Chapter 5967: black ghost

Everyone got out of the car, and Cyborg was ordered to turn into a huge camping lamp. It was the kind with an adjustable lamp head and a reading light tube. It also provided a power bank function for people to use when camping in the wild. It was sold at Wilson Supermarket. Great stuff for $9.90.

It's just that this emergency light has hands and feet, which looks a bit strange.

But its light is very bright and can shine very far, providing everyone with a better view in a sudden black sandstorm.

"Did something sneak past us just now?"

Pulling his cloak to cover his mouth and nose, Damian looked behind him alertly. He had been criticized by Deathstroke before, but he didn't really want to cry. Looking sad was a tactic to gain sympathy.

He has received a full set of training from the Assassin's League. He can't be said to be completely bloodless and tearless, but he also has a heart of steel.

The tactics used by the Assassin League to train children are to pretend to be pitiful, such as pretending to be a beggar, a flower girl, etc. When the target sees the child relax their vigilance, they stab the target with a dagger in the heart or shoot with shurikens.

Damian felt that he had made a mistake and needed other teammates to speak for him, so he put on a sad face, and Bobo's sympathy overflowed.

Despite the fact that the orangutan usually says he hates children, his bartender and working girl, he hates this and that, but he is actually very soft-hearted.

Just now Deathstroke got in the car and touched Damian's head a few times, and the boy knew he was forgiven.

Of course he knew that Deathstroke could see through such a little trick, but whether he could see through it or not was another matter. His father even praised his little trick, touched his head and smiled, which was encouragement.

So of course the boy now has to do his best and try not to make any more mistakes.

The wind and sand were so strong that the previously peaceful wasteland suddenly became as dark as night. Black sand and gravel were blown up by the wind in all directions, trapping everyone in the town like walls.

This place is more like a post station than a town. There is only one road with a dozen dilapidated buildings on both sides of the road.

It feels a bit like a gold mining town in the pioneer days of the American West. After it was discovered that there was no gold, it was quickly abandoned and the town died.

However, since there seems to be something sneaky in the darkness, the reason why this place was abandoned may not be simply worthless.

"There was indeed a dark shadow flashing across. It's most likely a living thing. However, the sand may have been too strong and Strangler couldn't smell it."

Su Ming raised his fist and used the green light ring to create a large transparent bowl to hold everyone in, as a protective shield against the wind and sand:

"Everyone, please don't go five hundred meters away from me. Those things are not a big threat. The investigation continues. I saw a tavern. Let's go there first to look for clues."

There must be no one in the abandoned tavern, but the existence of a town proves that civilization existed here, and civilization will inevitably leave some records.

Interpreting the stories behind them is archeology.

However, this is most likely an American-style archeology, which means it has a history of two hundred years. It is not so much archeology as it is a treasure hunt in a warehouse.

The door of the bar was blown away at some point. It seemed that it was once made of some kind of metal, because there were still some traces of rust on the wall. I walked into the lobby. It was isolated from the strong wind from the outside world, but it was just The hollow door was still making a whistling sound.

Except for the front and back doors, there are no windows in this bar. It seems that this is some type of nightclub, western science fiction style.

"Bobo, Damian, Xiao Dai, you go check upstairs." Su Ming pointed to the spiral staircase aside. The thing looked pretty solid, and the black metal looked very thick: "Albella and I will check. Floor and wine cellar, Steel Skeleton, you stay in the hall, guard the front and back doors, and keep the lighting good."

Generally, in a tavern with a two-story structure, especially in a town the size of a post station, the second floor is often the guest room area, while the first floor is where guests are entertained for drinks, and the wine cellar is located underground.

"I should also consider whether to add a second floor to my bar." Bobo looked at the dusty tavern, climbed onto Damian's shoulders, and signaled the boy to start work: "Maybe it would be more convenient to provide accommodation. Make some money.”

"Better not, hiccup, otherwise Constantine might come to live in your shop, bring his boyfriend and girlfriend and a lot of demons, and then the bar Jim left you will become a **** for the demons. nest."

Albella on the side shook the wine bottle, smiled evilly and said horrible words.

"Oh, thank you, you are so funny." The orangutan rolled his eyes at her, rubbed the boy's head again, and urged Damian to leave quickly: "You are an unwelcome customer like Constantine. If you can be with me in the future, If I eat an onion ring in a pub, I lose."

Seeing that the relationship between Bobo and the witch was so delicate, Diana spread her hands wordlessly and turned to follow. Her leather sandals made a clicking sound as she went up the stairs.

Su Ming asked Hangzhou to install broadsword mines on the front and rear doors without door panels as an early warning mechanism. Then he shook his head and said to the beauty pageant champion:

"Did you ever drink at Forgotten Bar without paying for it?"

"No, it's mainly because the orangutans are jealous of me because I'm so beautiful."

The witch smiled, blinked her eyes, and swallowed. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that this could not be the real reason. In order to prevent Deathstroke from questioning, she changed the topic:

"There is no need to investigate the hall and kitchen for the time being. I want you to go to the underground wine cellar with me first. I seem to feel something special."

"Something special?" Su Ming asked Strangler to stretch out a tentacle and spread it against the floor into the wine cellar. He observed it: "It's really strange. Let's go down and have a look. Victor, watch what's behind us. Ah, if we are surrounded, just call out."

"Yeah! Leave it to me." Grandma Yang turned into a farm wolf repellent with a headlight. To put it bluntly, it is a large speaker system with infrared sensor. When a wild animal triggers the alarm, it will make a loud noise to scare away the jackals. , protect the flock.

When the witch passed by the bar, she picked up a wine bottle inside, but the bottle was empty, so she could only throw it away with regret.

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The strange thing the two were talking about was a well in the center of the underground wine cellar, covered with a huge metal plate.

In fact, it is not surprising that there is a well in the basement of the house. Many castles have them underground to prevent the water source from being cut off or poisoned when the enemy besieges the city.

In the pioneering era of the American West, some places such as barracks or warehouses also had basement wells, also for the purpose of preventing attacks by Indians or to fight fires.

But it would be strange to have a well underground in a bar, especially in a wine cellar.

As we all know, the best environment for storing European and American wine is constant temperature and dryness, and at the same time, it should be protected from light. It is definitely not a good idea to store wine too close to water sources.

Especially since it was covered with a huge metal plate weighing about thirty tons, it didn't look like it was in daily use.

What is more likely is that the well was originally here, and then someone sealed it up and built the tavern on top.

"Pubs are often places where people gather, especially men. In my hometown, this kind of place is called a place with strong yang energy, and it is believed that it can suppress some evil spirits. And this method of sealing the well, I've seen it in "The Ring," so..."

Walking down the stairs, Su Ming was still telling jokes with the witch.

And she pulled the wine bottle out of her mouth, made a "boo" sound, wiped her mouth, and said with the same smile:

"Ah, you're right. What I feel is a missing body with a very high energy level. If your hometown is an ancient eastern country, I remember that the thing in the well is called a ghost in your place?" To be continued