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All he knew was that the curator promised to send him away once he found the secret of the ghost face.
"No, I can't stay even one more day!"
After much hesitation, Martin decided that it was better to leave sooner rather than later.
Otherwise, who knows what might happen if we stay in this eerie funeral home for a few more days?
The ghostly face on the window last night almost scared him to death!
Of course, he did urinate.
That's right, he still didn't dare to go to the toilet, and instead chose to relieve himself in the house.
But today Bao Lebin said he was going to report Bao Lebin to the curator for urinating and defecating in the dormitory all the time, because he couldn't take it anymore.
So, it's time to reveal your special forces identity!
"Are you really going?"
Bao Lebin was a little embarrassed and said that he didn't mean to force Martin to leave, but it was really not allowed to urinate or defecate in the house. As long as Martin was willing to change his ways, he would not report him.
Martin shook his head, indicating that it had nothing to do with whether or not Bao Lebin had made the report.
The main issue is that we can't delay any longer.
Who can wait ten years for something like this?
Moreover, anyone with a brain should know that even if you work here for ten years, you will definitely be able to pass the level.
Chapter 357 An accident happens
I just hope my next roommate won't be so unreliable as to urinate or defecate anywhere in the dorm.
And Martin, as expected of a former special forces soldier from the Lighthouse, truly lives up to his reputation.
Tear off a piece of bed sheet and quickly make a simple yet sturdy backpack.
After a moment's hesitation, Martin stepped into the funeral home's kitchen.
Although he could leave the wilderness in less than a day at his pace, he still planned to bring some food to replenish his energy in case of any unforeseen circumstances.
I grabbed two large bottles of mineral water, a few hard-boiled eggs, and after thinking for a moment, I cracked six or seven more eggs and made a bottle of egg yolk. Finally, I took two chicken legs and a few very filling steamed buns.
"That's fine. After all, we've only worked for two days, it wouldn't be good to take too much."
"What's not good?"
A voice came from the kitchen doorway; it was the night watchman.
He watched expressionlessly as Martin, fully equipped and ready to go, gathered supplies.
"Uh, sorry, I've made up my mind. I can't stay here. I need to get out of here."
Seemingly expecting Martin to say this, the Night's Watchman nodded and did not stop him, instead giving him a key to the storeroom.
"Your technique sounds quite professional. I wish you good luck!"
"Thank you!"
After taking the keys, Martin immediately went to the long-abandoned warehouse.
Various tools were scattered inside:
The gray steel shovel, the sturdy nylon rope, and even a few old wooden crosses and some steel nails all looked even more menacing in the dim light.
Martin quickly grabbed the rope, wrapped it around his homemade backpack, and tucked the shovel into his lower back.
The rest of the tools were also taken, including the cross. Even if one still held a shred of superstition, it was better than waiting to die helplessly.
As for weapons, he chose an extremely sharp axe, which he tucked into his lower back, just like an iron shovel.
One to say one
Lighthouse Live Room:
Oh, look at our elite soldier Martin, he looks absolutely handsome!
[Who can argue with that? No one can deny it, darling.]
A tall and robust physique, paired with a homemade bed sheet backpack.
The shovel and axe crossed at his lower back, in particular, made Martin's masculine hormones surge.
[Putting aside whether he's handsome or not, I just want to know, if your Martin were to run into the Spider-Man that Jiang Xiao took down last night, what would his chances be?]
The live stream fell silent for a moment, and after a long while, someone hesitated and said something.
[Let's say it's a 30/70 split. Last night, Jiang Xiao suffered because he wasn't armed. How could a wooden sword possibly break through that monster's defenses?]
That makes sense, and our Martin is carrying two powerful weapons.
That's right, all Martin needs to do is find the right opportunity and slide in!
Martin: Can you guys stop dragging me into your bragging?
Your example is inaccurate. There are no "what ifs." I feel that monster wouldn't even appear during the day, right?
In the end, Martin left the funeral home without hesitation.
I gripped the backpack strap tightly and took a deep breath of fresh air.
Thirty kilometers was a piece of cake for him, a well-trained special forces soldier.
However, when he left the funeral home, the director's unfathomable gaze still left him with lingering fear.
Speed is of the essence in war, let's go!
Jiang Xiao finally returned to that eerie funeral home, feeling somewhat excited. If everything went smoothly, he might be able to clear the level today.
When I entered the director's office, the director was facing away from the window, gazing at the slowly rising sun. Hearing the door open, he calmly turned around, his expression remaining consistently indifferent.
“You’re back, Jiang Xiao.”
“Yes, curator. I caught the ghost face as you said, and it led me to the laboratory under the tombstone, where…”
Jiang Xiao recounted his experiences in the tomb last night, including the strange spider-man, without reservation.
The curator listened quietly to his narration, his brows not changing much, but a deep light flashed in his eyes.
"Your performance exceeded my expectations!" The curator stood up, put his hands behind his back, walked towards Jiang Xiao, and instead of giving him more praise, said earnestly, "However, knowing these things may not be a good thing."
Jiang Xiao's smile froze. He knew what this meant—the more secrets he knew, the harder it would be for him to leave this hellish place.
"So, you promised me last night."
Before he could finish speaking, the curator changed the subject.
"To be honest, you're probably going to be disappointed. We thought you could leave smoothly today, but reality is often disappointing. Our funeral home's communication link with the outside world has been cut off."
Seemingly worried that Jiang Xiao wouldn't believe him, the curator stood up and showed Jiang Xiao the old, cracked telephone line.
"As you know, nobody here can last ten years, so the phone hasn't been used for a long time and has fallen into disrepair, so many parts of it are worn out."
"So, you're saying I can't leave, right?" Jiang Xiao said coldly, feeling as if he had been tricked.
Seeing that the other party's attitude was not right, the curator immediately tried to appease them.
"No, not today. This thing can be fixed. I had the Night Watchman take care of it, but there are quite a few problems with the line, so I won't be able to rest easy for a while. Tomorrow, we'll be able to contact the outside world tomorrow!"
Tomorrow?
Jiang Xiao sighed. He should have brought the otherworldly phone he was going to give to the little pink-haired girl. Otherwise, there would have been so much trouble.
"Never mind, I'll just leave."
No more waiting.
Who knows what other unexpected problems might arise if we wait another day?
Just as I reached the entrance of the funeral home,
A ‘click’!
A thunderclap.
The originally sunny weather was instantly covered by dark clouds, and in less than a minute, large raindrops began to pour down.
"Holy crap, this is just awful!"
Even God is against me, how can I move forward?
"Hey bro, there's no rush. Go take a shower and relax. Bao Lebin will have dinner ready soon. We can eat and chat. They'll be very happy to hear about your battle with Spider-Man."
Fine, then I'll stay one more day.
After Jiang Xiao went to the washroom, the night watchman entered the curator's room with a cold face.
"how?"
The curator's expression was rather unpleasant.
"That's outrageous! Not only did they come back alive, they even killed that monster."
Even though he already knew the truth, he was still a little shocked when the curator told him about it.
"Killed him?" The Night's Watchman's lips twitched. "Is it possible that this kid was just bragging?"