With so much information, Charles felt much calmer. No matter how powerful the opponent was, it was still a dead object, and it seemed to have some limitations.
Whenever it replaces any door, a red light will appear above his head. As long as he pays attention to this, the other party will not be able to easily induce him to open it.
But then another problem was placed before Charles: How could he find Gate 7 when Gate 3 was blocking him
Charles touched the door in front of him with his hand. This was door number 15. It was impossible to find it according to the numerical pattern. There was no pattern at all for the doors here.
After Charles wandered back and forth in the dusty metal corridor for a while, he suddenly thought of something and began to point the dagger at Door No. 15.
"Captain, this is Gate 15, not Gate 7," Feuerbach said nearby.
"Of course I know!"
Although the door was strong, it was quickly pried open by Charles using a knife and a gun.
Charles walked in. There was nothing real inside. On the wall reflecting the metallic luster, there was a scary abstract portrait of a human being.
The man's limbs were twisted into a ball like a pretzel, and his organs except his mouth were sewn together with needles. His mouth opened loudly and he looked very painful.
In the dark environment, suddenly seeing this painting really made people feel uncomfortable, and Feuerbach quietly took a step back.
Charles thought for a moment after looking at the portrait, and then said to it in a human tone: "Do you know Tuba? The one who played Texas Hold'em with you."
In response to Charles's questioning, the portrait did not crawl out of the wall nor make any sound, as if it was just an ordinary portrait.
Charles sighed, his mind was really confused. How could he believe the words of that madman Tuba
Just as he turned around and was about to think of other solutions, something unexpectedly appeared on the wall of the corridor in front of him, which shocked him violently.
The portrait that was in the room just now had teleported in front of him, staring at him with its sewed-up eyes.
The atmosphere in the dim corridor began to become somewhat heavy. Nothing that could be contained by the Foundation was a good thing.
"Tuba is your friend? I've heard him mention you. Your name is 372?" Charles asked again.
The portrait did not respond, and Charles slowly retreated away from it towards the water.
But just as the portrait fell into darkness, another new painting appeared on the wall in front of Charles.
"Is this guy following me?" Charles thought to himself.
"It didn't attack me, maybe I can continue trying to communicate."
Charles leaned his hands against the wall, staring at the sewn-up eyes in front of him, and said word by word: "If you help me find where Gate No. 7 is, I can ask Tuba to forgive your debt to him."
Faced with Charles's questioning, the portrait showed no sign of moving.
"Could it be that this painting can only move beyond human sight?" Charles came up with a guess.
Feuerbach seemed a little uneasy as he saw his captain inexplicably communicating with the paintings on the wall.
"I feel this thing is a bit dangerous, Captain, and are you sure it can understand what you say?"
"It doesn't matter. Gate 3 is already watching us from the dark. What's the use of one more? Let's go and try to get out of sight and see if it will lead us to Gate 7."
After Charles finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to the portraits on the wall and walked straight into the depths of darkness.
Looking at the metal doors on the right, Charles felt that this place was somewhat different from the relics imprisoned in Laboratory No. 3. Most of the things in Laboratory No. 3 were controllable, and as long as the rules were known, there were ways to use them.
But the things here are very different. Not only are there no instructions, but the level of protection is also not at the same level.
The Foundation puts these things at the bottom, perhaps intending to completely isolate them from the human world.
Charles continued to walk forward and soon reached the end of the dripping water. From here, it could be seen that the enclosed space inside would not last much longer.
Charles turned around and walked down the slope back to the way he came. Soon when he reached the ninth door, he saw the portrait hanging on a door.
"Is 319 behind this door?" Charles looked at the huge number 12 on the door and thought for a while, then started to pry open the door.
After practicing for a while, Charles finally pried the door open. However, to his surprise, there was no 319 inside as Tuba had mentioned, which looked like a printer. Instead, behind door 12 was a table with a marker pen placed on it.
"What does this thing want to do? Does it want me to release everything in here?"
Charles, with a hint of annoyance on his face, closed the door again and turned to look at the terrifying 372. "Do you think this is funny?"
"Click." There was a slight sound in the room. Charles looked through and found that the marker had inexplicably fallen to the ground.
Charles looked at the number 372 on the wall, thought for a moment, then walked over and picked up the pen.
The moment he picked up the pen, Charles' body was suddenly pulled by a huge force and thrown directly to the metal wall. His hands suddenly started to draw as if they were resurrected by a ghost.
Soon several lines of Earthsea text appeared on the wall.
Conditions: 1. Find a container, 2. Let the Howling Doodle attach itself, 3. Bring the Howling Doodle to the surface of the sea.
Reward: Guide the Captain to the Mind Printer.
[agree Disagree?]
"It turns out that 372 wanted to use this pen to communicate with him and asked me to take him out." Charles looked at the words on the wall and muttered to himself.
This condition is not too harsh. It is a good deal for Charles to exchange for the position of 319. "I agree."
As soon as Charles finished speaking, the pen in his hand moved on its own, and the black handwriting quickly drew a circle on the word "agree".
"Wow~" The words on the wall began to burn, and at this moment Charles felt like he was carrying something on his shoulders.
"Rustle, rustle." The marker started writing again.
"Turn left and walk 15 meters forward. The mind printer is on the left."
"I've found the location of 319!" Charles rushed out with a hint of excitement on his face and began to look for the so-called Door No. 7 according to the instructions on the wall.
Go out... turn left... walk 15 meters forward... on the left...
Charles looked at the wall in front of him that had no markings on it, and his expression was very interesting.
It turns out that the so-called Door No. 7 is a secret door. No wonder he couldn't find its location.
Thanks to TawilatUmr for the Chinese Valentine’s Day gift of 44444 Qidian coins. I owe you 10 chapters and will pay you back after the explosion is over.
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