Chapter 440 Contradiction Spiral (1)
The latest website: There is not much time left for XX......
Lorde looked a little weird, and this sentence was inexplicably familiar, and he seemed to have heard it often in his previous life.
After a brief distraction, he faced the question again, that is, what is hidden in that weird factory, which can make Nexia's expression nervous.
The source of the evil in this city, this time just by the sound of the words, it makes people intuitively feel that it is definitely not a good thing in it.
What is the connection between Casanova Hotel, Wilbur Whateley, and Lingbo Prison?
And to rebuild a hotel with the same structure underground, could it be that Wilbur Whatley's attempt was just to cover up the Lingbo prison?
Intuition tells him that it is not so simple!
That mysterious Wilbur Whatley, who built this underground hotel, must have other ulterior motives.
"You have to be my daughter..."
Lorde sighed faintly and said, "If it were someone else who would say riddles like this in front of me, he would have died ten times by now."
Constantine agreed: "Yes, the Riddler is the worst, Gabriel used to be like this, and then his wings were almost ripped off by him!"
"I didn't mean to, Father."
Nexia looked apologetic, her cuff was tightly clenched in her hand, and she lowered her head deeply: "But I really can't say more, otherwise... everything will go off track."
"It's okay, I didn't blame you."
Seeing the girl's pitiful appearance, Lord couldn't bear to blame her, reached out and rubbed the girl's blond hair, and said with a chuckle, "It's just a thin prison, and it can't trap your father and me."
Although things have become more complicated, the good news is that it is not all bad news. At least now they know that this is not a real spiritual prison, at least there is no need to penetrate the nine layers of hell.
And the bad news is...
Even if it is just a layer of spiritual thin prison, the inner space is extremely huge, even intricately like a labyrinth, and there is the threat of crying angels,
Therefore, finding a key in such a place is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.
Although there is a 'prophet' by her side, she knows where the key is, but she is restricted by the time line and cannot interfere too much with the current time and space, so she still has to rely on them.
This feeling...it hurts.
It's like there is a strategy next to it, but they just can't see it, and they insist on clearing the customs by themselves.
"Damn it!"
Constantine said angrily: "I knew that Wilbur had a problem, 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."
"I swear to God, I'm going to break his arm off and put it in his asshole!" Constantine gritted his teeth.
"Stop being harsh."
Lord shook his head and said, "Find a way to find the key first, then you two follow me closely, Weeping Angel... It's probably nearby."
So far, the Weeping Angel, the most threatening to them, has yet to show up.
Who knows in which dark corner these lonely assassins are hiding, waiting for a fatal blow from the darkness, so for the sake of prudence, the few of them 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 angel, and the lighting system is still in normal operation, so the entire hotel lobby looks bright, except for the lack of popularity.
The three slowly walked through the hall and walked to the stairs to the left of the mural.
As expected, contrary to the structure of the hotel upstairs, the stairs do not go up, but extend to a deeper place.
"The hotel above has nine floors, and the bottom should be the same, so the ninth floor of the key is the most likely." Constantine analyzed.
"Go down and have a look first."
Lord was at the forefront, and had Nexia follow him.
There is only his Shunbu speed here, and he can react and escape the devil's claws at the moment when the angel appears, so the task of taking the lead can only be handed over to him.
The stairs of Casanova Hotel are slightly different from those of other hotels. They are in 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, looking down from the top, the convoluted stair structure seems to have some kind of special magic, which makes people unable to help but have the urge to jump directly from the top.
But fortunately, the impact is not big, even ordinary people can overcome it, let alone three people such as Lord and Constantine, just concentrating a little, they dispel the urge in their hearts.
Dengdengdeng......
The three of them were speechless all the way, and they silently descended to the end of the spiral staircase. The oncoming one was a corridor with an expensive Arabian red carpet on the ground and closed hotel doors on both sides. Second floor!
Lord secretly raised his vigilance, 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.
slap~
When the soles of the feet fall, the feeling conveyed is not the soft touch of an expensive blanket, but rather like stepping on a pool of accumulated water.
"Tsk, where did the water come from?"
Lord didn't feel right, raised the sole of his foot on the blanket, lowered his head and glanced, but his face changed.
What seeped out of the blanket was not water, but bright red blood, and the area where he landed was clearly marked with a footprint. After the bright red blood was squeezed out, the original surface of the blanket was revealed. other colors.
It turned out that the blanket spread on this corridor was not red at all, but the bright red color that appeared after being soaked in an unknown amount of blood!
"Sure enough evil..."
Lord frowned, took a deep breath, resisted the discomfort in his heart, stepped on the blanket again, and walked towards the inside.
Seeing this, Constantine could only hold his nose and follow him with a livid face.
Nexia was sandwiched between the two of them, silently following them, neither choosing to prompt, nor making unnecessary actions, just like a transparent person.
"The structure of the hotel upstairs is a zigzag, and 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 left and right, and found that the blood was seeping out of the room, so he walked outside the first room on the right, raised his hand and shattered the door lock, then pushed open the door.
squeak~
The wooden door was pushed open.
What was not unexpected inside was the bodies of two men who had just died.
A pair of sharp weapons were inserted into the chests and necks of the two male corpses, apparently the props that took their lives. Judging from the method of death and the environment, it should be that during the dispute, he lost control of his emotions and killed the other party.
Strangely enough...
The two corpses seemed to have just died, but they were still unceasingly, with blood gushing out from the outside.
