A layer of white dust fell from the top of the door frame.
"Looks like Kelly didn't stay in this room last time. I thought you lived here." Dale Quicksilver smiled. "Why is there so much dust?"
He didn't walk in, but squatted at the door and looked inside.
The room was in a dilapidated state.
The floor was covered in a thick layer of white dust. There was only a big bed, a box, a stool, and nothing else.
In the middle of the dust on the floor, there was a line of footprints that looked light.
"These are Silvica's footprints. It looks like he found the medal on the bed or the box, then for some reason, he walked to the window and jumped down." Dale Quicksilver said in a low voice. "I didn't let anyone touch this room."
The White Eagle nodded and checked the room's furnishings.
Only Garen felt his scalp go numb the moment he opened the door. Goosebumps appeared all over his body.
He remembered clearly that he had been in this room before. Even the furnishings were exactly the same.
But now, it had only been a month or two since he was last here. It was impossible for so much dust to have accumulated!!
More importantly, the big bed in the room was where Dale Quicksilver stayed!! The bed was definitely a new one, and a very clean one at that!
But now, the big bed looked like it hadn't been used for many years. The bed was yellow and covered in dust and cobwebs.
"Dale, didn't you stay in this room last time when you came with me?"
He squatted down and asked with a dry voice.
"How is that possible?" Dale Quicksilver looked at Garon in confusion. "Only Silvica has been in this room before. The dust on the floor would take years to accumulate."
Garon recalled the last time he was here. An uncontrollable feeling of strangeness rose in his heart.
"Then … the room I was in last time, which one was it?" He was confused. "Could it be that Dale purposely scattered the dust to make it look like this?"
He carefully examined the inside of the room. He stood at the door and looked inside.
Everything was the same as last time, except that it was more dusty and more worn out.
"What do we do now?" He asked in a low voice. He didn't mention what happened last time.
"Clean up, we will stay in the two rooms next door. I want to see what's so strange about this Silversilk Castle," Dale Quicksilver said fearlessly.
"How do we split the rooms?" The White Eagle looked at Garon. "How about the three of us share a room and move a bed here. Otherwise, I can't guarantee the safety of both of you. "
Garen was silent for a while before he waved his hand and said, "I don't need it. I'll sleep in a room by myself. The two of you can sleep together. White Eagle, you can also protect the tower. Don't forget that I'm not an ordinary person who can't fight back." He smiled.
"That's good too. I want to see the truth behind the Antique of Tragedy!" Dale Quicksilver nodded.
Crack!!
Another bolt of lightning flashed by, illuminating the three people's faces and making them look pale. The rumbling of thunder continued without end.
Pa … pa pa pa …
Large droplets of rain smashed against the windows of the castle, and very quickly, it became a dense, continuous, crisp sound.
"Who is it!!"
Dale Quicksilver's eyes suddenly focused. He pulled out his gun and aimed at Garon's back. The two of them were facing each other. Dale Quicksilver's gun was aimed at the corridor behind Garon.
The White Eagle frowned. He didn't feel anyone behind him. He was facing Dale like Garon. He looked back and asked in confusion.
"What's wrong? I didn't feel anyone behind me. "
Garon also looked back at the corridor. There was no one there.
"No … I saw a black shadow flash past the end of the corridor. It was obviously spying on us!" Dale said seriously. "If it wasn't for the metal wall lamp on the right side of the corridor, I wouldn't have noticed that person's shadow."
"So you saw someone moving from the reflection of that wall lamp?" The White Eagle looked at the wall lamp that Dale pointed at thoughtfully.
It was a brass wall lamp. Strangely, the brass lamp holder was still bright. There wasn't any bronze.
"Yes. Let's share a room. It's safer that way, "Dale said in a low voice.
"I don't mind." Garon nodded. He looked at the Bronze Cross Emblem on Dale's neck. His eyes flashed with seriousness.
"Maybe it's the Golden Hoop … Looks like we have to be more careful. Let's see what they're up to!" The White Eagle said coldly.
The three of them moved two single beds and stuffed them into the room next door. Then they cleaned up a little and put their clothes together. They were barely able to sleep.
Garon knew that Dale Quicksilver and the White Eagle didn't really believe in the Antiques of Tragedy. After all, as long as they had the information, what he said before could be faked. Instead, they believed that these so-called Antiques of Tragedy were man-made disasters.
But he wasn't sure himself. This Silversilk Castle was indeed strange.
"This time, the one carrying the Bronze Cross Emblem isn't me. It's Dale. From another angle, I want to see what will happen to the owner of the emblem!" Garon secretly paid attention to Dale Quicksilver as he moved the bed.
Bang!
A muffled sound suddenly came from outside the room. It sounded like the wind blowing against the window frame.
The three of them sat separately on the bed and the chair. They didn't make a sound. They just quietly listened to the commotion outside.
The sound of the rain was getting louder. It sounded like someone was splashing water with a ladle. The sound of the wind came from other parts of the castle. It sounded like a ghost's cry.
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