Quickly throwing away the irrelevant things in your mind, Charles asked to Oderick, "Have you found something to be detected? What's there?"

"This building has a large scope and is a circular building, but because it is blocked by glass, I can't find out what is behind the window."

"Room?" Charles squinted his eyes and looked at the huge building in the distance.

Other places are abandoned, and this building is so brand new that he would not believe it if there are no clues inside.

Charles turned around and looked at his crew. This was a very dangerous task. It was impossible for this group of people to go together, as that would only bring a lot of burden.

At least the vulnerable sailors will only die, and their mission of transporting supplies has been achieved.

Soon he decided the candidates to enter, himself, Lily and Mouse, Bandage, Linda, Dipp, and Tuba.

Others have their own reasons for entering. As for the old madman Tuba, they are looking for the possibility of voice creatures communicating.

Moreover, this guy is a bit ridiculous and may come in handy at critical moments.

Facing the round and bright white building in the distance, Charles crawled forward with the selected crew. Everyone was careful, afraid of any sound.

Soon five people and a bunch of mice arrived at the entrance of the huge building.

As the distance approached, the huge building became clearer in front of Charles.

I have to say that the more Charles looked at it, the more he felt that the family looked a bit like a museum, and even the steps in front were so similar.

Pushing open the black glass spiral, Charles and others walked into the building.

As soon as I entered the door, there was a well-connected hall. The tiles on the floor were spotless, and the clear reflection of the solemnity on Charles and others' faces.

"We search from the left first. If we can avoid causing movement, try not to cause movement. We don't know what else is there in this place besides the murderous music."

At least those murderous music cannot clean up the building spotlessly, there must be something else in the building.

Everyone nodded together, carefully moving forward along the corner of the wall.

Not far down the empty corridor, the first thick door appeared in front of them.

There was an electronic lock at the door, and Linda's corrosive gastric juice came in handy at this moment.

Inside the door were various suites, with various machinery inside, and various rooms were arranged one by one. Behind the most vigilant glass window, Charles saw a black mummy with a peanut head.

Charles didn't know if it was a living relic or a test subject from the foundation, but it was certainly not what he was looking for.

Everyone quickly retreated and continued to search for the next house.

Next to the peanut head was another door, and the decoration inside was almost the same as the one next door, except that the innermost cell was broken like a caesarean section, and the two glass jars were displayed in front of them in a noble manner.

One of them has been broken, and there is a skeleton left in the other. It seems that the things that are being held here have long broken through the foundation's blockade.

Just as Charles turned around and was about to leave, the skull's skull suddenly attracted his attention. It was not an ordinary human, with pointed fangs on his upper and lower jaws.

He leaned against the glass and looked at the lower end of the fangs. Soon he noticed the slender straw in the sharp fangs.

"Mr. Charles, like Mr. Audrek, this gentleman also has blood-sucking fangs." Lily, who stood on her shoulder, exclaimed.

Charles ignored Lily's shouting and began to look for something around the jar. He soon saw the name of the skeleton at the bottom of the jar.

"O-Iron-granular juvenile cell anemia type 3 porphyria: Hades."

Charles turned his eyes to the broken can on the other side.

"O-Iron Granular Porphyria Patient with Porphyria Type 3: Lilith."

"Is Porphyria..." Charles muttered to himself, touching his fangs. He suddenly seemed to understand where the patients here were.

"What did Alderick say before? Her mistress was invited to the ground by an existence? It seems that in order not to lose face in front of his younger generation, this mistress slightly beautified the process..."

At this moment, Charles saw the crew members around him looking at him motionlessly, as if wondering what he was doing.

"This place is probably a cell for holding living creatures. When we encounter a room like this, we can just skim it," Charles said, and took the others out.

One door after another came in and out, and Charles took them to explore quickly in this maze-like building.

The buildings here seem to be dedicated to human-like things. Some of the "things" inside are empty, some are still there, and some are dead.

After walking in this building for half an hour, Charles took their friends to the front of a house.

With a "click", the door was opened, and what appeared in front of him made Charles' pupils shrink, and various precision mechanical equipment filled the spacious space.

Charles was not surprised by these things. He was surprised by the right side of this laboratory-like room, where there were no walls and a row of floor-to-ceiling windows.

Through the transparent glass, Charles saw a circular square the size of four football fields, which was the center of the building.

A huge colorful tree stands in the middle of the square.

It was a towering tree that was hundreds of meters tall with twisted tumors of all sizes growing on the studs.

Slowly approaching the window, with excellent hearing, Charles could hear the tiny sound of mosquitoes outside the window.

Even if you can't see it, Charles could tell that the murderous string music was outside, circling around the huge tree trunk.

Charles didn't know what the tree had to do with those murderous music, but no matter what the relationship was, he didn't want to provoke these invisible and intangible enemies.

He slowly retreated back and lowered his voice and said, "Look for it! Hurry up, you can't stay here for too long."

The mice began to run around the room, and the crew members rummaged around here, and they tried to make any noise as much as possible.

Soon some paper was sent to Charles, but it was all kinds of records that he couldn't understand. There was no such thing as he was looking for.

As time passed by little by little, everyone's forehead began to sweat. They had to close their eyes every time, beware of any strange sounds that suddenly came.

This feeling of dancing on the tip of a knife is really tormenting.

But the things outside didn't notice Charles and the others, and all kinds of messy melodies were always there where it should be.
Chapter completed!