Chapter 152
"Of course not. You are my companion. I hope we are both alive." Lu Jiamu handed the little boy to the old man. "But friendship is mutual."
The old man knew that he was warning him not to abandon his companions again.
Now he had already recognized who was the golden thigh here, and he quickly took the little boy in his arms, smiling and almost bowing: "Hey, I am an old man who values loyalty the most. Didn't you suddenly see the dead ghost's face just now and get scared?"
"Well. Then take good care of him." Lu Jiamu didn't have time to discuss his personality problems with him. "Now these things have limited mobility. I don't know if they will be strengthened after a while. Let's continue to explore upwards, and then come down to look for it in detail after we have enough understanding of the situation. What do you think?"
Of course the old man had no objection.
The group of adult ghosts with rusty joints were still crawling on the ground, occasionally physically dragging each other's legs, trying to crawl faster.
Lu Jiamu and the old man stopped looking at them and walked upstairs.
The sounds of objects being dragged and roars echoed between the stairs, and the group of "people" began to roar and curse like crazy.
The huge echo frightened people, and they couldn't tell whether the monsters were still far away from them or had already caught up with them.
The old man's heart was pounding uncomfortably in this scene of ghosts and wolves howling, and he was physically panicking. For a moment, he was afraid that he would not be caught by those ghosts, but would be scared to death. In that case, he would really take the shame to the grave.
He followed Lu Jiamu, but was too embarrassed to say that he was scared to death. He could only secretly take out a small pill from his pocket and put it under his tongue. Only then did the tachycardia feel slightly better.
The two of them climbed up floor by floor, standing in the corridor at each floor to roughly observe the layout without opening any new doors.
After climbing to the third floor, the rooms began to become less and less visible to the naked eye, and it was obvious that we had entered the spire area.
Occasionally, one or two doors will be marked with the function of the room, such as a bathroom or utility room.
Although the dragging and roaring sounds gradually disappeared as they moved away from the second floor, the old man did not relax.
As the exploration time increased, the old man's face became more and more gloomy, and he looked behind him suspiciously from time to time.
He said to Lu Jiamu anxiously, "We can't observe them now, and we don't know if they have changed or where they have gone. Maybe they have already dispersed and are hiding in the dark. When we go down later, if some little bastard is hiding in the gutter and waiting to secretly grab our ankles, it will be terrible."
Lu Jiamu comforted him: "You are so skilled, what are you afraid of? And if necessary, I can explore the way first."
"No." The old man was still worried. "You have the means to survive, so of course you don't care. But I don't have it, so I have to make some arrangements in advance. Can you help me, old man?"
Lu Jiamu didn't know what he wanted to do, so he asked, "How can I help you?"
The old man took out a bag of gray powder from his pocket and introduced it to him: "This is quick-drying mud. After mixing it with water and exposing it to the air for ten minutes, it will dry and become as hard as stone. By using this as a fixed point, I can complete some climbing behaviors that would otherwise be impossible. Can you go to the toilet and get me some water?"
There is a toilet on every floor of the welfare home.
"Yes, you can. But maybe there's that kind of stuff in the toilet, too."
"It's okay, it's a small matter. If I don't set it up now, I won't have time later. Go quickly."
"I'll go downstairs to get some water."
Amid the old man's constant chatter of "be careful", Lu Jiamu took the bag of ash powder and went downstairs to find the toilet.
It was still quiet downstairs; those ghost creatures on the second floor probably hadn't climbed up yet.
When Lu Jiamu entered the toilet, he saw several cleaners' clothes scattered around the pit.
He took a look and turned on the faucet.
Fortunately, although this place is strange, there is still water in the pipes.
Lu Jiamu quickly filled the bag with some water according to the ratio the old man had given, and went upstairs while mixing the mud.
The old man untied the ropes that were tightly wrapped around his body, took out new gloves and put them on his hands, then took a small piece of mud and rubbed it in his hands.
He stretched his arms and legs, took two running steps, and actually kicked the wall like he was doing parkour, slapping the rope mixed with gray mud on the ceiling, then he rolled flexibly in the air and landed back on the ground.
As the old man kneaded the new mud, he muttered, "I have to use it sparingly, but not too sparingly."
He followed the same method, jumping up and down several times nimbly, and successfully secured a rope to the ceiling.
The old man was quite proud: "After a while, when the mud dries up, as long as the ceiling doesn't fall down and no one uses a rope to cut it, it won't fall down."
The sound of heavy objects being dragged could already be heard downstairs. Several people in cleaners' clothes had already appeared on the stairs, roaring something with difficulty.
The old man couldn't wait: "Let's go."
No one wanted to see these ghost things clearly, so the two of them immediately went upstairs again.
However, this time, the structure of the upper floor was no longer the same as the previous floors, with only a simple staircase connecting the closed doors. At first glance, this floor did not have any doors, only tall bookshelves connected together. It should be the archives or library of the welfare home.
In order to accommodate taller bookshelves, the height of this floor is much higher than other floors, and it is very likely that it occupies the space of two floors.
When they were outside before, they estimated that this welfare home was about seven or eight stories high from bottom to top, and the highest point was like an open-air platform.
They had already reached the fifth floor, so this place should be the highest point indoors.
The old man's nerves tensed up instantly: "Does this whole place count as... a room?"
Lu Jiamu walked towards the bookshelf: "Whether it is a room or not, we have already seen it. We can only go in and explore quickly. Pay attention to the time."
The little boy said hesitantly, "Often, there are always people hiding here... The kid with the magic cloak always hides in the middle of the bookshelf when playing hide-and-seek. He thinks he can be invisible..."
Looking at these old bookshelves, the little boy began to tremble all over, as if recalling some bad memories. He began to speak in a not-so-clear logic: "At the top is the blessing bell. My little friend always hides in the highest place... When he wants to see me, he will ring the bell, which is a signal to stop the game."
Although he spoke incoherently, he still made it clear that what they were looking for on this floor was a cloak and that their ultimate goal was on this floor.
"Holding you restricts my movements." The old man put the little boy on the ground with a bit of disgust. "It's still safe here now. You can come with us to look for it, or stand here and guard the corridor."
In order to show his bravery, the little boy ran two steps quickly to catch up with Lu Jiamu.
The old man also found a different direction from them and went deeper into the bookshelves.
Lu Jiamu walked around with the flashlight for a while and began to see scattered pieces of clothing on the ground.
But these clothes looked like engineer uniforms. Lu Jiamu kicked them twice and even found some... weapons inside. It seemed that once the owner of these clothes revived, it would be difficult to mess with them.
He asked the little boy, "Can I use these adult items?"
The little boy thought for a while and said, "He said that good children should not steal or rob, or take other people's things without permission."
Lu Jiamu felt a little regretful. He had wanted to try out the equipment, but since the little boy had said so, he didn't dare to do anything too crazy.
There was also a shout from the old man: "I have clothes here!"
Lu Jiamu waved the flashlight upwards to indicate that he heard it.
They hadn't looked through many bookshelves before the hundred seconds were up.
Lu Jiamu lifted the little boy up and put him on the bookshelf: "Sit on top for a while, I'll be back soon."
The little boy uttered a small "hmm" and climbed up the bookshelf very slowly but carefully, bit by bit.
The old man didn't dare to stay on the ground for long. When the time was up, he quickly jumped to the top of the bookshelf and began to walk flexibly on the shelf with great balance.
As he walked, he revealed the numbers of several bookshelves in succession.
Lu Jiamu knew that he was talking about the locations where the ghosts appeared in the scene, and immediately took the initiative to walk around them.
When he reached the aisle where the bookshelves were not connected, Lu Jiamu saw several sporadic flashlight lights between the bookshelves in other rows, and red laser dots tremblingly moving towards him on the ground. It was obvious that some thermal weapons were trying to aim at him.
But because it was shaking too slowly, it didn't have time to point to him before he re-entered the next row of bookshelves.
The old man muttered something and ran back and forth on the high ground: "14!"
After counting, the old man jumped to the side of the little boy, tried to lower his center of gravity, observed the situation below, and began to mutter: "These guys are not good guys at first glance, I dare not stay here all the time."
Lu Jiamu tried his best to walk along the route without ghosts, but the fourteen ghosts were too scattered, and their figures could be seen next to almost half of the bookshelves.
And they were actually different from the starving ghosts in the first room. The ghosts on this floor did not just try to squeeze in whenever they saw a human figure. Although they did not make a sound, there seemed to be some kind of planning in their actions, revealing some remnants of wisdom.
Several times, Lu Jiamu was only a few books away from the light of those flashlights, and he almost bumped into them head-on.
Although the monsters on this floor made no roars or screams, or any dragging sounds, their silent actions were even more deadly.
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