Chapter 81 Disappear

Although the atmosphere was a bit depressing, the mood of the crew was still stable. The current environment was at best a bit intrusive, and it was not the worst situation compared to the previous islands.

Charles sitting on the rock is talking to Richard in his head.

"This island probably doesn't have much hope, it doesn't look like there is sunshine."

"That's right, this place is so stinky, I'm the one who repairs the exit, and I won't repair this."

"Let's talk about it after exploring first. Maybe the "King" deliberately hid the supply island like this."

"Oh? If they really came to this island, does that mean there are relics in this place?"

"Don't make trouble anymore, isn't the lesson from last time not enough?"

"What's wrong with me? Isn't this improving our strength? Don't we all rely on the ability of the relic to survive?"

"Each of the side effects of relics is very powerful, and simply having more relics does not make us stronger."

At this moment, Dipper's voice interrupted the discussion between the two of them. They turned their heads at the same time, and saw their bosun take out a cylindrical object from his backpack.

"Haha! I brought this too, I thought I forgot."

Seeing the gazes from his companions around him, Di Pu showed off proudly: "This is something new from the British Isles, look."

He pressed a red button above, and a blinding white light shot straight into the mist. "This is a flashlight. It's a movable light. What's the matter? I haven't seen it before. Captain, what are you laughing at? And look, this thing can also adjust the size of the beam of light."

As Dipper turned the aperture of the flashlight, the white light that shot out gathered rapidly, and was held by the young man like a lightsaber.

The teenager is also very playful, holding a flashlight and constantly gesticulating, and the beam of light keeps sweeping through the confusion.

Charles looked at the light, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. This thing might be really good. Not only is it more durable than torches, but it is also durable to storage, and it is also penetrable in this dense fog state. He thought of this thing Include it in your next adventure purchases.

"Ah!!" Lily standing behind Charles' head suddenly screamed in horror.

"What's wrong?" Charles led her to him.

"That... over there, there is a face! When the beam of light swept past just now, there was a face."

Charles stared at the stone with both feet, stepped on the stone and rushed towards the direction Lily pointed. The sound of bullets being loaded behind them sounded one after another, and the crew followed suit.

They quickly passed through the fog and found the big face in Lily's mouth, only to realize that it was not a person, but a picture painted on the wall.

It is said that the painting is more like a child's clumsy graffiti. Although the painting technique is sloppy, the emotion that this painting wants to express is conveyed.

It was a naked human being desperately choking his own neck, with a painful expression ready to be seen. This appearance, coupled with the scribbled graffiti, looked particularly weird.

"Mr. Charles, who drew this thing?" asked Lily, her head tucked into his clothes.

"Compared with this painting, I want to know who built this wall."

Charles touched the solid wall with his hands. The thick fog blocked his vision, and he couldn't see how high and wide the wall was.

He tried it with the black blade, and found that the wall was very strong, almost as hard as cement.

What kind of person would build a wall for no reason in a fetid swamp? Judging from the light yellow color, it doesn't look like the style of the Foundation, could it be "King"? "

"Go, walk along the wall and take a look." Charles led the crew to act again.

The fire light slowly disappeared from the painting, and the terrifying portrait suddenly distorted and moved, and then more miserable graffiti emerged from the wall, their mouths were wide open and they wailed silently, entangled with each other, and the entire wall They were quickly filled and merged with the darkness.

Charles walked along the wall for nearly two hours, and finally came to the end of the wall, where a wide opening suddenly appeared, and the inside was completely shrouded in fog, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Fortunately, Charles has added a lot of new props that are just in use at this time. He took out a mirror box from his backpack, ordered the vampire to fly away, and opened the mirror box directly.

The glare of the sun dispelled the dense fog in an instant, and everyone present was shocked by the scene in front of them.

In the wide opening of the wall, several walls intersect each other in the distance, forming an extremely huge maze in the wet mist.

Each wall is very high and wide, as if this maze was built for a giant with a height of 100 meters. Just standing by and watching it makes you feel trembling.

The warm light slowly disappeared, and those walls were once again hidden in mist.

After a long time, there was a harsh rubbing sound, and Charles raised the black blade and drew an arrow on the wall.

"Go!" He lifted his foot and walked into the mist.

The atmosphere became more and more oppressive, and everyone could tell that this place was very dangerous, no one wanted to die, and everyone cheered up.

Although Charles and the others were on guard, they had been in the maze for a while, and nothing unusual happened.

Now that there is no abnormality, it can only prove that danger has not yet appeared. Charles doesn't like this feeling of waiting very much, and his spirit is highly tense.

There were no stones to rest in the maze, and Charles' feet were gradually freezing and he couldn't feel it. He took out his pocket watch and checked the time, and found that they had entered the maze for almost two hours.

Glancing at the sewage on the ground, Charles drew an arrow on the wall, turned to the crew and said, "Explore for another half an hour. If we still haven't found anything, we'll go here today and go back to the boat to rest before we set off." .”

Hearing this, everyone, including the doctor, breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. This kind of place is really unlikable.

Time passed by little by little, and it seemed that it would be half an hour. The black blade in Charles's hand suddenly flicked, and the blade pierced directly into the water with afterimages. Then Charles kicked his feet and followed closely behind. He lifted the handle of the knife vigorously, but found that there was nothing on the surface of the knife.

This time it was not Charles but Richard who did it.

"What did you find?" Charles asked in his head.

"I just saw ripples on the surface of the water. I thought there was something in the water. Strange, could it be my eyesight?"

Charles probed the water with the black blade, but there was nothing but a pile of silt.

He stood up and looked at the time, "Go back, it's half an hour, come back after resting."

Everyone was relieved immediately, and turned to leave. However, when Charles checked the number of people again, a drop of cold sweat dripped from his face.

"Everyone wait!! The first mate is gone!"