The Death Knell

Except for the hall on the top floor used to store telescopes, the layout of other floors of a building like an observatory is the same as that of an ordinary office building.

On both sides of the corridor are rooms with various signs hanging on them, such as Dr. So-and-so's office, So-and-so's data archives, etc.

Similarly, it also has a very large computer room, and many high-tech equipment that ordinary people cannot understand, but can be seen at a glance, placed in different rooms.

"The underground should be the generator and transformer room, and the door is still locked."

Thomas seemed to have remembered something, so he retraced his steps and placed broadsword mines on the way behind everyone. Then he checked every small room he passed, including under the table and behind the door:

"So we don't need to investigate the cause of the power outage in the basement and here for the time being. We just need to pay attention to the upstairs."

"There is a big hole in the back door. Someone used explosives. There are some zombies suspected of being gang members in the back garden..." Martha touched her chin and thought. She wanted to play detective and reason here. What exactly happened.

But the clues were obviously not enough, and she couldn't think of anything. She could only wink at the man secretly, trying to give him some hints.

But Su Ming didn't know the specific situation in the observatory. He was in charge of issuing orders, and the adjutant was responsible for the details.

Now the adjutant is looking for someone to upgrade, and communication is temporarily unavailable. The most he can do is use the black light ring to sense where the zombies are and control them. But he made an agreement before coming here that he doesn't need super powers to play.

So he could only shake his head at the girl, saying that he didn't know what happened here, otherwise, he wouldn't have checked every room so carefully.

After understanding the look in his eyes, the girl became even more excited. Her little tongue slowly licked her lips, and then she twitched her eyebrows.

A completely unknown branch script arrangement? Don’t you even know Deathstroke himself?

Stimulate......

"There were indeed a lot of staff here not long ago, but it is worth noting that, whether it is the front door or the back door, there are no footprints that they will inevitably leave when they leave here." Thomas raised his head and looked at the ceiling in the darkness, as if his eyes were Just like being able to pass through floors: "So my guess is that maybe they didn't leave at all and were hiding somewhere in this building."

"There's blood here!"

The aunt holding the flashlight exclaimed. She saw a few drops of blood spattering on the stairs leading to the upper floor. It looked like someone had a nosebleed.

Later, someone stepped on the blood stains, leaving several upward bloody footprints. They were not very complete, but they could be seen like military boots.

"There are many rooms on the first floor, and we may have only checked one-tenth of them now." Thomas took out a grenade from his arms and made a trap at the top of the stairs: "I don't know if there are zombies upstairs yet, but Let’s search the first floor first and make sure the back is safe before we go up.”

The interior of the building is a bit like an onion-shaped design, with offices forming several floors of corridors, surrounding each other, and the same building layout, with two floors above.

It feels like a maze, but not as complicated as the Blood-seeking Ice City.

"Do we need to split up?" Old Mike looked at the dark corridor. Even though he took a flashlight from the car, the weak light did not have much effect in this eerily quiet building.

"No, you've seen horror movies, old man. If you split up, you're definitely looking for death." Thomas, who was smoking a cigarette, shook his head repeatedly and showed great resistance: "We must go together. Although I believe in my fighting power, I don't Superstitious, but there are some mysterious things. When you go out, you would rather believe that they exist than believe that they don’t exist.”

It's like when someone goes on a business trip to a certain place and chats with the locals, the other party tells some rumors about ghosts and ghosts, such as which cemetery is haunted at night, or someone has encountered a weasel in that forest. Seal and the like.

At this time, as an outsider, of course you don’t have to believe it, but it’s best not to confront it.

It would be a bit suicidal to have to go to the grave to dance or something like that at night.

"Well, I don't want to separate either." The aunt looked like someone who had been there before. It was obvious that she had watched movies frequently. After hearing Thomas' words, she immediately drew inferences: "If we really follow the formula of the movie, handsome men and beauties like the young man and the girl It must be fine, and old guys like us two will probably die soon."

That's it. In the early years, black people were often the first to die in horror movies. But in recent years, some people have made too much trouble, and now the black characters in horror movies are very tough.

No matter what mistakes they made and how many people they killed, they themselves would never die.

Nowadays, the first people to die are often old men and women who don't look very conspicuous, but don't obey orders or are weak.

"Hehe, aunt is right, Mike, just stay with us, I will protect you!"

Martha patted her chest, and the pearl necklace made some faint collision sounds. She held her old aunt in her arms and walked forward together, saying softly:

"Anyway, we're not in a hurry. Maybe we can find some useful things, such as gold pens or jewelry? Well, it's also good to find special food."

Her purpose is also very simple, which is to experience an essential part of the survival game - picking up trash.

Besides, Harley has never visited an observatory since she was a child. It just so happens that this time she can visit with her man, just like on a date.

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The search of the room was not fast, but fortunately, the 'alarm' left at the back entrance and leading upstairs each time was not triggered, which meant that everything was calm for the time being.

But Su Ming knew that the observatory, as the 'first copy' designed by the adjutant, must have some tricks. It was impossible for four people to live in it without doing anything. That would be too boring.

So when Harley really found several gold Parker pens and a plaster statue of a bird that he liked, he still remained vigilant, listening to what was going on around him at all times, and had no intention of participating in picking up trash.

"Well, this one is for Xiao Hong, this one is for Xiao Dai, this one is for Dantou, and this one is for the Italian brother who sells pies across the street from my house..."

Martha, who was walking beside the man, was mumbling words and arranging each gold pen clearly. She was preparing to bring these good things picked up from other people's offices back as travel souvenirs to give to friends.

She could just keep the plaster statue of the bird, because real experts in psychology all use pencils.

Whether you want to draw some test drawings for patients, or you need to constantly revise the psychological portraits of patients in your notes, pencils are more convenient.

"The last floor is left, phew! Finally!" Old Mike followed the father and daughter to search the three floors. Now he was so tired that he held his waist and gasped: "I only feel the amount of activity I have had in the past month. There are not as many as today."

"Ah, if there is really something, it seems to be on the top floor, together with the telescope." Thomas checked the weapon again and removed the trip mine at the top of the stairs: "Let's go up and have a look." (To be completed. Continued)