Lod had a strange expression on his face. This sentence gave him a familiar feeling. He seemed to have heard it a lot in his previous life.
After a short moment of distraction, he encountered another problem. It was that strange factory. What was hidden inside that could make Nexia so nervous.
The source of this city's evil. Just the word this time made people feel it directly. It was definitely not something good.
Casanova Hotel, Wilbur Wattley, Limbo, what is the connection between these three?
And to rebuild a hotel with a completely identical structure underground, could it be that Wilbur was only trying to cover up the Limbo?
Intuition told him that it was not so simple!
The mysterious Wilbur Wattley must have other ulterior motives to build this underground hotel.
"You have to thank my daughter."
Lod sighed faintly and said, "If it was anyone else, they would have already died ten times by saying such riddles in front of me."
Constantine expressed his agreement. "That's right, the riddles are the most hateful. Gabriel used to be like this, but his wings were almost ripped off!"
"I didn't do it on purpose, father."
Nexia looked apologetic. Her sleeves were tightly gripped in her hands, and she lowered her head deeply. "But I really can't say more. Otherwise, everything will deviate from the right track."
"It's fine. I don't blame you."
Seeing the pitiful look on the girl's face, Lod could not bear to blame her. He reached out and rubbed the girl's blonde hair. He smiled and said, "It's just a layer of Limbo. It can't trap me, your father."
Although things were getting more and more complicated, it was not all bad news. At least now they knew that this was not a real Limbo. At least they did not need to break through the nine layers of hell.
The bad news was...
Even though it was just a layer of Limbo, the internal space was extremely huge. It was even like a maze, and there was also the threat of the weeping angel.
So to find a key in such a place, the difficulty was no less than finding a needle in a haystack.
Although there was a 'Prophet' who knew where the key was, she was restricted by the timeline and could not interfere too much with the current space-time, so they still had to rely on themselves.
This feeling was a pain in the ass.
It was like there was a guide next to them, but they just couldn't watch it and had to clear it on their own.
"Damn it!"
Constantine was indignant. "If I had known that there was something wrong with Wilbur, I would have caught him and interrogated him!"
"Wilbur. He is not dead."
Nexia said, "He is in that factory, so you still have a chance to see him. The premise is that we have to find the key."
"I swear to God that I will break off his arm and stuff it into his ass!" Constantine gnashed his teeth.
"Don't talk tough."
Lod shook his head and said, "Find a way to find the key first. The two of you, follow me closely. The Weeping Angel is probably nearby."
Up until now, the Weeping Angel that posed the greatest threat to them had yet to appear.
Who knew which dark corner this group of lonely assassins were hiding in, waiting to launch a fatal attack from the dark. To be cautious, the few of them absolutely could not separate, let alone relax their vigilance.
The underground Casanova Hotel was different from the hotel upstairs. The electric road here had not been cut off by the angels, and the lighting system was still running normally. Therefore, the entire hotel lobby looked bright and majestic, except for the lack of popularity.
The three of them slowly passed through the hall and walked to the stairs on the left side of the mural.
The structure of this place was indeed the opposite of the hotel upstairs. The stairs did not go up, but went deeper.
"The hotel upstairs has nine floors, and the one below should be the same, so the probability of the ninth floor appearing is the highest," Constantine analyzed.
"Let's go down and take a look first."
Lod walked at the front and asked Nexia to follow him closely.
Only his speed was here. He could react and escape the claws the moment the angel appeared, so the task of taking the lead could only be handed over to him.
The stairs of the Casanova Hotel were slightly different from the other hotels. It was a spiral extending down structure, and the positions of each floor were different, which dispelled the idea of Lod going directly to the ninth floor.
Standing at the edge of the stair railing, looking down from above, the spiral staircase structure seemed to have some kind of special magic, making people have an impulse to jump directly from above.
Fortunately, the impact was not big. Even ordinary people could overcome it, let alone Lod, Constantine, and the other two. They just focused slightly and dispelled the impulse in their hearts.
Thump, thump, thump.
The three people were silent all the way. They silently went down to the end of the spiral staircase and came to a corridor. The ground was covered with expensive Arabic red carpet. On both sides were tightly closed hotel doors. This was the second floor of the Cassano Hotel!
Lod secretly raised his vigilance. Spiritual Power's detection range extended to five meters around him. This was already the maximum limit. Then, he stepped on the red carpet with his left foot.
Pachi ---
When his foot landed, the feeling he felt was not the soft touch of the expensive blanket, but like stepping on a pool of water.
"Tsk, where did the water come from?"
Lod felt that something was wrong. He raised his foot on the blanket and looked down. However, his expression changed.
What seeped out of the blanket was not water, but bright red blood. The area where he landed was clearly imprinted with a footprint. After the bright red blood was squeezed out, the original color of the blanket was revealed.
It turned out that the blanket that was spread on this long corridor was not red in the first place, but this bright red color that only appeared after being soaked in an unknown amount of blood!
"As expected, it is evil."
Lod frowned and took a deep breath. He endured the discomfort in his heart and stepped on the blanket again, walking inside.
When Constantine saw this, he could only pinch his nose and follow them with an ashen face.
Nexia was sandwiched between the two of them and followed them silently. She did not choose to make a sound or make any unnecessary moves, just like an invisible person.
The structure of the hotel upstairs is back Constantine said.
"Yes. I got it."
Lod looked around and found that fresh blood was seeping out of the room. So, he walked to the first room on the right and broke the door lock with his hand. Then, he pushed the door open.
Creak ---
The wooden door was pushed open.
As expected, there were two male corpses that had just died.
There was a sharp weapon inserted in the chest and neck of the two male corpses. It was obviously a prop that took away their lives. Judging from the way they died and the environment, they should have lost control of their emotions and killed each other during the dispute.
But what was strange was that.
The two corpses seemed to have just died, and they were still flowing with blood.