We "conflict hearts" at a dining table, and communicated our names. It was not convenient to call them men and women all the time, but their names were quite interesting. I didn't remember the surnames too long. I just picked up easy-to-remember names. One of the women's team was Lily, the other was Lilith, the other was Joseph, and the other was Joseph.

It sounds like the four of them have made an appointment. The name is very Chinese. I feel like Damao, Ermao, Damao, Erya.

The one who spoke to stop us from leaving was Joseph. He was more fierce and loved to stare at Mr. Painter, and his tone was particularly tough.

The painter had no gun and was obviously not confident enough. He asked, "Why?"

Joseph took the sentence and said they had no other meaning, and since we had a common secret, they hoped we could do them a favor.

The four of them are both weapons and skilled, so what do you need to help the two of us?

We didn’t even use dismemberment. We thought we were unprofessional and only worked as a hard worker to bury the corpse. What other things are there that professionals like them cannot do and need us amateurs to do?

The painter also wanted to know and immediately asked, "What kind of help do we need?"

Joseph smiled. Although his name and Joseph were only one word different, his temperament was completely different. They were yin and yang. Joseph looked very gloomy, and Joseph was very sunny. He smiled three times when he spoke, and felt like a good-tempered person.

I don't know whether they are the same as each other. Anyway, their attitude towards Mr. Painter is like this now, and they may be singing a double act.

"You have seen that thing, it's very dangerous. We need to clean them up, and the four of us are too busy." Joseph said to the painter.

But the painter turned to look at me and asked for my opinion with his eyes. I spread my hands and said, "I haven't seen that thing, I don't know what you are talking about."

The thing that drove the monster crazy was mixed with the corpse. When they went to dismember the corpse, they should have put the thing together with the corpse. I had never opened the corpse bag, so I had never seen the thing they mentioned.

Mr. Painter explained: "It's... it's a metal ball, but there's some tissue on it. I don't know how to describe it. It seems that there are plants in the metal ball, well... and the roots of the plants grow, probably that's what it means."

"That thing is very dangerous. If it is exposed to a little longer, it will make people tend to have a violent tendency. If it is broken, it will be even more terrifying. Like those monsters, it will go crazy." Lilith continued to explain as a replacement for Mr. Painter.

The painter obviously felt a little uncomfortable when he heard this. He had contacted the thing in the well. Now he heard Lilith say that the thing can make people crazy, so he probably felt a little scared.

Lily then added: "It can drive all creatures crazy, whether they are humans or animals, so we also had a try-and-see mentality at that time. Sure enough, it is also effective for monsters. No matter how weird monsters are, they are still a kind of creature, and they are all changed by humans."

"But, but we were there at that time, aren't you afraid of affecting us?" said the painter slightly excited.

"Do you have a better way than that?" Lily asked him.

The painter stopped talking. They didn't know that I would turn back to save them. In that case, it was more likely that I would die before them.

In an emergency moment when there is no foreign aid and no escape exit, joining the monsters with all four of them is the unanimous choice of them. In other words, they will die if they fail, and they will die if they do nothing. Of course, they need to do something and strive for a glimmer of hope.

After hearing this, the painter had nothing to say. If he was the only one who was trapped, he would never have thought of using a metal ball to deal with the monster. He probably had to wait to die, just like the female corpse.

"Those things are buried underground and no one will dig them out, so why should we clean them?" Mr. Painter asked when he thought of another question.

"Because they are one way, the one we came here to look for is this road. I didn't expect it to be so dangerous and such a strange road. In any case, we can't give up the task. We won't let you help in vain, and we will be rewarded." Lilith said.

After Lilith said that, Lili added to her again. According to my understanding, they had to find a way underground, but the road was filled with metal balls, just like a sewer pipe was blocked, and they had to take out the blocked things before they could pass.

It’s just that metal balls are not vegetable roots, hair, leftovers, and it’s very dangerous to take them out and keep the road clear.

Since they couldn't get in touch for a long time, they thought of a way, and six people took turns to dig.

Each round is separated by a period of time, such as one hour, so that everyone can have time to rest without being affected by the metal ball.

Mr. Painter asked: "Is this time accurate? Have you verified it?"

Joseph nodded and said, "Don't worry."

I looked at his face and felt that they had never verified it. They answered so happily, just to make the painter feel at ease.

The painter indeed believed it, relaxed his expression, took a deep breath, and promised to help them.

His starting point is good. Those metal balls can be dug in the basement in the hotel. If someone else builds a house one day, it will definitely lead to a tragedy.

He is willing to help clean up the metal balls and eliminate hidden dangers. Although he thinks that this matter should be left to the relevant departments, Lily and the others have a "task". They have to find somewhere along the path filled with the metal balls, and this thing cannot be left to others.

If others dig along the track of the metal ball, they will dig to where they are looking for!

Mr. Painter's little opinion was not dared to mention in front of four gunmen.

He secretly told me privately, just complaining that this unlucky incident caused him to catch up.

He came to collect folk songs and was on vacation, just to be alone. Now he is not only not calm down, but his mood is in a mess.

To dig metal balls, Joseph bought all of them when he went out to shop, and there were gloves and bamboo baskets. Cotton was laid in the basket, so the metal balls would not break if placed in.

Judging from the equipment, we were more like digging potatoes. The hotel gate had a sign that was suspended for business. The gate was locked from the outside and the back door was also locked.

The curtains in all rooms were pulled up, and the six of us brought our equipment and all entered the basement.

Five people were on the well, one person went down the well to dig, and the basket was filled with a rope and pulled it up.

Joseph also bought a lot of sealed bags. He said that as long as the metal ball is put into the sealed bag and sealed tightly, there will be no problem. As long as the metal ball is not broken, it is enough.

The first one to go down was Joseph, who wore the plastic gloves he used to wash dishes, and climbed into the well with a small shovel and a basket.

At the place they dug out before, remove the stone again, and carefully dig out the metal balls.
Chapter completed!