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The other party didn't speak, and there were three more knocks on the door, making Lecturer Foulun tremble and uneasy again.
He was even more afraid to open the door.
When he wanted to call out, someone outside said: "Lecturer Foulun, it's me, open the door."
Is this voice Mr. Hastur?
Lecturer Foulun's tense spirit relaxed, he took two rough breaths and hurriedly opened the door.
Outside the door, besides Mr. Hastur, there was another person, a man with a pale face and cold eyes.
"Mr. Hastur, you are finally here!"
Lecturer Foulun was about to cry with joy. Being here alone was simply torture.
"Waiting for a friend, so I came a little late."
"Ahem, everything happens for a reason."
Maric looked away in embarrassment. He came two hours later than the expected rendezvous time.
"Come in first and we'll talk after we close the door."
Lecturer Foulun stepped aside and waited for Hastur and Maric to come in before closing and locking the door.
Hasta sat on the edge of the bed and said solemnly: "I have obtained the basic information from the police. I would like to know if Professor Wayne has mentioned anything to you in advance?"
"Five days ago, when my teacher and I were discussing the law at home, he once said that he wanted to come to the Sunrise Almshouse to take a look and see if everything here was developing in a good direction under the leadership of Vice President Bard. .”
"Only in this way?"
Hastur frowned slightly.
"The teacher is a very decisive person. The next day, he came here alone. He even wrote me a letter that night."
"Here's the letter, show it to me."
"Here I was carrying it with me and not telling anyone else."
Lecturer Foren carefully took out a piece of letter paper folded into a small square from his jacket pocket.
Hasta took it and spread out the letter. Maric came over and started reading.
"Follen, my good student, I am now writing to you in the room of the Sunrise Workhouse, by the dim light.
A lot has changed here. Vice Dean Bard, who was successfully elected as the dean, is very good to the children here. Both the food and clothing are much better than before.
My arrival was warmly welcomed by Dean Bard, who took me to visit many places. Everything seemed to be developing in a good direction.
But I felt deeply uneasy. It was too quiet here. The natural and innocent smiles on the children's faces gradually lost their natural and innocent smiles. The look in their eyes made me feel scared.
The eyes were so calm and indifferent, as if they could see through everything, and as if there was another mature soul inside the body. In short, those eyes should not be the eyes of a child!
I began to realize that there might be something weird here, and I also thought about pretending that nothing happened and leaving as soon as daybreak.
Folan, my good student, but you should know my character, I will not leave easily, even if it may require fighting.
Well, what I'm saying is that if, if the situation changes, you should ask Hastur for help. He should know how to solve the problem. "
Hastur finished reading it and re-read it twice to avoid missing any important content.
The anomaly mentioned by Professor Wayne in the letter had already been speculated by Hastur last time, but this time it was only confirmed.
What puzzles Hasta more is that Vice Dean Bard, who should now be called Dean Bard, seems to have no problem with his performance.
Even this time when Professor Wayne disappeared, he was the one who reported it to the police.
"Tsk, this teacher of yours is really reckless. The weirdness that can affect an entire workhouse. How can he, an old professor who studies knowledge, possibly solve it?"
Hasta deeply believed what Maric said. If it were him, he would never let things develop to this point.
If you know something is weird, of course you should leave here first and then find a solution instead of directly disappearing yourself.
Professor Wayne is definitely a master at committing suicide!
Hasta put away other thoughts and asked, "You stayed here last night. Did you hear any bells ringing at night?"
"Yes!" Lecturer Foulun looked shocked and hurriedly lowered his voice: "It's still about that time!"
"Didn't you take a sneak peek?"
"No, I don't dare to take risks casually."
Lecturer Foulun shook his head and sighed. He didn't dare to fall asleep last night, especially after hearing the sound of the bell.
"Jingle bell?"
Maric became interested, and Hasta asked Lecturer Foulen to explain it to him. He took out his pocket watch and checked the time.
It's still relatively early now, 8:43, which is still a long time before the bell sounds.
Perhaps we can no longer sit here and wait, but should take the initiative to investigate.
If Professor Wayne was simply imprisoned, where would he be?
In two days, the police should have searched the entire workhouse several times, but still found nothing.
Secret passages?
Dahn Institute
In the secret passage where the elder died?
Hastur thought carefully for a long time and finally made a decision.
"I may know where Professor Wayne is. Let's go out now."
"It's getting so late now?" Lecturer Foulun was frightened by Hasta's sudden decision.
"Well, it's hard to catch the ghosts hiding in the dark in broad daylight. They only come out at night."
"Do I need to call Dean Bard and the others?"
"No, just the three of us."
……
Facing the strange clock tower, Maric noticed this problem immediately and his expression became more serious.
"You can ask your good friend to help you."
"No problem, they have been waiting for a long time."
Hastur had a brief conversation with Maric, and Maric left for a while, then returned with four zombies.
Before entering the workhouse, Hastur asked Maric to place his zombie squad nearby.
There are dense forests all around, so it is very easy to hide a few zombies without being discovered.
This is also the reason why Hastur did not want to alert the police and Dean Bud.
Now that we have zombies, let them lead the way.
Lecturers Hasta and Foren followed behind, each holding a kerosene lamp.
The zombies opened the door of the basement, and a group of people entered the basement under the dim light. Then they asked the zombies to close the door of the basement and let another zombie guard there to prevent outsiders from coming in.
The twelve detention cells here have been cleaned out and no one is being held inside.
The group soon arrived at the lounge in the middle, which was the house where the secret passage was discovered.
The secret passage, which was originally well hidden, was blasted open by the police using gunpowder, revealing a small passage inside. The end of the passage was blocked, and Dean Daen died here holding a box of gold coins.
"There is no road here, why is the teacher here?" Lecturer Folen raised his doubts.
Hasta walked up to a wall with a kerosene lamp in hand. The dim light illuminated the dark stone wall. After observing for a while, he said, "Don't you think this secret passage is too short?
There is no point in building such a short secret passage, except to hide a few people."
"There is a secret room inside the secret passage!"
Lecturer Foren's breathing suddenly became rapid. This exciting plot from an adventure story was happening right in front of him. Was he also a protagonist in the adventure story?
"It's a very reasonable guess that the secret passage is connected to the secret room."
"Let me try."
Hastur made way, and Maric looked back and forth several times, and asked his zombies to knock on the surrounding walls, as if sensing something.
"Something's wrong here."
After several attempts, Maric finally found a relatively strange place.
The stone walls here are very cold, much colder than the surrounding stone walls.
Ordinary people cannot perceive this temperature difference, but he can.
“Can you break it open?”
"You should be stronger than me now, right?"
Maric turned and looked at Hastur, motioning him to try.
The zombies are quite powerful, but Hastur, who is in the barbarian sequence, is even stronger.
"There are no suitable weapons here."
Without a suitable weapon, Hastur didn't want to use his fists to hit a stone wall.
Maric had no choice but to let his zombies work harder. He picked up the rocks that were blown off the ground and threw them at the stone wall.
咣 咣 咣!
After hitting it dozens of times, a hole the size of a head was smashed into the stone wall.
A disgusting, fetid smell wafted out from the dark cave.
This is the smell of a severely decomposed corpse!
Maric was most familiar with this smell, so he quickly ordered the zombies to take the lead and asked Hastur and Lecturer Foren to retreat to the safe area at the back.
Lecturer Follen exclaimed: "There really is a secret room! Mr. Hastur, it's a pity that you don't become a detective."
"It's just a very reasonable guess."
Hastur would not claim to have gotten a glimpse of the fates involved before arriving at the workhouse.
The place where fate showed up was a stone wall, right here.