"Damn it! Such powerful firepower! How many of them are here! "Cynthia's cheek was cut by a shard, and blood slowly seeped out. "You guys hide and don't come out!!"
She suddenly jumped out and rolled, and three bullets hit the ground behind her, splashing up a large cloud of dust. Cynthia got up and fired.
Bang. There was a scream outside the door, and a black shadow was hit. The gunshots also slowed down and stopped.
Sergeant Rio roared, reached out, and fired a few shots blindly.
There were three more grunts outside the door, and it was obvious that someone was hit.
Garon hid behind the statue and listened to the gunshots gradually become less frequent. Cynthia and Sergeant Rio fought back while covering each other, and gradually suppressed the gunshots outside.
He didn't know how long it had been, ten minutes, or fifteen minutes. The gunshots finally stopped.
"It's over?" He quietly poked his head out to take a look.
The hall was a mess. Sergeant Rio and his men were all injured. There were originally more than a dozen policemen, but now only two were left alive, and the status of the rest was unknown. The sergeant himself was shot in the shoulder, and his coat was already dragged down. Half of his white shirt was stained red, and he was panting heavily as he sat on the ground by the door.
When he saw Garon looking over, the sergeant turned his face away in shame.
Black Panther was taking care of the gunshot wound on his left arm, and he was wrapping himself with a white bandage in his mouth. Cynthia and her two remaining subordinates gathered together and organized their equipment without saying a word.
"Is Latin still alive?" Cynthia asked calmly.
"I … don't know! Maybe. "One of the men used a knife to gently dig out the bullet in his thigh, and his forehead was full of cold sweat and blue veins. His mouth was full of incoherent replies.
"This is a huge loss, but those guys will probably find a way to hide themselves." Cynthia quickly loaded her pistol, then took out a black shotgun from her backpack and slid the bullet into the chamber with a click.
"Now it's up to us."
Garon retracted his gaze, bent his body, and quietly moved toward the study. Ge Reese wanted to follow, but was stopped in place by him.
"I'll go alone, you stay where you are!"
"Yes."
He wasn't afraid of the bullets that were troublesome for others. Even when Golden Hoop Number 10 shot at him yesterday, it didn't cause much damage. What he found troublesome was Golden Hoop Number 9. He was sure that the real reason why the other party hadn't charged in even though they had the absolute advantage was because they were afraid of him.
Quietly, Garon walked toward the study with his back against the wall. After passing through the corridor and entering the dark study, Garon straightened his back and stood up.
There were a few new footprints at the entrance to the study room. It was obvious that someone had followed them in.
Bang bang!
Another gunfight broke out in the hall outside.
Garon gently pressed the bullet hole in his lower abdomen. It was still a little painful. Before his injuries were fully healed, he could only use eighty percent of his strength at most. Facing the stronger Golden Hoop Number 9, he did not want to face him head-on.
"The Antique of Tragedy is secondary now. We have to find a way to leave this place! I didn't expect the Golden Hoop to have the guts to confront the police. "He regretted his decision to explore the Silversilk Castle. He was different from Dale Quicksilver and the others. He was only here for the Antique of Tragedy, not to investigate the case.
"I have to think of a way to get out of here safely …"
Boom!!
Suddenly, a muffled sound came from outside. The violent explosion shook the entire castle.
"Go to hell! Damn bastards! "Cynthia's fierce voice came from the hall. It was obvious that the explosives placed by her people had exploded.
Garon relaxed a little. With the deterrence of the explosives, the people outside would not dare to come close for the time being. After all, they did not know how many explosives were buried around the castle.
"Let's wait for the detective to come out and leave together. Maybe there will be unexpected gains … "Since he couldn't leave now, he might as well guard the entrance and wait for Detective Dale and the others to come out. Maybe they could get the Antique of Tragedy. It would not be too late to leave safely then.
Garon was confident that if he wanted to retreat, neither the guns nor the experts of the Golden Hoop could stop him!
Walking to the entrance, Garon was about to sit down and rest when he suddenly felt a little chilly.
"Could it be?" His expression suddenly became serious. "Could it be wind?"
He reached out his hand and felt carefully at the entrance.
On his palm, he could vaguely feel a slight breeze coming from the entrance.
"There is indeed wind! There must be other exits from this entrance! "
Garen's expression changed, and his face lit up with joy. He was about to stand up and go back to the hall to inform the others.
When he turned back, he saw a black shadow blocking the door of the study and looking at him quietly.
The black shadow was wearing a black cloak and a large gold earring on his left ear with the number 9 engraved on it. From the figure, it was a strong and well-proportioned man. He wore a black mask, revealing only a pair of clear blue eyes, like the sapphire eyes of a beautiful woman.
"This is the underground entrance?" the man asked in a low voice. His voice was very low and his accent was very standard Federation language. "As expected of Detective Dale. We couldn't find it after so long, but he found it as soon as he came. This is great. "
Garon turned around and listened carefully to the sounds in the hall. There was still gunfire going on there. It was obvious that this person had snuck in.
Before he could speak, the man continued to speak.
"Kelly, I heard that you are an expert in identifying Antiques of Tragedy. That's great, come down with me to take a look. If we can prove your talent, I won't kill you. "
Garon was stunned. He had just told Detective Dale, and the Golden Hoop had already found out.
The man seemed to think that he didn't believe him, so he reached out and pressed on the wall on the left.
Crack!
Small cracks appeared on the wall, like glass that was about to shatter.
"If you don't agree, this will be your fate."
Garon looked at the wall. He could also do that level of cracks. The walls of the castle had been in disrepair for a long time, and the bricks were extremely fragile. What made him feel strange was that Golden Hoop Number 9 didn't treat him as a martial arts expert at all. Instead, he thought that he was just an ordinary expert with a strong body.
What he had done on the wall might have been enough to scare the average person, but it wasn't enough to intimidate an expert. Not to mention a martial artist like him who was famous for his strength.
"Could it be that he still doesn't know that I injured Golden Hoop Number 10?" Garen guessed. He didn't answer. "An expert from the Golden Hoop? As long as you guarantee my safety, I'm fine with it. "He wanted to go down and take a look.
"You're brave." Seeing that he wasn't afraid, the man's eyes flashed with admiration. He nodded and took the lead to walk down the stairs. "Come with me. Don't play tricks. Even if you've learned a little martial arts, I can still kill you in a few seconds. "
Garon nodded.
"Don't worry. I know the situation very well. "He followed the man down the stairs.
Tap, tap, tap …
The two of them walked down the stone stairs, and soon, they were in the entire underground space.
The space was cylindrical, with black stone stairs attached to the wall. There was a circle of white metal handrails on the edge of the stairs. Garon looked down through the handrails.
Below him was a spiral staircase that extended into the darkness. It was like a spiral in the cylindrical wall, with a small black hole in the center.
Looking up, the entrance was just a small hole.
The spiral staircase turned clockwise, round and round. The strange thing was that the stairs and handrails, as well as the surrounding walls, were all exquisitely decorated. There were fine vine patterns carved on the walls, as well as on the handrails. The bottom of the stone stairs was unusually flat and thick, as if they were built with whole stones.
The two of them walked in tandem. The man in the black cloak walked in front. The back of the cloak was raised from time to time, and a faint fragrance wafted out.
Garen followed behind her, and after smelling the fragrance, he felt a sense of invigoration.
"Here, if you don't pay attention to the fragrance of the Turpentine Vine, no matter how many people come in, they'll just die." The man walked in front and whispered, "Don't stray too far from me, or I won't be able to take care of you."
"Okay." Garon nodded.
The two of them walked down in a circle, and the surroundings remained the same. If Garon didn't look up occasionally to see the entrance getting smaller and smaller, he probably would have thought that they hadn't gone far at all and had just been walking in circles.
They didn't know how long they had walked, maybe more than half an hour.
Garon looked up again, but the entrance was completely out of sight. It was pitch black above. The only light source was a small torch in the hand of Golden Hoop Number 9 in front.
The orange-yellow light illuminated the area one or two circles up and down.
The temperature in the stairwell was getting lower and lower. Garon saw that his breath was white.
"How much longer do we have to walk? It's already very cold here. No wonder you're wearing such thick clothes. " Anyway, the detective and the others were scouting ahead, so it would be difficult for them to encounter any danger. Now that Golden Hoop Number 9 was walking in front, he didn't care at all. After all, he didn't know how strong this person was. In his current state, it was better to hide if he could avoid a direct confrontation.
"This staircase will never end …" the cloaked man replied in a low voice. "This is the endless staircase from Ancient Endor. Legend has it that it's the stone staircase that leads to the world of the dead."
"You really believe it's endless?" Garon asked back.
The man didn't say anything else.
The two of them continued to walk in silence. The walls were black, and so were the stone stairs. Only the handrail was white. Under the light of the fire, it faintly glowed with an ominous pale.
The stairwell was unusually quiet. For some reason, the detective and the others who came in front didn't make any noise at all.
They walked down in silence. After an unknown amount of time, the monotonous staircase in front of them finally appeared in a different place.
On the left side of the wall, there was a stone table with a square fish tank on it.
The fish tank was sealed. It was half filled with water, and fishes could be vaguely seen inside.
The cloaked man put down the torch and went over to take a look.
The water in the tank was already dark green, like sticky feces. The three or four dead goldfish were no longer golden red, but dark green all over. They floated on the surface of the water for an unknown amount of time.
"I didn't expect there to be goldfish here …" Garon was puzzled. "It's so deep."
"There are many things you can't imagine," Golden Hoop Number 9 said lightly. He raised the torch and continued to walk forward.
Garon walked past the fish tank. He couldn't help but take a look at it and followed closely.
"Since it's a fish tank, it's used to raise goldfish. Why is it sealed? "
"It's a simple ritual in ancient times. Seal the life and let it slowly die inside until it completely rots and fuses with the other materials inside. Even the soul is fused together. At that time, the seal is opened and everything inside is eaten, including the flesh and blood of the creatures inside, as well as the soul. It's said that this is a ritual that can make one immortal, "the man explained lightly.
"Disgusting." Garon was speechless.
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