Under the mason's persuasion, E Wu Nian silently put away the light yellow chewing gum.

Li Ang, who was beside him, couldn't help wiping his forehead, patted his chest, and said with lingering fear, "Young people nowadays are too terrifying. They take out such weapons of mass destruction at the slightest disagreement. Back in the day when I was fighting guerrillas in Africa, I wasn't this impulsive."

Dong Feng Po couldn't help but ask, "Brother, you've fought guerrillas in Africa?"

"Yeah."

Li Ang nodded and said, "I went to the talent market for recruitment.

They said it's great for summer interns to be mercenaries. The company has a formal labor dispatch contract and provides high-value accidental injury insurance.

Carrying an AK, you can go to the battlefield and get eight thousand yuan a day, plus an 800 yuan high-temperature allowance. The transfer is immediate and never ambiguous.

Working is as fun as playing chicken.

So I went. But I found out that both sides of the battlefield were teammates going to work as summer interns. We tacitly shot at the sky. No one died all day, and we got paid.

Now that the summer vacation is almost over, I came back."

"..."

Dong Feng Po was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that Li Ang was talking nonsense. He gave him a painful look and said nothing, turning around to search the hall with the mason and others.

The mason took off the flower-shaped wall lamp from the wall, unscrewed the light bulb, and said, "The living room itself uses some wooden decorations, which have a history of at least a hundred years.

Although the wall lamp uses electric wires for power, most of these electric wires buried in the wall are already aging, and the structure is quite primitive.

Um... it uses a tungsten filament incandescent lamp. At least we can assume that the last time someone lived in this house was in the early twentieth century."

The reason why he said "assume" is because none of them could be sure whether the background setting of this script world was similar to Earth... If this was in a different world, then all kinds of special situations were possible.

"There's electricity, which proves there's a power source."

E Wu Nian said coldly, "Maybe we can follow the wires later to a place like a power room and see if there are any so-called abnormal organs there."

*Ka-cha, ka-cha.*

Clear shutter sounds rang out. E Wu Nian and the mason turned their heads and saw that Forest Cat was holding a brand-new Polaroid camera (a traditional camera that develops images quickly, printing photos immediately after taking them), taking pictures in the corner of the living room.

In an environment where all electronic devices failed, the Polaroid could work normally.

Forest Cat took pictures on her own, passed all the printed photos in front of her eyes, and then put them into the pocket hanging on her waist.

This Polaroid was not an ordinary camera, but a well-made piece of equipment called [Divination Polaroid].

It could take photos with prophetic qualities—if an abnormal event was to occur in the scene in the photo within ten minutes, the camera would vaguely show the future scene in the form of a prophecy.

[Divination Polaroid] had helped Forest Cat through many extremely dangerous situations, but its remarks were a bit inexplicable, a line of very small print: The realm of photography, you people who only know how to play with equipment will never understand.

It was unclear what it meant.

Forest Cat noticed her teammates' gazes, raised her head, shook her light golden shawl hair, and smiled calmly with her beautiful face, saying to them, "Don't mind me, you guys continue."

E Wu Nian and the mason continued to study the wall lamp, while Dong Feng Po held a rather bulky large flashlight, shining it towards the dark corridor on the second floor above the stairs.

Li Ang leaned forward, looking like a curious baby, "Brother Feng, what are you looking at?"

"...Can you not call me Brother Feng? It feels weird."

Dong Feng Po's face flashed with a painful expression again. He nodded towards the dark corridor, "See those rooms on both sides of the corridor? No two of their door structures and shapes are the same."

"Huh?"

Li Ang squinted his eyes and carefully observed for a while, and found that, just as Dong Feng Po said, the structure of the second floor was quite strange.

The shapes, colors, and sizes of the doors of the rooms on both sides of the corridor were different, and they looked extremely mismatched when placed together.

Not only the rooms, but the corridor itself was also abnormal. There were inexplicably one or two suddenly appearing steps on the originally flat corridor.

On the ceiling of the corridor, some places were also fitted with antique wooden floors, or one or two inexplicable glass windows.

"The structure of the second-floor corridor is too chaotic, as if countless rooms were pieced together."

Dong Feng Po frowned tightly. "Did the owner of the house intentionally design it this way from the beginning? Or is it caused by the abnormal organs in the mansion?"

"The owner of the house should be the oil painting hanging in the depths of the living room. And these oil paintings of men and women hanging on the wall must also be descendants of the mansion's owner.

This used to be a large aristocratic family."

Li Ang said calmly, "But I just checked the oil painting frames and didn't find any surnames, names, or family names on them. If we want to get more clues, we still have to go up and search in person."

"Yeah."

Dong Feng Po nodded, turned his head, and looked at E Wu Nian and the mason below the steps, only to find that those two, along with Forest Cat, who should have been in the corner of the living room, had quietly disappeared without a trace.

What's going on?! When?!

The hairs on Dong Feng Po's back stood on end in an instant. Those three were all experts above LV10, possessing relatively luxurious equipment and skills.

Let alone a mere mansion, even if an ordinary script boss came in person, it would be impossible to instantly kill the three of them silently.

"Brother Li—"

Dong Feng Po seemed to realize something and hurriedly turned his head to look beside him. However, there was no trace of a living person beside him!

That LV11 named Li Risheng had disappeared right beside him...

!!

Dong Feng Po immediately tensed his body and took out the most powerful offensive equipment he possessed at this stage from his backpack bar—

A rare quality, powerful baseball bat whose active special effect was "Hit a perfect home run that can easily knock away lighter enemies."

Dong Feng Po gently put the bulky flashlight on the ground, gripped the solid metal baseball bat with both hands, dared not get close to the wall again, and could only cower up, cautiously waiting for the abnormality to appear.

*Hoo, ha.*

In the hall, only his breathing was left, and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

*Zzzzz—*

The wall lamp flickered, emitting radio static, gradually turning from a warm, soft yellow light to dark, becoming red, dark red, scarlet.

In the dim environment, Dong Feng Po's pupils kept dilating. He saw the hand-woven carpet spread on the living room floor arch up slowly for no reason, and gradually deform.

Like mud, like paste, it slowly rose, outlining a humanoid silhouette that almost filled half of the living room.