Chapter 412 Exile due to strangeness

Until now, the only thing he has not taken back from the Gunpowder Keg Gang is his own electric lantern.

The sounds of shattering glass he heard before matched the timing of the flames caused by the pouring of kerosene on the ground. It seemed that the electric lantern had not been broken, but he didn't know who was holding the lantern now.

Do you want to take back the electric lantern?

The kerosene lamp on his waist can burn for at least an hour, but can he walk back to the wilderness cabin in one hour?

Chen Yan didn't dare to gamble.

Once he cannot return to the wilderness cabin within an hour, the kerosene lantern will go out, and he will fall into pure darkness and face the completely unknown "Desolation".

'Since Ryan Gama made preparations before coming, he should be able to find a way back.'

He sadly discovered that he could only place his hope on those bastards from the Powder Keg Gang.

'There is no other way but to find them first... They have calmed down now and will not shoot at will even if they think about it... I am still valuable to them. If they want to leave the wilderness, they must have my help. I

Maybe get in touch with them and see how they plan to get back to the wilderness cabin.'

Chen Yan did not dare to stay too long on the first floor. The "ghost" would appear again at any time, so he had to keep moving.

After fumbling back to the second floor, Chen Yan stood where the bookshelf was, and could no longer hear the sounds of the Powder Keg Gang.

The voice of Psalm 13 came to his ears:

'Mr. Chen, there is an unstable space crack 30 meters to your right, and the length of the crack is unpredictable.'

Chen Yan asked in a low voice:

"Anzem, can you find your way in the dark?"

Psalm 13 sounds two seconds later:

'This is really a touching title, Mr. Chen. I can't identify the direction in the dark, I can only sense the location of the cracks in space.'

Chen Yan remained vigilant and moved forward.

The second floor as a library is much larger than the first floor, which reminded Chen Yan of the overall mansion seen from the outside - from the outside, the mansion itself is not big, and the volumes of different floors are basically the same. It is impossible to

There is a situation where the second floor is much larger than the first floor.

Chen Yan remembered what he had just seen in the synaesthesia painting of "Charlie Without Guts" and thought that the mansion of a skinless evil spirit like Turazan would be somewhat different from a normal mansion.

He continued to move forward slowly, took one step forward, and suddenly saw a dim firelight appearing in the darkness in front of him.

Although he was well prepared, his heart still beat wildly.

'The fact that I can see their light means that I have reached the visual range of the edge of their firelight. If they look towards me, they can at least see my outline.'

'Now that we have decided to contact them, we must avoid accidental injury as much as possible.'

Chen Yan pointed the loaded Skylark-300 gun forward, took a step forward, and entered the opponent's fire range.

It was also when this step was taken that Chen Yan suddenly felt something was wrong.

He only took one step forward before he saw the other party's clear back - this shows that the range that the other party's light source can illuminate is very small, and such a small firelight range should not be covered by four kerosene lanterns gathered together.

The range of fire that can be released.

According to previous experience, the gathering of fires can have a superimposed effect in the dark. The fires gathered together can illuminate a larger area than a single fire.

But judging from the fire in front of him...it's not much different from the fire that enveloped Chen Yan——

After taking this step, the man's back was less than 1 meter away from Chen Yan.

Chen Yan suddenly appeared in the darkness at such a close distance and almost frightened Chen Yan into shooting immediately.

In an instant, several thoughts flashed through Chen Yan's mind:

'This person got separated from the others? How did he get separated? Don't they always act together as a group?'

‘Ryan Gama knows what’s going on, and it’s impossible to let the minions act separately unless it’s absolutely necessary. So what’s going on with this guy?’

'Something's wrong with him!'

He pointed the Skylark-300 at the man's head and said in a fairly clear voice:

"The weather is nice today."

The man turned around suddenly, and Chen Yan only saw a frightened face.

It's a mouse!

"You're not dead!" the mouse shouted subconsciously.

At this time, the rat's brows and eyes were tangled with fear, as if it had just encountered some horrific experience.

He looked at the gun pointed at his head in Chen Yan's hand, cold sweat flowed down both sides of his forehead, and said in horror:

"We didn't want to do anything to you... We were all scaring you before! We still have to rely on you to get out of here, and we don't dare to kill you! Only you can open the invisible [door] in the chimney!"

Rats not only have the taste of rats, but also the courage of rats.

A thought flashed through Chen Yan's mind: mice do have a very strong sense of taste.

He still pointed the Skylark-300 at the mouse's head: "Where are the others?"

Speaking of this, the mouse's expression quickly turned bad: "We got separated...there was an accident, and there was a [ghost] among us."

Chen Yan's back felt cold: "What the hell are you talking about."

The mouse stumbled and said: "A [ghost] appeared among us! Originally there were only four of us, and I don't know what happened, but five shadows appeared on the ground! I thought it was you..."

Chen Yan listened to the surroundings with his ears raised, and whispered: "I have been downstairs just now."

The mouse shrank its head, trembled all over, and was so frightened that it burst into tears:

"When we discovered the fifth shadow, Maier suddenly moved. He stabbed the boss in the shoulder with a knife, and the boss blew his head off."

"But another Maier appeared behind the boss, and that Maier told the boss that he was real, and the Maier whose head had just been blown off was fake."

"How dare we believe him! Who knows if he is true or not!"

"No one wants to die. We are all brothers who have died, and we don't want to accidentally hurt him. Therefore, we forced this 'Mair' into the darkness and let him fend for himself."

Is this...exile?

Chen Yan suddenly remembered that the ancestors of the Franji people were doing capitalless business at sea, and perhaps the rules of the Powder Keg Gang's "Exile" were passed down from that time.

What am I thinking about...

Chen Yan was very wary of his sudden thoughts. Such out-of-the-box thoughts were quite consistent with the wandering ability of the "Spirit Wanderer" awakened in the first stage of the intracranial eye.

Is this still happening to him now because his attention is wandering aimlessly?

Thinking of this, Chen Yan further controlled his attention, kept pointing the gun at the mouse's head, and said:

"Then what? How did you end up alone?"

He already had a premonition in his heart, but when the mouse said it, he still felt uncontrollable panic in his heart.

"The same thing happened to me..."

The mouse had a sad smile on his face:

"My boss, Chris, and I continued to explore forward. Soon after, the shadows on the ground turned into four."

"This time it was Chris. He used the same posture, took the knife, and inserted it into the boss's other shoulder."

"The boss was so angry that he blew his head off, but another Chris soon appeared behind him."

"We can only banish him."

"A few minutes later, I saw another me appear in front of the boss."

There was cowardly anger in the mouse's eyes:

"That thing appeared in front of the boss unexpectedly. I didn't even have time to say anything to stop him, and he was hit in the head by the boss."

"Then, the boss pointed a gun at me and banished me into the darkness."

While Chen Yan remained vigilant about his surroundings, he whispered:

"How are you going to get back to the wilderness cabin."

The mouse replied:

"We made marks on the way here and can judge the direction based on the marks."

Chen Yan's heart beat wildly:

"Very good! Now you come with me and I will take you out of this hellish place!"

The mouse said nothing.

Chen Yan's face darkened and he put the Skylark-300 on his head:

"You have no choice."

A timid determination appeared on the mouse's face:

"Impossible! I want to go back with my brothers!"
To be continued...