The White Eagle held his pistol and slowly stood up, leaning against the wall. He signaled the other two with his eyes.
The two immediately understood. They stood up, took out their pistols, and unlocked the safety.
Crack!
Another bolt of lightning flashed across the room, illuminating the room with snow white light.
The White Eagle pressed his ear against the wall, as if he was listening for something.
"Someone is outside," he said in a low voice. "Not just one person!"
His ear left the wall, and a large amount of white dust fell from the wall, rustling loudly.
"Who is it!!" The White Eagle roared and rolled away. Two bullet holes appeared on the wall he was standing on. Someone shot from the wall next door.
The White Eagle got up and rushed to the door. He opened it and rushed out.
Garen and Dale Quicksilver stayed in the room cautiously and did not move an inch.
Garon held his pistol and leaned against the window, staring at the door cautiously. Suddenly, he felt someone tugging at his collar.
He turned around and saw that the window had been opened at some point. There was no one outside the window, and the rain continued to pour down. It was almost impossible to see the scenery a few meters away.
"What's wrong, Kelly?"
"Seems like someone is pulling my collar," Garon said in confusion. "Maybe I'm too nervous and got hooked."
Dale leaned over and looked out of the window. "This is the second floor. It's very high from the ground. You're probably hooked. Be careful, don't stand by the window. It's dangerous even if you can't see anything in this weather."
"Got it," Garon nodded.
Bang!!
A gunshot came from next door.
"Let's go!" Dale was the first to rush out of the door. Garon followed closely behind.
The two quickly went to the room next door, which was the room Garon was pushed down from. The room was empty.
"The White Eagle!" Dale yelled.
No one responded. Only the creaking sound of the door behind him could be heard.
He turned around and found that Kelly, who was behind him, was gone.
"Kelly!?" He yelled, his grip on his pistol tightened. He looked nervous.
"The White Eagle! Kelly! Are you guys there? "
The half-open door was suddenly blown open by the wind and slowly opened completely.
Creak!
His voice was unusually harsh in the quiet corridor where only the sound of rain could be heard. It was pitch black outside the door, and he couldn't see anything.
Dale felt his hand trembling as he held the gun. Suddenly, he realized that something was wrong.
His gaze quickly swept across the room.
The whole room was surprisingly neat and tidy. The cobwebs on the big bed were gone, replaced by a clean white bed. The floor was also made of polygonal red bricks, without a speck of dust.
The big box at the end of the bed was also unusually clean, without a single speck of dust.
"This place … is strange indeed …" Dale's face darkened as he slowly unlocked the safety of his gun.
*****
Bang!!
Garon followed behind. When he saw Dale rush into the room next door with a gun, the door automatically bounced back from the wind. He also pushed the door open and rushed in.
"Eh?"
Then, something strange happened. Detective Dale, who was one step ahead of him, couldn't see anyone at all.
"Dale?!" Garon slowly unlocked his gun and walked into the room.
The room was filled with dust, and the floor by the window was already wet. A person was standing in front of the window with his back to him.
Garon looked carefully. The person's clothes were similar to the White Eagle's.
"Dale?" He asked softly.
Tap, tap, tap …
Suddenly, footsteps came from behind him.
Garon turned around and saw the White Eagle running into the room.
"Where's Dale?" The White Eagle asked while panting. "Someone was next door just now. Phew … I couldn't catch up. I lost him."
"Wasn't Dale by the window?" Garon turned around and pointed at the window. He was shocked to find that there was no one there. The person who had his back to him just now was gone.
"What happened? I just saw someone standing by the window with his back to me! "He said in a low voice.
"Did you see wrongly?" The White Eagle frowned and walked over. He squatted down by the window to check. "There are no footprints here. It's impossible for someone to be standing here just now."
"Impossible!" Garon said firmly. "I clearly saw someone standing by the window. Oh right! Where's Dale? "
"Wasn't he with you?" The White Eagle was stunned.
"I followed him into this room just now. Then, he disappeared! My vision was blocked by the door for less than two seconds. When I came in, I couldn't see him anymore! "Garon said in a low voice.
"Click!"
A bolt of lightning flashed past, illuminating the two people's pale faces.
"This is troublesome …" The White Eagle's face turned serious. He took out a match and lit up a small torch that he always carried with him. The bright yellow light slowly lit up a small area in the room.
Garon suddenly thought of something. His face changed. He rushed to the window and looked down. There was nothing on the black lawn. He let out a long sigh of relief.
"Dale was only one step ahead of me!!"
"Are you sure?" The White Eagle's face was calm. He looked at Garon with a sharp gaze. "In such a short time, there's no way he could have come in and disappeared."
"I'm sure!" Garon said with certainty.
The White Eagle stared at him. He slowly tightened his grip on the gun in his hand. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something. He slowly backed away from Garon. He squatted down in front of the door and touched the ground with his free hand. Suddenly, his body relaxed.
"You're right … There are three sets of footprints here! But one of them just entered the room and the footprints disappeared! "
Garon felt a chill down his spine. He walked over and squatted down to check. There were indeed three sets of footprints on the ground. One of them disappeared after entering the room. The other two could still be seen clearly in the room due to the humidity.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in from the window and slammed the door shut. It almost hit Garon's nose.
"The wind is too strong." The White Eagle stood up. "I'm sorry. I've wronged you." He apologized. He reached out to push the door, but it didn't open.
"It's okay. The door should be locked automatically. Use the key to open it." Garon reminded. His face was serious. He was alert to any movement around him. "We have to find Dale quickly. He might be in danger now!"
"I'll do it!" The White Eagle nodded. His face was a little gloomy. He took out a bunch of keys and looked at the label on them. He picked one out and inserted it into the keyhole of the door.
* Clank clank clank … *
The key turned a few times in the keyhole. The door didn't move. The White Eagle pushed it again, but it couldn't open at all.
"Eh?" The White Eagle was stunned. "Something's wrong!"
"Break it open!" Garon also noticed the problem.
The White Eagle nodded. He took a step back and kicked the door.
* Bang! *
The door didn't move. Only a large amount of white dust fell around it.
"There's something wrong with this room!" Garon took a step back to give some space.
"You go back and get your stuff. I'll break open the door first. We'll leave once we find Dale!" The White Eagle also felt that something was wrong.
"Okay!"
Garon rushed back to the room where the three of them were. He packed all the bags of food and other miscellaneous items together and tied them up tightly. Just as he was about to leave …
* Bang! *
A gunshot suddenly came from the corridor. Then, there was the sound of the door's wooden board cracking.
He rushed out with his bag. The corridor was empty. There was no movement at all.
The door of the room next door was still locked. It was intact.
"Then where did the sound I heard come from?" His scalp tightened. He clearly heard the gunshot and the sound of the door cracking. But now, even the White Eagle was gone.
"Could it be … because of the medal?" He vaguely guessed the reason.
Looking at the locked door in front of him, Garon knew that if he didn't do anything, Dale might die in there.
"Although I've already returned your favor, but …" He took out his gun and aimed at the door lock.
Bang bang bang!
Three gunshots. The keyhole was completely destroyed.
Garen slammed the door open with all his might.
There was no one in the room. The bed in the room was moved away. There was a slanted exit under the bed that led to the stairs on the first floor.
Garon took a deep breath. He walked to the secret exit and looked down. From this angle, he saw Dale Quicksilver lying motionlessly on the ground on the first floor.
"Dale!" Garon didn't care. He jumped down from the exit, grabbed a few handrails to cushion his fall, and landed steadily beside Dale.
"Dale!! How are you? "He helped the detective up and checked his breathing. He was still breathing.
The detective slowly opened his eyes and mumbled something in a daze.
"Below me … below me …"
Garon then noticed that the Bronze Cross Medal was still on where the detective was lying. There was a clear white scratch on the side of the medal. It seemed that the detective had just scratched it.
Only then did Dale wake up slightly. He sat up on his own and gasped for breath.
"… That was dangerous! Just now … in the blink of an eye, you guys disappeared! I found a big secret in the room alone! "
"Let's not worry about that for now. The White Eagle is gone!" Garon said in a low voice. "I heard him breaking the door just now. When I went over, I saw that the door was still fine!"
"The White Eagle is gone?" Dale looked calm. "Don't worry too much. The White Eagle is stronger than both of us. If we're fine, he should be fine too."
"What do we do now? Us? "Garon helped the detective up. Neither of them picked up the medal.
"Antiques of Tragedy are indeed Antiques of Tragedy. I've learned something new this time." Dale Quicksilver looked at the medal on the ground with a complicated expression. "Now we just have to stand here and wait."
He pulled out his gun and aimed at the sky.
Bang bang bang!!
Three shots were fired.
The sound of the gunshots was so ear-piercing that it temporarily drowned out the sound of the rain outside.
Soon, a white shadow rushed down the stairs from the second floor and landed in front of them.
"Are you okay!?"
The White Eagle asked loudly after he stood still.
"I'm fine!" Dale nodded. "I saw the Golden Hoop people just now! They are the ones behind this! "
"Me too! I saw a shadow jump out of the window, so I chased after it. "The White Eagle said in a low voice." Unfortunately, I didn't catch up. Come with me. "
The White Eagle led the two of them out of the door on the first floor. They walked to a small pavilion on the left side of the castle entrance.
In the pavilion lay the body of a man in black. Blood dripped from his chest onto the grass and was diluted by the heavy rain.
The White Eagle grabbed the man's left ear and pulled off a golden earring.
"Number 114 Golden Hoop."
He threw the golden hoop to Dale.
"The hundred-digit members of the Golden Hoop. They are the ones behind this!" He walked to the body and began to examine it carefully. Then, he asked the White Eagle for some specific details and began to analyze it based on his deduction.
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