Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

Miss Doll said: "Impossible... right..."

The tone of the Byson chick was even more exaggerated: "If this is the case, then I will eat the lever."

Mark laughed.

There was almost two meters between the two wrenches. There is no way for a normal person to pull down two levers at the same time.

People who don't know how to do it can at most pull a lever with their hands, or pull the levers separately, instead of pulling them down at the same time.

Only those who know the mechanical principle can come up with the design of pulling the pull rod at the same time-the machine tool is often designed in this way. No matter how good the protective facilities are, it cannot prevent workers from slacking off or being cheap. In order to prevent workers from being chopped off by powerful machine tools for no reason, the best way is to let workers have both hands to do things, such as pressing two start buttons at a certain distance with the left and right hands at the same time.

Based on this, Mark decided to take a gamble.

The master craftsman Thiago Mishull will come out to receive the guests, but in order to show his wisdom and mechanical attainments, he will invite the guests to pull the lever with him.

Ordinary people who come here alone will definitely not be able to handle it.

Mark has Minnie!

Two spiritual threads shot out, lightly wrapped around the lever, and pulled hard at the same time.

When the pull rod is tilted 45 degrees to the outside, the mechanism is activated.

"Ka Ka Ka!"

As the sound of the winch turning came from the ground, a deep passage appeared as the metal wall panel behind the mech retreated. On both sides of the passage, incandescent lamps are lit up, showing a mysterious passage guided by spotlights.

It's as if this house is not a house, but a set of mechanical equipment is made first, and finally an iron parapet is built on the machinery as a partition for concealment.

Minnie: "..."

Bison: "..."

Mark: "Who said you need to eat a lever? Now please start your performance."

The Bison girl screamed on the spot: "I... I'm just a poor pillow, don't you have the heart to let the cold iron rod penetrate the girl's weak body?"

Mark has no mercy: "Of course I can bear it! Didn't someone claim to be a pillow?"

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Ignoring this episode, Mark turned his attention to mechanical deformation.

With the tie rod as the center, a metal plate about five meters by five meters supported him and the mecha on the booth, and began to move inward along the passage.

Looking into the gap between the separated metal plates, the expansion and folding of the steel plate bearings is precise and complicated, and each object is fixed in the desired position after deformation. With the creaking sound of the gears and bearings in operation, no matter the bearing The floor that supported him moved forward in an orderly and uniform speed, and even the storage and folding of the surrounding floors and walls appeared orderly.

Mark couldn't help but sigh: "What a genius brain can make such a sophisticated mechanical house."

Unexpectedly, a voice suddenly appeared on the booth.

"Genius? Do you praise me as a real genius? Yes! You really are my real friend Thiago. Hahahaha!" The voice with electric sound is so stinky, Mark knows without looking, this is someone A mechanism hidden in the booth was triggered, and a pre-recorded sound was played from the phonograph.

Even worse is yet to come.

Just now a square hole was opened in the ground between the two tie rods, a mechanical platform was lifted up, a metal box opened by itself, and a badge appeared in front of Mark immediately.

"Put it on, my friend! Then you can see most of the masterpieces in my house up close without fear of being attacked by them."

Mark and the three of them: "..."

How narcissistic is it that you set the word [genius] as a trigger word to give guests safety badges!

When I got here, no matter what, the Bison girl was convinced.

No matter how you look at it, this is the real fast track to enter the depths of the mansion!

"Crackling..."

The large iron plate under him kept moving, and strange and continuous sounds could be heard endlessly.

The three of Mark and the others knew very well that they were moving deeper into the mansion. Due to the thicker evil aura overflowing, they had the illusion that they were slowly stepping into the depths of hell.

Minnie spoke: "It's dangerous...Mark...you can...not go in..."

These words fully demonstrated the contradiction of Miss Doll.

She was eager to restore her body, but she didn't want the man she loved to be in danger. On the other hand, Mark took the risk for her, and there was an inexplicable touch in the depths of her soul.

No matter what kind of existence a woman becomes, she is always a complex of contradictions!

Did you ask Mark if he was afraid?

afraid!

Of course I'm afraid!

However, from the moment he refused to be a puppy raised by the Destiny family, his road ahead was doomed to be full of thorns.

He is enlightened.

Either he was made alive, or he was made whole.

The fate dice was thrown, but there was no way to get it back.

This is the enhanced version of sailing against the current - if you don't advance, the ship will be destroyed.

What's more, this time, he tested it.

The number given to him by the dice is 【18】!

Mark flicked the bangs on his forehead, and smiled chicly: "Mini, a man is as good as his promise, I promised you. And now is the best opportunity."

Miss Puppet did not speak.

It's just that during the soul connection, the music box made a messy tinkling sound.

On the other side, Miss Byson, who was attached to Mark's clothes, was equally moved, thinking that it would be great if Mark would be so gentle to me: "Brother..."

"This is the moment of truth, thank goodness it doesn't interfere with my thinking."

"it is good……"

At most, Miss Puppet lets Mark dance with her, but the price of using Bison Chick is to lower her intelligence, and the differential treatment caused by different prices can be fully experienced at once.

Just after answering, Mark suddenly felt something was wrong.

A noise similar to TV snowflakes drilled into the ears, and then the mechanical platform that had been moving in the channel stopped with a "creaking" sound.

Under the action of inertia, Mark was almost thrown forward and hit the mech on display.

After taking the first half step and standing firmly, Mark couldn't help but look at the surrounding environment.

The light dimmed.

It's not that the brightness of the incandescent lamps has decreased, but that there is a strange fog in the passage.

Mark is no stranger to any of this.

Slightly forward, he immediately found that the passage ahead was distorted by some powerful force. It's not the power of the weird school, it's the pure violence that deforms the entire metal passage, which in turn makes the wheels on the rails stuck, making it impossible to move forward, triggering the mechanism's protective emergency stop function.

After jumping off the platform, Mark whispered, "Miss Byson, cover up my breath a little bit."

"it is good!"

Mark's figure was quickly wrapped in a faint black mist.

He started trotting along the track.

I ran for just over a minute, and suddenly the surroundings felt different.

I felt as if I had broken into a movie clip of a horror movie. Dozens of blurred figures suddenly appeared around Mark. The ghost figure passed through Mark's body back and forth.

Mark raised the centipede lantern with his left hand, only turning on the night vision ability.

In his vision of the naked eye, these 'people' do not exist, they are mostly some kind of strange existence that penetrates directly into the spirit.

The [Mind Flayer Hat] on his head moved slightly.

Mark guessed that these were not wronged souls, but more like afterimages that appeared in his mental vision after the [abnormality] was triggered.

Going forward, bloody handprints appeared on the wall.

Almost every handprint came into view, and there was a "click" in his mind, as if a child with muddy hands was putting dirty handprints on it in front of his face.

The further you go, the more and denser the handprints will be.

When Mark was about to walk to the exit, there were enough handprints to make ordinary people's trypophobia attack.

"Be careful..." Miss Doll reminded softly.

"Ok."

I don't know if he has experienced many strange events, but Mark feels that his mental endurance seems to be much stronger. In the past, when I saw so many bloody handprints, I was probably scared to pee on the spot, and my san value dropped like crazy.

This time, he felt fine.

When he got close to the exit, he observed the environment and found that it had long since changed beyond recognition.

Not at all like the hall where Thiago Michul received guests, more like hell.

In the hall, there are almost no traces of metal, and twisted dead vines are everywhere. A cloud of orange smoke filled the surroundings, and Mark had to pour holy water over the mask to filter out any evil breath he might encounter.

He also saw a lot of bloody handprints on the vines.

Suddenly, a bloody handprint quickly grew in size in his field of vision, and rushed towards him.

No! That's not a handprint!

It was the limb of some kind of strange monster!

The scarlet slender limbs like vines give people the feeling of spider legs. But the spider definitely doesn't have a bloody mouth the size of a dog's in the center.

Without hesitation, the revolver was raised and fired.

"boom!"

A shot hit the bloody mouth, and the holy light bullets smiled at the core of the strange demon on the spot, but several long, thin and twisted legs were still like throwing knives, piercing fiercely.

Mark dodged sideways, narrowly avoiding a few broken legs.

The muzzle pointed at these weird things, but after seeing them jump on the ground a few times, they stopped moving.

Just as Mark was about to leave, the lantern in his hand suddenly trembled slightly.

"Uh, you want to eat this?" Mark hesitated for two seconds, but agreed.

After using the lamp, you have to pay a leg, which is the rule.

Mosquito legs can certainly handle it, but the mysterious power consumed by the lantern cannot be replenished.

[Anomaly] Whether it's the Extraordinary objects today, they are not perpetual motion machines, and the lost power must be replenished through some channel, otherwise they will gradually lose power and then downgrade.

The most universal power of extraordinary beings is naturally the power of the human soul.

Miss Puppet followed Mark at first, and didn't dare to draw much soul power at all. If he drew too much, his soul was exhausted immediately, and he died suddenly on the spot.

It was only after Mark took office as Doctor Who that Minnie and Byson dared to absorb the soul fire that escaped from him a little bit.

The two of them can have privileges, which doesn't mean that the centipede and lantern that lost their minds also have them.

Mark has nothing to do to feed the lantern.

The centipede lamp that got permission immediately changed, and a translucent centipede with the thickness of a human arm flew out from the light of the lantern. It quickly devoured a few stumped legs, and then the centipede phantom returned to the light in satisfaction.

Mark noticed that the piece of jade embossed with the centipede above the lantern had changed: about 5% of the centipede's body had turned reddish.

This is a good thing.

Mark is definitely not willing to sacrifice human legs, but the legs of the strange demon... that is the chicken leg of the lantern.

Along the way, he picked up no less than ten of these strange monsters, and used them all as 'kerosene' for the lantern.