The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

The pipes were dark and narrow, dusty, perhaps in disrepair or damp, with large patches of rust on the tin sheets, a musty stench in the air, and the occasional smoke from stir-frying pouring out, and with each step, the pipes creaked like wails, and I struggled to turn sideways, barely pulling out the slab, and soon to get to the sewers, and then follow the route to another vent and climb up, probably to the third floor.

I felt like I was about to suffocate, out of breath, dizzy from the lack of oxygen, and I struggled to push through the fence at the end of the passageway, and just fell almost straight to the ground.

I rubbed my swollen ass and stood up against the wall, the sewer was so dim that I lit up the water from the little light source from Kluhill,

it was red.

I swallowed, and the occasional child's dress floated from the upper class, but it was also stained with blood and tattered.

I slowly walked up the course guided by the slab, the disgusting smell of the water beside me, the mess of bugs everywhere under my feet, and the squeaky squeaks of rats tickled my ears.

I saw what seemed to be a bright light in the distance, so I quickened my pace, and it turned out to be the exhaust vent of the hall on the first floor.

A fresh breath penetrated my nostrils, and I immediately felt a lot lighter.

In the palatial hall, the soldiers just now drove away the weak girls like ducks, and at the end of the team was a plain Texan, her clothes and knife were still in my bag, even if she looked indifferent, but she couldn't hide her bumpy figure, and her gestures looked amorous, and that otherworldly temperament caused almost everyone present to let out a burst of exclamations, and I felt that she seemed to look at me for a moment, and then immediately looked away.

It seems that she has been very successful in blending in, and that delicate look is simply a fraud...

Texas seems to have been singled out alone, I always feel that she is a little pretended, but it seems to be my illusion, I don't think she is so charming when I usually get along, I think of her cold as frost before, I was a chill again, I couldn't help but look at it again when I left, the soldier behind her seemed to be lustful, but she just glanced at it and froze in place and didn't dare to move.

I secretly complained that Miss Texas was really, what if the soldier suddenly yelled...

I forcibly suppressed my fear and continued to walk, and when I came to a crossroads-like location, I suddenly heard footsteps on my right.

There is no place to hide in the sewers, except for the dirty waterways and the walkways on both sides.

I pondered slowly for a moment, dismissed my intention of jumping into the water, and deliberately let out a loud sigh to expose myself.

"What are you doing here?" a low roar spread throughout the sewers, the light of the flames illuminated the scars on his face, the middle-aged man's face became angular under the tempering of the years, and his slender eyes were full of melancholy and cold-blooded colors,

"Can you assume that you didn't see me?" I smiled awkwardly and waved my hand.

"Don't make any unnecessary moves" He drew his saber from his waist and approached me little by little, the sharp and slender blade emitting a chilling glow in the firelight, the sound of footsteps amplified in the silence of each other, his eyes fixed on my movements from beginning to end.

A few minutes later, I watched him fall to the ground foaming at the mouth, and to be safe, I ended up putting my hand on his head and completely destroying his ability to think with the deepest fear. But I subconsciously gave up the idea of throwing him into the current, and walked forward for a short time before climbing up the pipe smoothly.

There seems to be an exit on the second floor...

Looking out of the window on the second floor, a pungent smell of disinfectant came to my face, this was an unexpectedly undecorated room, even very old, there were even signs of peeling off the walls, there were whips, wrenches, steel needles and other torture instruments on the table, and a girl I had just seen in the procession was tied to the chair in a strange way, there was no painful look on her face, but it was impossible to feel the breath of life, she seemed to be so thin that she was only skinny, her pale cheeks seemed to tell of her miserable situation, and there were candles arranged around her in patterns I had never seen before, as if some ritual was being performed。 I took a deep breath and looked around, still deciding to make a noise, but the girl didn't respond as if she hadn't heard anything. The walls seemed to have been clearly wiped off, and on the far right side of the room was the bloody-stenching sewer.

I had no choice but to keep climbing.

When I reached the third floor, I finally found the location of the office, and I tried to slow down, and the whole person was curled up in the ventilation pipe of the ceiling.

"Welcome here, Miss Texas" I heard a low, steady baritone voice, and Texas walked in in a pale blue dress as the sound of wood rubbing against the ground sounded.