There is not much time left for XX...
Lord's face looked a little strange, and this sentence pattern felt inexplicably familiar. He seemed to have heard it often in his previous life.
After a brief distraction, he was faced with the question again, that is, what was hidden in that weird factory and how nervous Naxia could be.
The source of this city's evil. Just the sound of the word this time makes people intuitively feel that it is definitely not a good thing.
What is the connection between the Casanova Hotel, Wilbur Whateley, and Limbo?
And rebuilding a hotel with the same structure underground, could it be Wilbur Whateley's attempt just to cover up Limbo?
His intuition told him that it was not that simple!
That mysterious Wilbur Whateley must have had other ulterior motives in building this underground hotel.
"Thank you for being my daughter..."
Lord sighed with a faint look on his face and said: "If it were any other person who said this riddle in front of me, he would have died ten times by now."
Constantine agreed deeply: "Yes, the Riddler is the most hateful. Gabriel was like this before, and then his wings were almost torn off by him!"
"I didn't mean it, Father."
Nexia looked apologetic, clenched her sleeves tightly in her hands, and lowered her head deeply: "But I really can't say more, otherwise...everything will go off track."
"It's okay, I don't blame you."
Seeing the girl's pitiful appearance, Lord couldn't bear to blame her. He stretched out his hand to rub the girl's blond hair and chuckled: "It's just a level of limbo. It can't trap your father or me."
Although things are becoming more and more complicated, fortunately it is not all bad news. At least now they know that this is not the real Limbo, at least they don't have to penetrate the nine levels of hell.
And the bad news is...
Even though there is only one level of Limbo, the internal space is extremely huge, even as intricate as a maze, and there is also the threat of the Weeping Angels. Therefore, finding a key in such a place is no less difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.
Although there is a 'prophet' beside her who knows where the key is, she is restricted by the timeline and cannot interfere too much with the current time and space, so they still have to rely on themselves.
This feeling...is so painful.
It's like there is a guide next to it, but they just can't look at it and insist on completing it by themselves.
"What the hell!"
Constantine said angrily: "If I had known there was something wrong with that Wilbur, I should have caught him and tortured him!"
"Wilbur...isn't dead yet."
Nexia said: "It's in that factory, so you still have a chance to see him, provided we find the key."
"Swear to God, I will break off his arm and stuff it into his ass!" Constantine gritted his teeth.
"Stop saying harsh words."
Lord shook his head and said: "First try to find a way to find the key. You two follow me closely. The Weeping Angel... is probably nearby."
So far, the Weeping Angels who pose the greatest threat to them have not yet appeared.
Who knows which dark corner these lonely assassins are hiding in, waiting for a fatal blow from the darkness, so for the sake of caution, they must not be separated, let alone relax their vigilance.
The underground Casanova Hotel is different from the hotel upstairs. The circuit here has not been cut off by the angels, and the lighting system is still running normally, so the entire hotel lobby looks bright, except that it is not popular at all.
The three of them slowly walked through the hall and walked towards the stairs to the left of the mural.
As expected, the structure here is opposite to the structure of the hotel upstairs. The stairs do not go up, but extend deeper.
"The hotel above has nine floors, and the one below should be the same, so the key is most likely to appear on the ninth floor." Constantine analyzed.
"Go down and take a look first."
Lord walked in front and asked Nexia to follow him.
Only his instant speed can react and escape from the clutches of the angel the moment he appears, so the task of leading the attack can only be left to him.
The stairs of the Casanova Hotel are slightly different from those of other hotels. They are a spiral downward structure, and the position of the stairs on each floor is different, which dispelled Lord's idea of going directly to the ninth floor. .
Standing on the edge of the stair handrail and looking down from above, the spiral staircase structure seems to have some special magic power, making people unable to help but have the urge to jump directly from it.
But fortunately, the impact is not big. Even ordinary people can overcome it, let alone Lord, Constantine and other three people. They only need to concentrate slightly to dispel the impulse in their hearts.
Thumb thump thump...
The three of them were silent all the way down to the end of the spiral staircase. They were greeted by a corridor with an expensive Arabian red carpet on the floor and closed hotel room doors on both sides. This is the second floor of the Casanova Hotel. Second floor!
Lord secretly increased his vigilance, and the spiritual pressure detection range extended to five meters around, which was already the maximum limit, and then stepped on the red carpet with his left foot.
Paji~
When the soles of the feet fell down, the feeling conveyed was not the soft touch of an expensive blanket, but rather like stepping on a puddle of water.
"Tsk, where did the water come from?"
Lord felt something was wrong, raised his feet on the blanket, lowered his head and took a look, but his expression changed.
What seeped out from the blanket was not water, but bright red blood. The area where he landed had a clear footprint. After the bright red blood was squeezed out, the original texture of the blanket was revealed. Other colors.
It turns out that the blankets spread in this corridor are not red at all, but the bright red color that was revealed after being soaked in an unknown amount of blood!
"It's really evil..."
Lord frowned, took a deep breath, suppressed the discomfort in his heart, stepped on the blanket again, and walked towards the inside.
When Constantine saw this, he could only pinch his nose and follow him with a livid face.
Nexia was sandwiched between the two of them, following them silently, neither choosing to give a warning nor making unnecessary moves, just like a transparent person.
"The structure of the hotel upstairs is in a zigzag shape. I think the stairs leading to the next floor should be at the other end of the corridor." Constantine said.
"Oh, I see."
Lord looked around and found that blood was seeping out of the room, so he walked outside the first room on the right, raised his hand to shatter the door lock, and then pushed the door open.
Squeak~
The wooden door was pushed open.
As expected, there were two recently deceased male corpses inside.
The chests and necks of the two male corpses had sharp weapons inserted into them, which were obviously tools used to take their lives. Judging from the manner of death and the circumstances, it seems that during the dispute, he lost control of his emotions and killed the other party.
But what's strange is...
The two corpses seemed to have just died, but they were still flowing with blood.
