Professor Burns bent down, picked out a bamboo pole, lit a new kerosene lamp, hung it on the front of the bamboo pole, and walked slowly towards the gate.
Feed the bamboo pole in along the crack of the door, and the flame of the constantly shaking kerosene lamp illuminates the inside of the door.
"Hiss~"
The two exclaimed at the same time, and then looked at each other with terrified expressions. At this moment, the light inside the door went out.
"What do you see?"
The professor swallowed, then moved the bamboo pole back, and stepped back a few steps to the side, away from Jenkins.
"Lots of dead bodies, Papa's, my family's, the bishop's, friends', and... yours."
While speaking, Jenkins carefully observed the professor with the [Eye of Reality], and the number of colors of the light spots and the angular speed of the rotation direction were normal.
"I also saw many miserable corpses, but they were not exactly the same as those you mentioned. I saw my students, bishop, colleagues, friends, and... your corpse."
At this time, there were only Jenkins and Professor Burns in the underground space, and the lamp in Jenkins' hand illuminated their tangled faces.
"Fake."
Jenkins said with certainty.
"Of course it's fake, this method is too low. If the people inside are people we don't know, then I might suspect that this door is A-12-1-0089, the door leading to death. But Since what you see is different, then this is just a fantasy, and it can't scare me!"
As he spoke, he lit the extinguished kerosene lamp again, but handed the bamboo pole to Jenkins.
Jenkins knowingly hung the kerosene lamp in his hand on the front of the bamboo pole, and then stretched it in again.
"Hiss~"
The same voice came out again, and Jenkins subconsciously wanted to rush over, but he stopped immediately and grabbed the professor who wanted to enter.
"Illusion! Illusion!"
He emphasized in a low voice.
"Yes, hallucinations, these books cannot appear here, the tower will not allow them to leave."
The professor followed his whispered emphasis with his eyes closed, and kept tapping the ground with his feet, taking a long time to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Sage, this is **!"
"Absolutely ****!"
Jenkins nodded, "I saw a pile of gold, so it can be inferred that the illusion is killing us this time."
As he spoke, he pinched his leg with his lowered left hand, trying to calm himself down. What he saw just now was the rental house that he had rented for a long time. Next to the computer monitor with the big back, the dusty case was still humming.
The kerosene lamp went off again as a matter of course. Jenkins originally thought that there was insufficient oxygen in the door, but it had been a long time since the two opened the door, and the oil lamp was near the door just now, so there was no reason for it to go out so quickly.
Pulling back the bamboo pole and lighting the lamp, Jenkins only looked at the professor who was thinking about it after the fire stabilized.
"What should I do? I think it's too risky to go in rashly, but it's useless to wait outside."
"Quite right."
The professor nodded, and took out a cigarette from his coat pocket. Instead of lighting it, he took a deep breath across his nose and put the cigarette back into his pocket.
"Let's look at it again, and look at what is behind the door again. In the book I found, it is not mentioned that the owner here is the bestower, so it is impossible for him to arrange a mechanism that can produce illusions here. Maybe, Over the years, there have been accidents here."
"Well, we have agreed now that no matter what we see, we can't enter the door on our own initiative."
Jenkins hung the kerosene lamp in his hand back on the front of the bamboo pole again.
"Okay, I was so excited just now... sorry."
He obviously couldn't feel any wind noise, but the moment the kerosene lamp entered the door, the fire light inside the glass cover immediately flickered.
Professor Jenkins and Professor Burns poked their heads and looked into the door through the opened gap, but this time, neither of them said anything until the fire was extinguished.
In Jenkins' eyes, the light of the fire illuminated an empty quiet room behind the door, and Jenkins stood pale in the dark, his face directly behind the kerosene lamp. Before the light disappeared, he asked in a low voice:
"Why did you kill me?"
Taking back the bamboo pole, he looked at the professor beside him, his expression was also gloomy and terrifying.
"Do you want to watch it again? Or leave now and leave it to the church?"
After a long time, Jenkins asked.
"try again."
The professor gritted his teeth and said, "There are some materials in here that I must get. The church does not open the materials about the mystery of the era to low-level benefactors like us, so I can only look for them by myself. If I miss this time, I may never have it again." Here's the chance!"
"What kind of material is there?"
Jenkins asked in surprise, if this was the case, he would go in and take a look.
"Yes, there is a high probability. The owner here is a famous historian of that era. I believe that there will be something I need in the 'treasure' left by him."
"But, it's been nearly a thousand years, those papers..."
"Wouldn't he be carved in stone or metal?"
The professor asked back, Jenkins was stunned.
"What are you going to do?"
"This umbrella, when this umbrella is opened, the people under it can be protected, and during the protection period, they are immune to mental disturbance, poisonous gas, curses, etc. I will tie a rope around my waist in a while, and you will hold it outside. I will fight After entering with an umbrella, count silently for a second, and immediately pull me back."
The professor waved the black umbrella in his hand, and his eyes were full of determination, which was very similar to the expression when explaining the funeral to Jenkins in the strange world.
"There's no need to take such a risk, it's too dangerous."
He hurriedly dissuaded him, because he didn't know many friends well, and Jenkins didn't want this venerable old man to die here.
"There should be some jewelry gold in it. After we find it, we will distribute it in a ratio of three to one."
"No, you misunderstood. I didn't mean that. I meant that I might have other ways."
Jenkins waved his hand quickly, the professor is beating himself.
"Huh? There is still a way, that would be great! By the way, what did I misunderstand? What I mean is that we discuss the distribution plan in advance to prevent turning against each other after we find something. I have seen this kind of thing too much when I was young. Many times."
Jenkins blushed, realizing at once that he was trying to judge people with sinister intentions. but-
"Seen too much when I was young? What did the professor do?"
He glanced at the pile of things in the corner, and couldn't help guessing some special underground professions. But according to the news heard before, the professor should have been a teacher, maybe he heard something when he participated in some excavations.