Chapter 87 Bait
In the afternoon, on the bank of the silvery white sea, in Buck's bloody and messy study, Greg Turner and Elena were searching for useful clues. When the search was fruitless, Elena once again used the compass in her hand, which meant "light", and finally pointed to the direction of the bookshelf in the room. Then she walked towards the bookshelf step by step in the direction of the pointer. But even when she stood in front of the bookshelf and began to look through the books on it, she did not find what she wanted after searching for a long time.
Elena looked down at the direction the pointer was pointing in and saw no change, so she frowned and spoke.
"Hmm? Weird..."
"What's wrong, Elena, did you find anything?"
Hearing Elena's voice, Greg turned around and said in confusion, while Elena looked at the bookshelf in front of her and spoke.
"The pointer shows that the location of the signpost symbol should be on this bookshelf, but I can't find any trace of it after I flipped through all the books. I think maybe... the symbol is behind it?"
Elena said this with a hint of speculation in her tone, and Gregor nodded after hearing her words.
"You mean a secret room? Indeed... these guys like to build secret rooms at home. If there is a secret room here, there should be a trigger nearby... We can look for it."
Greg said this, and his words were transmitted to Dorothy's ears through the eavesdropping corpse puppet, which made Dorothy startled again.
"Fuck... How did they find the secret room so quickly? The signpost? Did that guy Clifford have a transmitter or something?! What the hell... This guy must have died in the secret room..."
While thinking about this, Dorothy glanced at the mummified Clifford not far behind her. According to Greg's words, she had roughly guessed the culprit. It was probably that Clifford was slapped with a transmitter-like talisman at the dock, and then led the searchers all the way here. Now, as luck would have it, he died in the secret room and directly helped to locate the location of the secret room.
What a series of bad lucks all happened at once, who could have predicted this beforehand!
Dorothy was even more nervous at the moment. She was still trying the password. The combination lock did not open automatically after the password was entered. She also needed to turn the door handle to confirm whether the password was entered correctly. This greatly increased the time she spent trying the password. So far, she had only tried about thirty combinations.
'But the good news is that it's not that easy to enter this secret room. They have to find the candlestick mechanism first, and then turn it in the correct way to open it. This will take more than an hour, and I have enough time.'
Dorothy was thinking this, when a rather rough voice was heard from the study.
"Looking for a mechanism? Humph, that's too slow. Those guys might be hiding in there. It will take too long to slowly look for a mechanism."
Greg and Elena looked in the direction of the sound, and then they saw Turner, a tall man, who had picked up a sledgehammer from somewhere and was walking towards the bookshelf with it on his shoulder.
"T, Turner? Where did you get that hammer? What are you going to do?" Greg said in surprise when he saw Turner's look, while Turner stood in front of the bookshelf and answered with a smile.
"Heh...what are you doing? Of course there is a faster and quicker way to open this secret room." As he spoke, Turner picked up the sledgehammer with both hands and smashed it directly at the bookshelf with great force, causing the ground to shake. With a loud bang, a dark hole was smashed in the bookshelf.
"Wow... there really is something at the back, Elena, you guessed right." Turner said with a laugh while looking at the hole in the bookshelf, while Elena and Greg who were present could not help but be stunned.
"Uh...it just came out right away?"
"Although the method is a bit rough, it seems that these are indeed faster..."
Looking at Turner's actions, Greg and Elena said with some shame that this method was indeed more convenient and quicker than trying hard to find a mechanism.
"Well, now that the hole has been knocked out, just keep knocking it bigger."
As he spoke, Turner swung the sledgehammer and smashed it against the bookshelf in eighty-eighty turns, widening the gaps. Every time he hit the bookshelf, the surrounding floor vibrated and Dorothy's heart trembled.
"You can just play the game of decryption with peace of mind!? You guys are ruining the gaming experience by doing this!"
At this time, Dorothy was hiding behind the curtain and complaining anxiously. She didn't expect that Gregor and his group disliked the trouble of decrypting the code and just skipped class by force.
Of course, even though she complained, Dorothy's heart was in her throat. She knew that if things continued like this, Greg and the others would most likely come in first. Although the back of the bookshelf was not solid, it could not withstand such a smash.
'There is no other choice but to activate that plan...'
Faced with the crisis situation, Dorothy took a deep breath to calm herself down, and then connected the spiritual thread of the corpse ring to the attic.
There, a corpse that had been hidden beforehand slowly stood up.
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In the study, Turner continued to smash the bookshelf, and soon the hole in the bookshelf became bigger and bigger. Gregor and Elena were waiting behind Turner at this time, and after Turner smashed out a suitable entrance and exit, they went in together.
Just as the hole made by Turner was getting bigger and bigger, a searcher came running in from behind them and reported hurriedly.
"Report to the captain! Something has happened!"
"What's going on?" Greg patted Turner, who was hammering the bookshelf, to stop the noisy hammering, and then asked the team members in front of him seriously.
"Rooftop... We found a suspicious person on the rooftop. He suddenly appeared from nowhere, and he was smiling at our sniper hiding in the dark! We did not act rashly without instructions. Captain, please take a look!"
The team members urgently reported to Greg and the others. After listening to the team members' words, Greg and the other two looked at each other, and then Elena said.
"It seems like something went wrong. Let's go take a look first and send someone to guard here."
"Well, let's go..."
Greg nodded in agreement, and then he arranged two team members to guard the door of the study. Then he, Turner and Elena followed the reporting team member and climbed up a ladder to the roof of Buck's house.
The roof of the mansion was a triangular slope. It was difficult to stand on it for ten feet. There was only a small pavilion where people could stand steadily. Gregor and the other two climbed up the pavilion and glanced at the roof. Then they saw a standing figure on a pointed roof near the river.
Under the gray and gloomy sky, the black and gray windbreaker fluttered in the wind on the roof. The upright figure was steady even if he had only an inch of foothold. His hand covered the short hat on his head to prevent it from being blown away by the wind. The lower third of his face was covered by the scarf. Under the hat, he looked fiercely at Gregor and the other two in the small pavilion more than ten meters away.
"Hello, fellow hunters of Igwinter."
Facing Gregor and the other two in front of him, Edek said with a smile, and after hearing Edek's greeting, Gregor and the others couldn't help but become alert and tightened their weapons.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" Facing the mysterious man opposite, Gregor asked seriously first, and then Edek answered directly and easily.
"As for me... I am a person who carries out destiny. As for why I am here, it is because I should be here at this time."
"The one who carries out the destiny... should appear here at this time... What does this mean?"
Listening to Edek's words, Elena began to frown and ponder, trying to interpret the meaning, while Turner on the side just shouted.
"Hey! Explain your situation clearly, you are not a remnant of the Holy Communion here!"
Listening to Turner's words, Edwin chuckled, then pressed down the short hat on his head, glanced at the person in front of him with a slightly indifferent look, and then slowly spoke in an even more low and dangerous voice.
"If I were a member of the Eucharist, then all of you present would have suffered the same fate as the corpses in the study below."
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