With a splash, Feuerbach and Charles emerged from the water.
The environment here is no different from that in the water just now. It is a spacious corridor with a series of digital iron doors on the right side.
But compared to those in the water, the houses here are generally slanted, which seems to be caused by the sinking of the island.
Charles noticed something different from the other floors. Diagonally opposite him, where the digital door should have been, a lounge was built.
He was very sure that was the lounge. Although the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with dust, he could still make out the coffee machine and the self-service beverage machine. Add to that the row of sofas next to it, and everything was self-evident.
Feuerbach, who was standing next to him, sniffed the air. "Captain, we can breathe here."
As soon as Charles opened the hood, a strong musty smell rushed into his nostrils. This smell was really not very good, it felt like this place had been sealed for hundreds of years.
Charles rubbed his nose and walked towards the lounge.
When he came inside, he saw more special details. On the wooden table beside the sofa were five disposable cups with a thick layer of black dirt inside.
Next to the cup there were three large dusty books on the sofa.
It can be seen that there were five people sitting here chatting and relaxing. But at that moment, they disappeared at the same time, leaving only five coffee cups to prove their existence.
"Could it be related to that disaster again?" Charles wondered secretly in his heart.
He had been on this sunken island for some time, and apart from some corpses near the strange fish, he had not seen any other corpses in the city.
This is undoubtedly very puzzling. Even if the meat was eaten by something else, bones should have been left behind.
Charles picked up the big book on the sofa while thinking.
Just when he wanted to see what books these foundation members were reading, he found out that he was wrong. It was not a book but a thick black tablet. It was just covered with dust, so he mistakenly thought it was a book.
"Wait! Isn't this the doctor's thing?" Charles looked at it in surprise. The thing in his hand was exactly the same as the doctor's, except that it was newer and more complete.
"Here are three tablets. If I bring them back, perhaps the doctor can repair his ancestor's tablet."
After looking around, Charles took the plastic bag containing disposable cups and quickly put the three tablets in it.
Just as Charles was trying to stuff the thing into his leather jacket, he felt a little troubled. His leather jacket simply couldn't hold such a large object, and it would be crushed if he forced it in.
After looking around, he immediately had an idea. He walked to the entrance of the sea cave and pulled up a red shark swimming below.
Just as it opened its mouth to bite, Charles simply stepped on the shark's jaw with his foot and forced the thing into its stomach.
Of course the shark would not cooperate and struggled desperately, its sharp teeth constantly rubbing against Charles' prosthesis, sparking.
Fortunately, the hand he used to stuff things was a steel prosthetic hand. If it was made of flesh and blood, it would definitely be bitten to pieces by the shark.
After it was completely stuffed in, Charles let go of the shark. The shark opened its three sharp teeth, bit Charles hard, and rolled into the sea.
Regardless of whether the shark heard or not, Charles said to the shark that had swallowed the tablet: "Be patient for a while, I'll help you get it out when we get to the sea."
While Charles was comforting the shark, he felt a little strange. Feuerbach cherished his shark so much, why didn't it move when I treated it like this
Charles turned around and found that Feuerbach was no longer there.
Charles didn't panic at all. He stepped on the wall with one foot and his boots, walked quickly to the roof, took out the revolver in his hand and hung upside down on the ceiling.
"Captain, I'm here! Come and see, room number seven is here, and I found door number 7." Feuerbach's voice came from a very far distance.
Charles was unmoved, "Come back first, two of your sharks suddenly died."
"What!!" Feuerbach rushed back from the darkness in the distance with an anxious look on his face.
But when he rushed to the surface, he found that his shark was still fine.
"Click" a gun barrel was pointed directly at the back of his head.
Charles' voice came coldly from behind him. "What were you doing when we first met alone?"
"Captain, what's wrong with you? I was scraping barnacles off a turtle," Feuerbach replied.
Hearing the correct answer, Charles breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice: "This place is very dangerous. It's no use running around."
Feuerbach didn't care at all, and said with a hint of excitement on his face: "Captain, follow me quickly, I found Gate No. 7, it's just in front."
Charles quickly followed and saw the so-called Gate No. 7.
Surprisingly, the door didn't seem to be locked, but just ajar, as if it could be opened with just a slight pull.
"Did you open it?"
"No, I was just about to open the door when you called me."
Looking at the huge number 7 on the door, Charles reached out and touched the door.
But when he was about to open it, his hand suddenly stopped. Charles felt something strange. He raised his head and slowly looked above the door.
At the highest point of the door, there was a faint red light flickering slightly, and it looked like the scarlet eye of the man-eating Cyclops.
Charles, with a very grim look on his face, raised his prosthetic limb, clenched his fist with one hand, and smashed it heavily on the door.
"This isn't Gate Number Seven! This is Gate Number Three. We let it out, and now this thing has got hold of us!"
“How could it be…” Feuerbach took a half step back in surprise.
Charles looked at the red bright spot coldly, "Don't pretend, I've already discovered you."
The bright spot slowly disappeared, and the number on the door in front of me had quietly changed to Door 15.
Charles, frowning, took a few steps back and looked at the doors around him. There must be one door number 7, but door number 3 was staring at him intently, interfering with his judgment.
Through the two encounters just now, Charles has gained some understanding of Gate No. 3.
This thing doesn't seem to be able to attack. It can only try every means to replace other doors and trick others into opening it.
And it seems to have a certain disorienting effect, and a certain judgment.
"It knows I'm looking for Door 7, so it's using Door 7 to entice me to open it."
(End of this chapter)