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Chapter 1671 The Planner (Long Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets)
boom--

A loud roar came from outside the wooden window.

"Butler, the others have arrived too," the lean man said in a low voice, looking at the casually dressed man in front of him. "Won't they come and try to take the hostages from us?"

"What are you thinking?" The man in casual clothes sneered. "They came here and made such a commotion. Don't they think the Abnormal Association and the FBI can see them? They're outside, which is perfect for drawing our attention and attracting everyone's attention."

“Even if we can’t find the big shot, we can slip away from behind. While the people from the Anomaly Association and the FBI are all attracted here, we can find a way to sneak out of the city,” the lean man realized in an instant and chuckled softly, “Deacon, brilliant!”

“This is what you said,” the man in casual clothes glanced at the lean man and said in a low voice, “Our best plan is to find that big shot and have him find a way to get us out of here.”

"Yes, yes." The man in casual clothes nodded quickly.

The bespectacled man followed behind the two without saying a word.

The three of them quickly walked along the wooden corridor, slowly venturing deeper inside.

After walking through several rooms, the lean man finally couldn't help but say, "Butler, do you think we might have gone to the wrong place? Apart from the gunshots outside, there's not a sound in here. We haven't seen any important figures, not even a servant."

“Don’t rush,” the man in casual clothes said coldly, “Take another look inside.”

“Some old-fashioned families don’t like having too many servants,” the bespectacled man following behind said slowly. “They don’t like their wealth being coveted by too many people. The guards outside this manor are so tight, and there are even quite a few skilled men. The family living here must be an ancient one, absolutely powerful and influential.”

The lean man glanced at the man with glasses, but said nothing more.

“Go a little further ahead, this corridor looks like it leads to the master bedroom or some other important room,” the man in casual clothes said hoarsely.

The three continued along the corridor, opening every door along the way, but saw no one. Only the wooden walls and doors of the corridor faintly revealed faint patterns.

“Butler, don’t you think something’s a little strange?” The lean man carefully examined the patterns on the wall and spoke in a hoarse voice, “The patterns on this wall seem to be changing. I feel like someone is watching us.”

"It could be some extraordinary magic array, or some extraordinary item, or maybe a surveillance camera hidden in a corner," the man in casual clothes said somewhat speechlessly. "You're also a D-level superhuman, and you've explored anomalies more than once. What's there to be afraid of?"

The lean man choked on his words.

"Could we have entered some kind of dangerous anomaly?" the bespectacled man said in a low voice.

“It doesn’t seem like it,” the man in casual clothes picked up the bracelet and glanced at the signal on it. “The signal is not interfered with at all. We should still be in the real world.”

bang bang-

Just then, a soft knocking sound came from behind the wooden door beside them.

The three paused slightly. The man in casual clothes gave a wink, and the man with glasses immediately walked over and slowly opened the wooden door.

A pair of feet dangling in the air came into view.

The three of them looked up at the owner of those feet.

It was a figure hanging from the doorway by a bright red rope, his eyes wide open, staring down, as if he was unwilling to rest in peace even in death, wanting to watch over the visitors outside the door.

His feet landed on the door frame, and a slight breeze in the room made his body sway slowly. The slight sound just now seemed to be the sound of his feet kicking the door.

The fine wood grain in the room seemed to wriggle and spread towards the door.

“It’s Geslow from the East District,” the lean man said, his voice trembling as he looked at the figure hanging from the rafters. “I’ve seen him before. He should be outside drawing fire for us right now!”

“He’s a smart man too,” the man in casual clothes glanced at the room with its doors and windows tightly shut, and without hesitation reached out and closed the door. “He saw through our plans and even infiltrated here before us.”

"Is there something that can kill people in here?" The lean man looked at the expressionless man in casual clothes and said with a trembling voice, "I know how strong Geslow is. He's about the same as me. There wasn't even a trace of resistance on his body."

"Now that we've come this far, do you still think you have a chance to escape?" The man in casual clothes gave him a cold look. He turned his gaze and glanced at the deep corridor they had already traversed behind him.

Then he raised his gaze and looked at the closed, luxurious door that seemed to be the master bedroom or the main living room, not far ahead.

The door was engraved with various exquisite reliefs depicting wild beasts whose names I didn't know.

At this moment, these beasts seem to be crouching on the door, watching the visitors in the corridor.

The man in casual clothes reached to his waist and pulled out a short knife. "Our only chance now is to find the owner of this manor, take him hostage, and force out the strange killer in this manor."

The bespectacled man also pulled a short knife from his waist and turned to follow the man in casual clothes.

Seeing this, the lean man glanced at the door that had just closed, gritted his teeth, and followed the figure ahead.

Bang—bang—

Behind the door that had just closed, there was another soft knocking sound, as if the wind was blowing the corpse and knocking on the door from behind.

At that moment, the lean man suddenly remembered that there didn't seem to be a single open window in the room. So, where did the wind come from?
Bang—bang—

In the instant his thoughts began, soft clattering sounds echoed from both sides, and from front to back, throughout the long, narrow corridor.

The lean man subconsciously turned around and saw that the door to the empty room that they had opened earlier was now completely closed, and behind each small door came a faint, almost imperceptible knocking sound.

The ancient corridor seemed to have closed off at this moment, like a narrow and cramped pipe, waiting for the prey to slowly walk deeper into it.

A chilling atmosphere seemed to permeate the air, and a gentle breeze stirred in the seemingly enclosed corridor.

The clamor of battle outside seemed to be wiped away by an invisible force at this moment, suppressed by the slight wind, and no sound could be heard.

The casually dressed man walking ahead gripped his short knife tightly as he slowly approached the closed door.

His entire movement remained steady, with only the clenched blade trembling slightly.

But eventually, they arrived at the tightly closed door.

The man in casual clothes leaned against the side of the door, ready to attack, his gaze fixed on the man with glasses.

The bespectacled man slowly stepped forward, reached out, and pushed open the door.

A spacious reception room appeared before everyone's eyes. In the center of the reception room was a huge carpet, which seemed to be made of the fur of a tiger or other wild beast. On both sides of the carpet were five or six sofas of varying lengths, all covered with soft blankets.

On one side of the sofa is a fireplace with a roaring fire, surrounded by solid wood lacquerware, on which are placed various ornaments, exquisite porcelain, goldware, and marble statues.

There were also gemstone necklaces made of pure gold, casually placed on a small table next to the sofa.

Around these lacquerware items, the lower half of the entire reception room wall is made of stacked stones and painted with exquisite murals.

“Each of these things must be priceless.” At this moment, even the lean man had lost his fear, his eyes filled with a hint of greed as he looked at the decorations in the room. “If we can take just one of these things, we’ll be rich.”

"Is there no one here?" The man in casual clothes in front of him lowered his eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice.

His gaze swept forward, passing over the murals on the walls.

The mural seemed to be telling some kind of story.

The first mural at the entrance depicts a seemingly twisted and torn land, along with all sorts of indescribable monsters.

The second mural shows five blurry figures passing through the group of monsters.

In the third mural, the sky is covered with dense spots, which seem to represent stars. Five figures stand directly below the stars, surrounded by scattered light. They reach their hands towards the sky, as if trying to draw upon the power of this light.

In the fourth mural, only one of the five figures remained, but the earth returned to calm, and ravines appeared in the surrounding mountains.

The fifth mural is the newest of all the murals, and it seems to have been painted not long ago. It has only dense, indistinct lines and faint cracks that look like eyes. These cracks are vaguely drawn to form the shape of a 'door'.

The man in casual clothes stared blankly at the five murals. The moment he finished looking at them, he felt something surging and twisted explode in his mind, and his body seemed to be torn apart at that moment.

He saw something he shouldn't have seen; blood oozed from his body.

Just then, a sofa in front of them, which was facing away from the three people, trembled slightly, as if someone taking a nap had been awakened by the sudden disturbance.

A slender, pale hand emerged from behind the sofa, exuding a fatal attraction.

The man in casual clothes, whose body was on the verge of collapse, was pulled back by this slight sound, preventing him from breaking down.

"Hahaha, there really is a big shot here!" Upon seeing this, the lean man drew his short knife without hesitation and charged forward. "Little girl, don't even think about running away!"

He moved swiftly, rushing to the sofa and pointing his short knife at the figure inside, seemingly trying to quickly take the person on the sofa hostage.

But he didn't see the pretty woman behind the sofa, only a pale white hand and a bright red rope coiled inside the sofa.

Before he could react, the bright red rope shot upwards like a venomous snake, wrapped around his neck, and hoisted his entire body toward the roof.

On the rooftop, countless figures were hanging, their eyes wide with anger and terror as they stared ahead.

The lean man mingled among these figures, struggling violently, but soon he fell completely silent, his hands and feet hanging limply at his sides, his eyes wide open, staring ahead in terror and anger.

The bespectacled man beside him trembled as he looked at the figures hanging from the ceiling, his body instinctively taking a step back.

Just then, a slightly hoarse voice came from behind him, "I used to think that by worshipping monsters, I could avoid being hunted by them."

He turned around and saw the man in casual clothes covered in blood. "Boss?!"

He instinctively let out a trembling cry.

But the man in casual clothes was already standing behind him. He pushed him forward forcefully and then turned and ran towards the open door.

Before the bespectacled man could react, a bright red rope was lowered from the roof, wrapped around his neck, and he was hoisted up and hung from the roof beam.

His hands gripped the ropes, his face turning ashen, as he struggled desperately, watching the man in casual clothes run frantically toward the open door.

Soon, the man in casual clothes ran out the door.

The bespectacled man stared wide-eyed at everything.

The next instant, a red rope descended from the roof, crossed the open door, crossed the narrow corridor, and wrapped around the neck of the casually dressed man who had already run halfway down the corridor.

Watching this scene unfold, the bespectacled man's struggles gradually subsided, and finally, his hands fell limply to his sides, lifeless.

The man in casual clothes was also dragged back by the rope and hung next to the man with glasses, his hands hanging down, his eyes wide open, staring ahead in terror.

The world seemed to fall silent at that moment, and a gentle breeze seemed to blow in the void, causing all the suspended figures to sway slightly.

Gunfire erupted again outside the room, and then everything returned to normal.

boom--

With soft footsteps, a figure slowly walked out of the corridor, passed through the open door, and entered the spacious living room.

He was well-proportioned, with a stern face, dressed in a neat, fitted black tuxedo and a top hat, with a delicate, flawless porcelain doll perched on his shoulder.

The flames inside the fireplace were burning brightly, making a crackling sound like burning firewood even though there was no firewood.

The figure glanced at the figures hanging overhead and then at the paintings etched on the walls.

The gunfire outside the window gradually subsided, and everything inside the room seemed to be affected by something, quickly receding, disappearing, and vanishing.

The figure hanging on the roof beam disappeared as quickly as dust blown by the wind.

The warm firelight in the fireplace dimmed at that moment and eventually turned to ashes.

The vibrant murals faded from the walls, and the ancient wooden doors and windows exuded a musty smell; everything seemed to have returned to normal.

The ground was clean and tidy, and the house was quiet and bright.

When the unexpected guest arrived, the house tried to quickly cover everything up and return to normal.

The figure silently watched all of this, observing the house's almost instantaneous 'disappearance' and 'evasion'.

He raised his hand, took off his top hat, and bowed slightly in acknowledgment.

It's like a playwright standing on stage, thanking his audience after the play ends.