The painter has no tools in his hand, so he cannot destroy the door of the archive, but he never stops, as if he doesn't stop until he smashes open the door. The roar of the deformed species has disappeared, as if nothing is chasing him, so why can't he get along with this door?

He jingled and knocked for a while, calmed down for a while, maybe he was tired, and then started knocking again.

This time he was knocking and shouting, and it was Miss Leng, which means he was calling me.

He knows I'm down there?

No matter how he knew, I decided to pretend to be dead to the end. If he opened the door, he might think of my relationship with this underground building.

We were both inside and outside the door, and it took us until late at night. Several other visitors visited us, and there were fierce fighting sounds coming from the top.

As they fought, they went down to the bottom of the well and saw Mr. Painter. From their brief conversation, I could hear that the few people who were coming down at this time were the guests on the second floor.

Once they hide in the well, the deformed species in the basement will stop chasing them, and they are temporarily safe to hide in the well.

When they found this, they had the intention to stop and chat. The painter said that he found that I was missing and wanted to call the police, but the hotel owner said that I left early and didn't have to bother the police.

But Mr. Painter firmly believed that I did not leave, and as for the reason, he refused to say it.

He said that during lunch, I did not mention leaving, and my interest in this wooden house was much greater than the surrounding scenery.

At that time, I did ask about building a wooden house and mentioned the basement. Mr. Painter did not doubt the hotel owner at first. He thought I was secretly visiting the basement and was trapped.

The hotel owner insisted that I had left again. He wanted to prove that I was not leaving, so he brought simple tools and wanted to find the basement to confirm.

He wandered around the house, so he naturally couldn't escape the eyes of the hotel owner. Seeing that he refused to give up, the hotel owner took the initiative to tell him where the entrance to the basement was. On the surface, he wanted to give up, but in fact he pushed him down while he was checking.

After Mr. Painter fell down, he thought about what the hotel owner said, and then he felt suspicious. My backpack and things were still in the room. If he checked out, the hotel owner would definitely go check it out. It was impossible for her to not see my things still in the room.

Since I haven't checked, why did I say I left?

This is a typical case of hindsight. He realized something was wrong and the person had been pushed down.

The two men and women who were also caught in the trap grabbed the key point in his words and asked him how he knew that my stuff was still in the room?

The room door was locked and he couldn't get in, so...

He consciously leaked his mouth and had to tell the truth. Our room was only separated by a wall, and there was a hole in the wall. I don’t know what it was when I installed it.

The hole was behind the bedside table. There was a telephone blocking it. He accidentally discovered it while using the phone. Through this small hole, he could see the desk in my room.

My backpack was placed on the desk. He saw through the hole that my backpack was still there, so he concluded that I had not left.

No wonder he refused to say this just now, and the two men and women immediately regarded him as a voyeurist.

He emphasized that he saw it by accident, and then changed the topic and asked how the two men and women got it.

This time it was their turn to hesitate. The painter said that the hotel owner was already suspicious of them. They were acting sneakily. Are they really doing something ulterior motive?

Two men and two women are not in the same team, but their purpose is the same, so it is still a competitive relationship. Seeing that they are hesitant and he refused to say much, he stopped asking questions. He said that no one can go out anyway, and it doesn't matter whether he knows the truth or not.

The two men and women saw the metal door underground and asked the painter where it was. The painter said he didn't know either. He thought I was hiding below. He had knocked for a long time but couldn't open the door. And no one responded to him. Now he was not sure if I was below.

The two men and women suggested that everyone work together to open the door. They knocked again, but there was no progress. The door of the archives was very solid.

The tools in their hands were not good, and the five people could not open the metal door together, so they had to stop and sit down to discuss how to get out.

They were not injured by the deformed species, and they were already very powerful enough to eat them. Both sides were considered to have a tie, but just a tie was not helpful for them to escape.

They planned to arrange for one person to climb upwards, open the exit of the basement, and others to restrain the deformity.

They planned and implemented it, and took less than ten minutes to retreat to the bottom of the well because there were more monsters outside.

There were only three or four people when the painter came down, and there were more than a dozen people when the two men and two women came down. When five of them climbed up, they found that the number of monsters on the top increased to more than 30.

So there should be more space in the hole on the wall. All I see is the part where I lie down next to the hole, and there are more monsters hidden inside.

When five people came down at a time, the monsters must have thought the time for dinner was up, so they all came out to gather around the well and waited for the meal.

The four people were obviously unrealistic to more than 30 monsters, and they didn't know if this was all monsters.

The upward road was not clear, and they began to think about going downward again.

Of course they knew they couldn't open the metal door of the archives. They wanted to do something on the well wall, tear off the stones that built the well and dig a way out.

It is probably the same as the tomb robber digging holes. The painter said that he would not dig holes. If he was asked to do it, he would bury himself alive.

The two men and women said that he would not need to do it, and that the work could be handed over to them.

After a few seconds of quietness, the painter asked them why they carried a shovel with them?

I guess they took out the shovel hidden on their bodies. Not only Mr. Painter, but anyone would find it strange. Who would carry a small folding shovel with him?

Even workers who can use this kind of tool will not carry it with them 24 hours a day, and they will still hide it in their clothes and tie it to their backs.

The two men and two women still refused to disclose more information, only saying that this is the guy they are eating, and it is normal to carry it with them.

They dug a few times and pried off the rocks that built the well wall, but after a while, they stuffed them back. I heard them say that the soil might be full of that kind of thing, and it would be better to let the monster eat them if they stayed with that thing.

Mr. Painter asked what it was?

Obviously he saw that thing, but couldn't understand what it was, it should be something beyond his perception.

The two men and two women hoped that he would not ask too much. He knew that too much would not be good for him, so the painter had to ask what to do next. After all, escaping was the most important thing, and he was not very interested in the identities of two men and two women.

The atmosphere fell silent again, and then a man's voice said that they might be able to use the things in the ground to deal with the monsters.

A woman said that doing this was crazy and absolutely impossible.

The painter didn't know what they were saying, and he interrupted it, thinking that they were already in a desperate situation and should try it even if there was a slight chance. No matter how bad it was, it would be like this.

The two men and women argued for a few words and finally decided to give it a try.

They dug out the things in the soil and threw them outside the well. The monsters surrounding the well immediately became messy.

I couldn't see the picture, I could only hear the sound. The monsters were fighting each other like crazy, and they clanged against the wall.

They were numerous and were completely different from the strength of several people. The basement was trembling with them and the hotel owner in the wooden house would definitely feel it.

It's not a matter of sound now, it's the whole house is shaking. This is the best time for Mr. Painter and his friends to escape. The hotel owner is likely to open the exit of the basement to check the situation.

What I thought of, they also thought of, they climbed to the wellhead and waited for the hotel owner to open the exit.

The hotel owner did feel the vibration from the ground and opened the exit, but it was different from what we thought. She opened the exit and closed it. She went down to the basement to personally soothe the restless monster.

It is understandable that those monsters did not hurt her. After all, she had fed these monsters for many years. The monsters may have been familiar with her smell and knew that she was feeding and would not hurt her.

But when I heard her comfort the monster, I seemed to call her mother, grandmother...

Who would call monsters grandmother?

I thought to myself, could it be true that I guessed it? These monsters are humans, or they were humans.

Anyway, after listening to the title of the hotel owner, her female elders are here.

Some of them are named by names, but I don’t know if they are relatives in her family.

Someone of the two men and women took action, but suddenly jumped out and killed the hotel owner.

The hotel owner had calmed the restless monster, and the monsters were in a bad mood again.

I guess they wanted the monster to shake the house down and collapse a way out.

But soon I heard the painter shouting, "She is alive."

It is not difficult to guess who he is talking about. It is probably the hotel owner who is so surprised.

When he came down, he saw a female corpse without arms. The female corpse stared at her eyes and her mouth could move. It was indeed quite scary, but it was just that, and it was impossible to jump up and run around.

The only one who surprised Mr. Painter was the hotel owner, who was killed in front of him, and now the dead are alive again, and he exclaimed incomprehensible.

I heard them shouting from the top that the hotel owner was indeed living, and the hotel owner had also mutated and was transforming into a monster.

Fortunately, the well is still safe. No matter how the monsters toss on it, they will not jump into the well.

The structure of the basement is particularly strong. When the hotel owner rebuilt this place, he must have considered that the person who was thrown down would not die on the spot and someone would try to escape, so she built a copper wall in the basement.

Most people do not carry tools to break the wall on their bodies. At most, people who fall down carry knives with them. Ordinary knives cannot cut open the walls of the basement. Even if they are chopped with an axe, they may not be able to cut them open.

There are only one in a thousand people carrying folding shovels like two men and two women, and they know how to use dangerous items in the soil to drive monsters crazy.
Chapter completed!