Chapter 40 Scared Buddy

Charlotte was lying on the ground with her head against the floor, her white cheeks covered with black ash, like a naughty kitten just playing out of the chimney.

In front of her was a broken wall with a huge gap in the wall. On the half of the wall that was leaning outwards were large blocks of bricks, cement and piled up into a continuous mountain of garbage, and a broken thick charred beam was pressed on it.

It was like a pile of debris that collapsed like a pillar of heaven and crushed a mountain range, covered with thick sand and dust.

When the female detective's face was close to the gap at the bottom of the pile of construction waste, she could feel an extremely unusual airflow, as cold as a blade scraping across her skin.

When Watson heard the shout and came over, he saw Charlotte crawling on a pile of waste like a lizard with her belly pressed to the ground.

He asked in confusion: "What clues did you find?"

Charlotte got up from the ground when she heard the voice and patted the dust on her windbreaker.

She pointed to the garbage mountain in front of her, "It's this pile of construction waste. Although it is also covered with thick sand and dust, I feel an unusual air flow coming out of it."

"Do you suspect there is a secret room underneath?"

Watson recalled last night, when the Shining Blade Cult's soldiers revealed the situation of the Shining Blade Cult under his touching guidance.

He remembered that the other party said that some mysterious behavior called the Ascension Ceremony was often held within the cult, but William McConnell and the ritualists always hid in a secret dark room to perform it - could it be that the place below was where the Ascension Ceremony was held?

Charlotte found a relatively intact wooden board, inserted the top under the construction waste, and then moved small stones to serve as fulcrums to make a simple lever.

She pressed the end of the board with great effort and shouted, "Watson, come and help me."

While the female detective pressed the board down to the waistline, Watson jumped up and sat on it like jumping on a seesaw. The moldy board was bent into an arc, and the waste of bricks and stones wrapped in cement the size of a head rolled down.

The two worked for a long time before they finally cleared the pile of garbage and revealed the gray-white wall that was deeply sunken in the mud.

Watson tried to knock it with his cane, and the echo was very muffled. There didn't seem to be a hole underneath.

He squatted down and put his palm on the surface of the wall. The rough touch was mixed with a trace of cold, like a metal object left outside in early winter to endure the cold all night.

He said:

"I felt a familiar chill, just like the feeling when I faced William McConaughey before."

The female detective tried to insert the almost broken wet and moldy board under the wall, and even shoveled several times... but failed.

She panted and threw the board down, angrily saying, "Watson, wait here, I'll ask the workers to come and dig!"

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The sky gradually darkened, in the ruins of a river bend.

A few torches lit up between the dark mountains of bricks and rubble.

The smoky fire swayed in the foul wind, reflecting the shadows of several busy hammers.

The orange light shone on the sweat-soaked and shiny muscles of the temporary workers, baking out a strong smell of male hormones.

The workers worked very hard, but not just for the generous rewards.

In the process of rotating the sledgehammer, they secretly bulged their muscles to highlight their distinct outlines and show their outstanding and majestic charm.

But from time to time, they would be distracted and quietly look up to peek at the tall and graceful figure standing in the shadow that the firelight could not illuminate.

However, this wall is really weird and hard!

It seemed to be embedded in the ground, and the edges were tightly connected to the ground, so there was no way to pry it from the side.

The workers were forced to use the most primitive old method - hard smashing.

Several people raised the big hammers high, secretly competing with others in silence, and exerted all their strength in the clanging sound.

I don’t know if the work during the day was too tiring, the workers suddenly felt that they were getting more and more tired and weaker as they smashed.

They were sweating profusely, and there were torches releasing light and heat... but they felt that their limbs were getting colder and colder, and even the sweat that just oozed out of their pores was cold.

But this hard wall finally reached its limit with the concerted efforts of the workers, and the cracks gradually spread... Then, under the heavy hammers of several people working together, the fine cracks spread like a spider web to the entire wall.

The hired workers were planning to clean up the debris, finish this inexplicable job, and then go to the beautiful and fashionable employer lady to get their pay, and then go to Old Henry's tavern to order a few glasses of strong whiskey to warm themselves up... and then find a girl with a nice butt and long legs to warm themselves up seriously.

Unexpectedly, the employer lady suddenly shouted at them:

"Okay, your work is done here, come and get your pay."

Although the hired workers were a little confused, there was still a little finishing work left, how could it be finished so quickly?

But seeing the money in the other party's hand, the hired workers immediately put all these insignificant doubts behind their minds... Is there anything more important than money?

With this money, I can go to Olympia/Robbie/Doherty tonight and have a good time! ! !

The hired workers happily left with the money they received from the employer lady's disabled follower.

When they all left, Watson asked:

"Are you afraid that they will be affected by the forbidden power?"

"Well." Charlotte explained: "I have seen from the information of the Anti-Suppression Bureau that most mortals have weak wills and poor resistance to mysterious influences. If they face things containing forbidden knowledge, they will be mentally polluted and their bodies will be deformed."

"But there are also some mortals who are naturally more resistant to forbidden things than ordinary people. Even if they face the influence of deformed creatures many times, they can still maintain mental stability."

"And you and I are this kind of people."

"Under this strange wall, there is a high possibility that there are forbidden things hidden... If they are allowed to dig the last time and expose the things inside, it is very likely to cause double pollution to their minds and bodies."

"It is better to leave the two of us to continue."

Watson nodded slightly, "I understand."

He raised the iron hammer that one of the hired workers had left with one arm, raised it high above his head, and smashed it down.

The wall made a crisp sound like ice breaking, and it completely broke into dozens of pieces, with a slight depression in the center.

The female detective and her assistant stopped at the same time, waiting silently, but nothing strange happened.

Watson took the initiative to move forward and used his cane to pry open the broken bricks, revealing a shallow pit underneath, and then a strange expression appeared on his face.

Charlotte approached with a torch, and saw that there was only a piece of smooth black metal with sharp edges buried under the shallow pit, on which a simple portrait was painted with some kind of gray oil - a funny mask-like smiling face.

The two fell into a speechless silence, and the breeze with a fishy smell blew slowly, and the sound of the wind fell into their ears as if it was mocking.

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Late at night, in a remote cemetery outside London.

The gravekeeper was sitting alone in the wooden house drinking wine, and his dog lying at his feet enjoying the warmth of the brazier suddenly stood up, his muscles tense as if stimulated by something, and roared manically towards the cemetery.

But its roar seemed a little lacking in confidence, and the volume gradually decreased as it roared, until in the end, there was only sobbing like crying.

"Buddy, what's wrong with you?"

The gravekeeper was already a little drunk, and he gently patted his dog's back to comfort him, but unexpectedly, Buddy suddenly let out a shrill howl and ran out of the door towards the wilderness.

Alcohol gave the gravekeeper courage, and he looked in a daze in the direction where Buddy had just roared, and saw a grave that he had filled with his own hands a few days ago, which was open in shock!

The wet soil was turned over, and the dark tomb was empty. The cold body was nowhere to be found, leaving only a newly carved cross tombstone lying on the side, with the name of the deceased written on it - Elkerson Cook!