"There are a lot of disgusting things about Ancient Endor. That huge country that disappeared in a flash left behind many unimaginable and unexplainable strange phenomena," Golden Hoop Number 9 answered calmly.
The two of them stopped talking and continued down the stairs.
The temperature was getting colder, and a thin layer of frost gradually appeared on the white metal handrail. The hot air they exhaled formed two white lines that slowly dissipated into the air.
"Be careful," Golden Hoop Number 9 suddenly said.
Garon looked at him suspiciously, then looked down the stairs. There was a policeman in black lying on the stairs in front of them. His throat was pierced by a black short arrow. His whole body was leaning against the wall, motionless. Blood slowly flowed out from his body and dripped into the endless darkness.
"The temperature is too low. His body temperature dropped too quickly." Golden Hoop Number 9 squatted down to check the body. "But the time of death should not be more than 20 minutes. Looks like the detective is not far ahead."
"What are you going to do if you meet Detective Dale?" Garon asked from behind.
"If he knows what's good for him, I won't kill him either," Golden Hoop Number 9 answered calmly.
The two of them walked over the policeman's body, their crisp footsteps echoing in the silent space.
Bang!!
A gunshot suddenly came from the darkness below. There was also a faint scream.
"Run!!" someone shouted.
Golden Hoop Number 9's expression changed, and he ran down faster. Garon hesitated for a moment, then followed suit.
Detective Dale and his group appeared on the stairs in front of them. They stood on the stairs and looked down, still in shock.
Garon followed their line of sight and looked forward. The stairs in front of them were like thin flippers, flipping and revealing a dark space below. It was very regular. There was one regular step for every five steps, and the rest of the steps were flipping rhythmically.
The person who came had to jump forward, otherwise, once they stepped on the flipped steps, they would immediately fall down and get stuck in the middle of the steps, crushed by the flipped steps.
One of Detective Dale's leather shoes had already been snapped in half. He, the White Eagle, and the trap expert stood behind them. There was also a young policeman protecting Miss Si Lan.
Obviously, the sheriff refused to come down because he had to mobilize the police force, but Si Lan took the initiative to come down with the detective.
The five detectives also heard the footsteps behind them. Looking up, they actually saw Garon and a man in a black cloak slowly walking down. The man was wearing a black mask and a golden earring with the number 9 engraved on it.
"It's the Golden Hoop!" The White Eagle reacted quickly, pulling out his gun and aiming at Golden Hoop Number 9.
"Don't be nervous." Golden Hoop Number 9's expression remained unchanged as he looked at the crowd in front of him. "I think we have the same goal. It's all to figure out the secret of this underground entrance, right? "
"Then what do you mean?" the detective asked with a dark expression.
"Of course it's cooperation. If you help me explore this cave, I can personally provide you with a lot of valuable information. Don't worry, we'll reach the bottom soon. "Golden Hoop Number 9's eyes were unusually calm.
Detective Dale pondered for a moment. No one knew what he was thinking.
"Alright, I promise you." He actually agreed.
The rest of the people had a look of disbelief. Even Garon behind them was a little stunned.
"Golden Hoop Number 9 is rumored to be a man who never breaks his promises. I believe you." Dale Quicksilver ignored the expressions of the others and said directly to Golden Hoop Number 9.
"You know me well."
"Of course."
"Then let's continue." Golden Hoop Number 9 smiled and suddenly patted the wall on the left.
Bang.
The turning of the stairs in front of them suddenly stopped moving.
"Alright, let's continue."
He led Garon directly to the front. When they passed through the group of five, the White Eagle and Si Lan looked unusually nervous. When they saw Garon following behind them, they were obviously angry.
Garon smiled bitterly at the two of them and shrugged helplessly. He just happened to be walking with the rest.
Golden Hoop Number 9, who was in front, didn't seem to care at all. He walked forward at a moderate pace. After a while, only the orange torch in his hand could be seen.
"Why don't we go back now?" Garon suggested in a low voice.
"We can't escape. Golden Hoop Number 9 is very fast and silent. We can't escape." Detective Dale looked calm. "Let's go, follow them."
He was the first to follow. The others behind him looked at each other and had no choice but to follow.
Garon and the White Eagle walked together and whispered to the others about the situation above. The atmosphere in the group suddenly became heavy.
"The situation is very troublesome now. Fortunately, we met Golden Hoop Number 9, a special existence in the entire Golden Hoop Organization. If the key was someone else, we would be in trouble." Miss Si Lan analyzed in a low voice. "I just don't know what Mister is thinking."
"Don't worry so much. Mister will never make a mistake. Everyone, follow." The White Eagle frowned.
The trap expert was supported by the young policeman. He was shivering from the cold and couldn't speak at all. The two of them huddled close to the torch for warmth, but it didn't help.
However, they were threatened by the Golden Hoop and didn't dare to say anything. They could only grit their teeth and continue walking.
They didn't know how long the next group of people walked. In front, Golden Hoop Number 9 patted the wall from time to time as if he was very familiar with the place. They didn't encounter any more traps along the way. Soon, they reached the bottom.
At the end of the stairs was a small circular open space. Three gray leather sofas were placed on the black open space. The sofas formed a triangle and were covered with a thin layer of white frost. Not far from the open space was a black fireplace. The charcoal inside was also covered with a layer of white frost.
There was also a bookshelf, but there was nothing on it.
When they reached the last step, Golden Hoop Number 9 suddenly stopped. He stood on the stairs and didn't walk down.
He frowned and slowly reached out his right hand from the cloak. There was a black object between his fingers. He flicked it lightly.
The black object flew out and landed on the black open space in front of them.
Chi chi chi chi …!!!
A series of dense arrows shot out from both sides and shattered the black object into pieces. A large number of short black arrows densely packed into the ground.
Golden Hoop Number 9 reached out another black object and shot another rain of arrows.
This happened three times in a row. The holes on both sides of the wall finally closed automatically and there was no more movement.
The people behind him were stunned. There were probably thousands of short arrows shot out, and each one had a hint of purple at the tip.
"The short arrows are all gone."
Golden Hoop Number 9 said lightly. He squatted down and lifted his cloak. Surprisingly, he was holding a white mouse in his left hand and gently placed it on the black ground.
The mouse squeaked a few times and quickly crawled towards the sofa.
After a few steps, the mouse's body suddenly sank and slowly sank to the ground. The white mouse squeaked crazily, but it was useless. Suddenly, a black string lifted it up and flew back into Golden Hoop Number 9's arms.
There was a very thin black string tied to the mouse's tail. If one didn't look carefully, they wouldn't be able to see it.
Golden Hoop Number 9 gently comforted the white mouse and stood up.
"In front of us is the Swamp of Malice. It's one of the mechanisms in Ancient Endor that punishes thieves. Only evil thieves and cowards will be trapped in the swamp. "
"What's your goal?" Detective Dale asked in a low voice.
"Of course it's … that." Golden Hoop Number 9 strode down the stairs without looking back.
"Wait …!!" The mechanism expert was about to stop him, but he was shocked to see Golden Hoop Number 9 standing steadily on the black ground. He had already walked to the three sofas in a few steps.
Garen stood in the middle of the group, his expression uncertain.
The moment Golden Hoop Number 9 walked to the sofa, he suddenly felt a faint warmth seeping into his body from his skin. It was potential, a very small amount of potential.
Pa.
Golden Hoop Number 9 stood in the middle of the sofa and did something that made the black ground creak slowly.
On the ground in front of the fireplace, a grayish-white stone platform slowly rose.
The stone platform was cylindrical in shape, and there were four owl sculptures carved around it. On the platform, there was a black-shelled brick book.
Golden Hoop Number 9's eyes finally flickered. He strode towards the grayish-white stone platform and reached for the black book.
Bang!
With a gunshot, a smoking hole appeared on the ground under his feet.
Golden Hoop Number 9 stopped and turned to look at the crowd.
"What are you doing?"
White Eagle stood in front of Detective Dale Quicksilver with a gun raised, his expression serious. But it was not him who spoke.
The detective stared at Golden Hoop Number 9 calmly.
"If I'm not wrong, that book is your ultimate goal, right?"
"Indeed." The other party nodded quickly. "I'm very grateful that you found this underground entrance for us. But the way to thank you is that I let you go this time. We were originally enemies, so I should have killed you to solve the problem for the organization. You should understand. "
"You can't kill us." The detective smiled. "The mechanism here is not for fun. If I'm not wrong, that book is the legendary Book of Silence. Giving such a treasure to Golden Hoop Number 9 is like giving a lion wings. The consequences are unimaginable. "
"This book is not for the organization." Golden Hoop Number 9 smiled. His body suddenly rushed forward, swayed left and right abruptly, and jumped on the spot with the book. Like a black bat, he flew up and hung on the side of the stairs, then somersaulted onto the stone stairs above everyone.
"Don't move!" Detective Dale stopped White Eagle, who was about to move.
At this moment, dense black spikes suddenly protruded from the black ground like a forest of spikes. Countless holes suddenly appeared on the sofa. White Eagle was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.
The detective looked at the mechanism expert on the side.
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