After the sudden intrusion of the black deer and the warning from the raven, most of the workers in the brewery have left.
Some of them were still a little slow. With bulging eyes, they saw a group of explorers striding into the winery, so they quickly quickened their pace to escape.
Behind them, the siren of the correctional officer's vehicle came. The correctional officers, who were wearing double-breasted black uniforms and almost bulging belly, pretended to be shouting at the people who were evacuating and evacuating.
They saw from a distance that some of the explorers who entered the winery glanced back, so they did not step into the winery and set up a cordon outside the gate. This was the rule after a mysterious and out-of-control incident. It was up to the explorers to take action. Solve it, and the responsibility of the education officer is to maintain order on the scene...
The undead agent walking in the middle of the team turned back and continued to move forward. A mysterious incident occurred in the brewery, which has attracted attention, but the rescuers belonging to Taro have not yet arrived.
At this moment, the Donald Brewery is like a deserted small city, with tall workshops connected one after another, and chimneys standing abruptly, still emitting smoke. There was a faint sour smell permeating the entire winery.
As one of the top three beer and beverage companies in New Zealand, Donald's Brewery is quite large, and it is rumored that the owner of the brewery, Donald, also has some contacts with Shenting officials. Taro naturally had her considerations in setting up the shelter here.
The explorers quickly passed through the outermost office building, followed the raven's tracking, and entered the huge brewing workshop. The huge metal cans blocked the sunlight, making the workshop look dark and dense, and the air was fumigated with an intoxicating aroma of malt...
The brewery became quiet, like a river where the tide has passed. At this moment, all that could be heard was a monotonous tinkling sound in the distance. This place is reminiscent of a familiar afternoon in the lower city, where the smell of melting tar mixes with the stench of stagnant water on the streets. But the explorer knows in his heart that this place is not just a street in the lower city. This place is extremely dangerous and hides a wandering god who is in urgent need of recovery and plans to fight to the death.
The agent of the undead suddenly frowned: "The owner of the winery is still here."
Winery owner? The Laughing Man and Bill both turned around.
The owner of the winery, Mr. Donald? The man who took great care of his friend’s widow after Mr. Tarot’s death?
"He should have escaped from the reception and gone back to the winery..." Bill murmured, turning his head suddenly, "Let's stop him! Maybe he knows where Taro is hiding!"
The Undead Agent nodded: "I have blocked him."
The team quickly picked up the pace behind the agent. They walked through the entire brewing workshop, walked up an iron staircase at the end, and entered an office built in the brewery.
When you open the door, you can see the huge raven spreading its wings like a courting bird, and the strange runes belonging to Holota are faintly floating in the air above its head...
Donald seemed to be trying to escape before, but the raven overawed him with the power of the Styx.
The man who knew nothing about mystery was obviously frightened by the evil displayed by the raven. He held his head and shivered in the corner, as if he did not dare to look directly at the death totem blocking the door.
Donald felt a group of people coming in and raised his pale face. At this moment, his face was covered with sweat, his hair that was once finely parted in the middle was completely messy, and his monocle was swinging wildly on his chest, as if to coincide with his disordered heartbeat. He seemed to be melting, and the sweat on his face was excessive.
His eyes were wide open, and it was clear that what he saw completely devastated him.
"Finally...finally! It's time for reckoning?!" Donald seemed to be trapped in some kind of nightmare. He saw a crow that had turned into an inexplicable totem, saw many masks spinning around him, and saw that his body seemed to be covered by some kind of... The master of Long Island whose creation is alienated...
"Everything that happened here...has nothing to do with me!" Donald waved his hands suddenly, sweat dripping from his hair. He was completely different from the calm and elegant gentleman before. "It was all done by that woman and has nothing to do with me! That woman ...She is not human at all!”
"Calm down, Donald." Bill adjusted his breathing, his breathing was like some kind of weird duet, "You are also the one who was persecuted by her, and we are here to help you."
Donald stared at Bill's face with a puzzled expression, as if he didn't understand what Bill meant, and as if he was trying to identify who was in front of him.
After a while, the winery owner suddenly laughed nervously. His laughter was low and hoarse at first, amusing himself, then became more high-pitched and weird, and gradually evolved into a string of old voices, with his fingers curled up like dry bird claws, "Quack...quack...quack... …”
It doesn't look like human laughter.
"Help me?!" Donald's eyes were full of madness, "Gentlemen, we are all here - just do it and help yourselves!"
He lowered his voice and said with a sinister smile: "You have no idea what she has done..."
The winery owner's movements stopped abruptly, as if he was afraid that something would find him. He suddenly became motionless and stared out the window with eyes that could only belong to a madman.
After confirming that there was no sound, he continued: "My friend Mr. Tarot did not die of illness at all...
Donald's voice was very soft and low, but everyone present could hear it: "She killed it, she killed it."
"I dare not say...
"I dare not! If I tell anyone, I will die! I can only follow her request and surround her like a dog to please her...
"She looks like a kind person in front of others - only I know what she is and what she is!..."
"That's enough." The Laughing Man's voice sounded. Sean didn't think there was time to continue listening to Donald's overly broken expression.
"Where is she? What's the secret in this winery?"
As if the thing that scared him the most was mentioned, the man who was slumped on the ground shrank into a ball: "She...she raised something in my winery...
"She has raised something! In her little world! No one can go there, no one is allowed to go there!
Donald raised his eyes and roared, as if shouting at his workers: "No one is allowed to enter the third brewing workshop!"
"What? What did she raise there?" Due to the soul connection, Sean felt a series of speculations from Evan Burns. It might be some kind of vicious spirit, or it might be a legendary monster that has long since disappeared... It uses the entire factory as its lair - it is the watchdog of her refuge...
Donald raised his head, looking confused like a sleepwalker.
Then a pair of eyes searched for the faint light, as if he had experienced something that his reason could not digest at all, and he was praying with his eyes that the special people present could give him some reason. He licked his dry lips, and it was more like a sigh than a word: "God.
"She keeps a god in the winery."
