After a while, Charles woke up faintly.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to observe it vigilantly.

The human-shaped monster had disappeared, his position had also been changed, he was locked up, locked up in a cell that looked only ten square meters, with nothing but a thick iron door room in the distance.

Everything on him was taken away, his wallet, relics, and clothes were gone, and Charles was naked at this time.

Charles could also see blood oozing from where his prosthesis was connected to his body. It seemed that someone wanted to pull the prosthesis off when he was sleeping, but it failed.

Through this information, Charles quickly learned about his current situation and was caught by those strange creatures.

Although he didn't want to admit it, it was a good thing. The other party held him in custody and did not kill Charles, proving that the other party was communicable.

After figuring out some things, Charles stood up and asked in the empty room, "Is anyone there? What are your goals? Where is my crew?"

But there was no other sound in the room except Charles' breathing, and no one responded.

Charles walked towards the iron gate and looked outside through the gap in the iron fence. He found that there seemed to be a cell opposite.

Just as Charles was about to ask who was in the cell there, a deformed face blocked his vision and looked inside with his yellow cross pupil.

The prisoner's fence was too small, and Charles could not tell the specific appearance of this thing, but he felt that this guy was in the same group as the monster who disguised himself as a doctor.

"Maybe there is some misunderstanding between us. I have no malice in coming here. I want to talk to you." Charles explained to those eyes slowly.

"Bang!" An iron plate blocked Charles's vision. No matter what the other party was, it had no intention of talking to Charles.

Looking at the iron door that was not too thick in front of him, Charles lifted his prosthesis but put it down again. If he really wanted to go out, he would definitely be able to go out.

But now when the enemy is unknown, taking action rashly will only alert the enemy.

Charles sat down slowly against the wall, all he could do now was wait.

Six hours later, a window was opened under the iron door and was pushed in with a metal disc with a diameter of half a meter. It contained a pool of bloody things.

Charles didn't understand whether it was to give him food or something, but looking at the appearance of the thing, he would rather be hungry than eat it.

An hour later, another metal plate was sent in. This time it contained a dead fish. Judging from the brightness of the fish's eyes, the fish was very fresh and died not long after it was dead.

Charles judged that it was the monsters who saw that he had not eaten the previous one, so they changed him to a different food.

But from this detail, he learned more. Since the other party knew that they had no food, there must be surveillance in this cell.

Facing those dead fish, Charles remained motionless and soon delivered the next plate of things.

However, this time, when Charles saw what was on the plate, his heart suddenly trembled. There was half a human face, and the lungs connected to the trachea were below.

He rushed over and picked up the face. He knew this guy, who was the chef Frey's chef, and that was his crew.

Charles' anger continued to burn. Not only was his crew killed by them, but he also had to send it to him as the captain!!

Charles couldn't help but want to rush out and kill all the deformed monsters that were just outside the door at this time.

But he knew that he could not do this, and that doing so was just a stupid suicide. He had to learn to endure. Only by enduring and living can he find opportunities to rescue the remaining people and escape from this ghost place.

Charles gritted his teeth and picked up the dead fish next to him and bit it hard, staring at the door with hatred.

After Charles finished eating the fish, there was finally nothing strange to send in.

Soon, an arm like a mummy took away the plates. While they were closing the plates, Charles attempted to communicate with the creatures outside, but in vain, the other party still had no intention of talking.

The first day of being detained passed like this. After this day, Charles also noticed other details. His keen hearing allowed him to easily identify the duty time of monsters outside. They would change shifts every half day.

From this point of view, it can be seen that those monsters are very social creatures. But this is not good news. If these monsters live in groups, then God knows how many monsters there are outside the cell. It is harder to escape from this place than climbing to the sky.

But no matter how difficult it is, Charles has no intention of escaping.

When the next day he heard his footsteps quickly fading away, he picked up the fish bone that had been prepared beside him and bounced it quickly, and bounced directly into the cell opposite.

"Hey, I'm Charles, I heard a quick answer, who's locked up there?"

Soon there was a reaction in the cage. A translucent tentacle filled with green mucus, like a jellyfish, stretched out from the cell and looked towards Charles. It passed through a very wide distance and came to Charles' cell.

Charles looked at the tentacles in front of him, hesitated for a while, and then placed the prosthetic limb on it.

However, at the moment when the two came into contact, the tentacle split directly from the middle and turned into a big mouth full of transparent sharp teeth. He bit Charles' prosthesis and pulled it hard to the outside.

The tentacles were extremely powerful, almost the power of several adults, pulling Charles's entire body against the door.

The chains of the prosthetic limbs were activated instantly, and the translucent tentacles were cut. As the roar of beasts came from the cell opposite, the cut tentacles escaped desperately.

Charles looked at the tentacles that were still twisting in his hands, and felt thoughtful. This ghost place was not only imprisoning them.

Soon the deformed monsters on duty came back, and Charles did not dare to act rashly, he had to find an opportunity.

On the third day, the iron door was opened this time and no fish was sent. Several deformed monsters came in. Looking at them, Charles could clearly feel that theirs were the same as before.

Without looking carefully before, this time Charles finally saw the appearance of the creature who was imprisoning him.

The fish-like eyes had cross-yellow pupils, and the melted face had long soft lips that were twenty centimeters long. Their bodies were bloody and bloody, as if they were pulling their skin off and turning it back.

Although they look so scary, each of them is wearing a dirty leather robe.

"Who are you? What is your purpose?" Charles asked them cautiously.
Chapter completed!