"Actually, I have a candle that hasn't been extinguished since I got it. Maybe we can send it into the door and see the reaction inside. If it's still an illusion, then we can think about it."
As he spoke, Jenkins reached into his pocket and produced a burning ordinary candle.
The corners of Professor Burns' eyes twitched a few times. He naturally understood that it was impossible to keep burning candles in his pocket all the time. The young man in front of him either has some kind of rare storage method, or this candle is...
Reminiscent of the "once-in-a-hundred-year" award from the Holy See that Captain Bincy occasionally revealed a few days ago.
"Could it be him?"
Professor Burns felt like he understood something.
"If that's the case, that's great, don't worry, I won't reveal your means."
While talking, there was a gratified expression on his face, as if Jenkins had just accomplished something important.
Jenkins secretly worried whether the professor had some mental problems under the stimulation of great sorrow and joy.
Professor Burns prepared a lot of things underground, and the two of them used ropes to firmly tie the candle to the front end of the bamboo pole. Jenkins waved it up and down a few times, and found that the flame was not beating, so he carefully inserted the candle in.
The fire has always been so weak, but there is no sign of it going out.
The two men were overjoyed, and they stretched their heads to look at the crack of the door together, only to see that inside was a space smaller than an ordinary family bathroom, surrounded by stone walls. A strange green plant clings to the half wall facing the door, crawling outward like a python. From the appearance point of view, it looks very much like a creeper, but a creeper will never climb so fast.
"What do you see?"
Jenkins asked first.
"Small space, a few boxes, and plants crawling outward."
The professor's answer was succinct.
"That's what I saw, so, isn't this an illusion?"
Before Jenkins finished speaking, the fastest vine rushed out of the gate first.
The front of the vine shrank back a few inches, then suddenly rushed forward, and the whole plant rose into the air.
The professor's hand grabbed Jenkins' shoulder and pulled him aside forcefully. With a wave of the umbrella in his hand, the sonic boom caused dust to fall from the stone wall above his head.
The vine was directly broken into two sections, the front section lost its vitality, and the back section was still crawling, but it was a lot sluggish.
"How strong is the professor?"
Jenkins felt emotional in his heart, and quickly pointed the candle flame on the bamboo pole at the vines that kept climbing out of the gate, but it couldn't be ignited at all.
"Plants are weak fire, why can't they ignite?"
"I remembered that this is a special plant that emits hallucinogenic powder. It is a material often used by phantom abilities! It mostly grows underground and is sensitive to sound. It is thirty years old and has a similar appearance..."
While explaining the knowledge, Professor Burns swung the umbrella continuously, the sound of breaking the air continued, and the vines gushing out from the crack of the door were broken into two pieces one by one. Jenkins is now thankful that the door couldn't be fully opened, otherwise the two would have fled by now.
"What is it afraid of?"
"Low temperature, it will go dormant in a low temperature state, and then just dig the roots out of the rock cracks. This is a good material. The powder after the rhizomes are crushed is in grains (imperial units, 1 grain is about 64.8 mg) selling!"
Jenkins untied the coat that bound his body, and threw it aside. He whispered to the professor to get out of the way, then activated the red light spot in front of him, and punched the rushing plants continuously.
The plants are awful to the touch, like a moving blob of marshmallow. The light in the dark basement was poor, and Jenkins couldn't see whether the plants were freezing, but he could clearly feel that their activity was slowing down and the temperature in the room was dropping.
The professor had already circled around Jenkins at this moment, holding the umbrella in both hands and striking down, the sound of the ice cracking was very obvious.
"I'm going in."
Jenkins reminded the professor on the side, kicked the ice debris in front of him with his black boots, and stepped into the door.
In order to prevent the lack of oxygen, try to hold your breath, there are things moving in all directions, and the light behind you is getting bigger and bigger, and the professor followed.
Leaning on the door to prevent enemies from the front and back, Jenkins and the professor cooperated, one punched and the other swung the umbrella. They didn't find the plant roots in the crevices of the rock until the spirit in their bodies was almost exhausted.
Without using Jenkins to do it, the professor dug his right hand into the stone with claws, like breaking a piece of tofu, and pulled out most of the green rhizomes in the gap. After several times in a row, no plants moved anymore.
Without saying a word, the professor grabbed Jenkins by the sleeve and dragged him directly to the door.
"Ha~ha~"
He panted violently, and then told Jenkins: "In such a long-term confined space, there are generally some undetectable poisonous gases. These poisonous gases will quickly cause people to have difficulty breathing, and then die. After entering this kind of place, Be sure to put the lighted flame in first, if poisonous gas is present, the flame will be extinguished quickly."
Jenkins nodded and understood in his heart that the chemists in this world still haven't discovered the existence of oxygen.
The two waited outside the door for a long time, until they stretched the bamboo pole with the kerosene lamp inside again, and timed it with a pocket watch. After the flame was burning normally for one minute, they each walked in with a kerosene lamp.
At this time, it was almost two o'clock in the morning.
The leather boots stepped on the ground, stirring up a layer of floating dust. Jenkins had put on his coat again, and the use of [Frost Fist] made the temperature of the space inside the door at least 5 degrees lower than the space outside the door.
Due to the small space, the items inside can be seen at a glance. Facing the door are two large boxes, but there is nothing else.
Out of cautious consideration, the two stood far away, and poked one of the boxes with a bamboo pole again.
Nothing happens.
I fiddled with the very conspicuous big lock with a bamboo pole, and the lock immediately fell to the ground. Professor Jenkins and Burns took a step back tacitly.
Still nothing happens.
Pick up the lid of the box with a bamboo pole, and then throw in the spells [Poison Identification], [Purification of Pollution], [Danger Warning], [Shadow Concealment Prediction] (this is the most expensive) and so on, and only hear a few metallic sounds. The sound of falling came from the box.
Still nothing happens.
The two breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at each other and adjusted their clothes, then held the kerosene lamp high and looked inside the box.
I saw that the thickness of the box is amazing, so the internal space is not too big.