With a thud, Feuerbach and Charles came out of the water.

The environment here is no different from the one in the water just now. It is all a spacious corridor, and there are digital iron doors on the right side.

However, compared with those in the water, the houses here are generally slanted, as if they were caused by the sunken islands.

Charles noticed that something different from other floors was built diagonally opposite him, where the digital door should have been placed.

He was very sure that was the lounge. Although the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with dust, he could still recognize the coffee machine and the self-service beverage machine. In addition to the row of sofas next to it, everything was self-evident.

Feuerbach next to him sucked in the air with his nose. "The captain can take it down, and he should be able to breathe here."

As soon as Charles opened his head hood, a strong and musty smell poured into his nose. This smell was really unspeakable. It felt like the place had been sealed for hundreds of years.

Charles rubbed his nose and walked towards the rest room.

When he came inside, he saw more special details. He placed five disposable cups on the wooden table on the sofa, with a thick layer of black dirt inside.

There were three dusty books on the sofa next to the cup.

It can be seen that there were five people here who sat here for casual chat. But at that moment, they disappeared at the same time, leaving only five coffee cups to prove their existence.

"Is it related to that disaster again?" Charles secretly guessed in his heart.

He had been staying in this sunken island for a while, and he had not seen any human corpses except the strange fish.

This is undoubtedly very confusing. Even if the meat is eaten by other things, bones should be left behind.

Charles thought about picking up the big book on the sofa.

Just when he wanted to see what book these foundation members were reading, he found that he was wrong. It was not a book, it was a thick black tablet, but under the cover of dust, he mistakenly thought it was a book.

"Wait! Isn't this the doctor's thing??" Charles looked in surprise. The things in his hand were exactly the same as the doctor's thing, but they were updated and more complete.

"There are three tablets here. If I take it back, maybe the doctor can fix his ancestor's tablet to make up for his only regret."

After looking around, Charles took the plastic bag that hit the disposable cup next to him and quickly put the three flatbeds in.

Just as Charles stuffed his leather jacket, he was a little troubled. His leather jacket could not fit such a big thing at all, and even if he stuffed it in, he would be crushed.

After looking around, he immediately had an idea. He walked to the water hole and pulled up a red shark swimming below.

Just as it opened its mouth and was about to bite, Charles stepped on the shark's jaw with his feet and stuffed the thing into its stomach.

Of course, the shark would not cooperate and struggled desperately. Liya kept sliding on Charles' prosthetic limb and sparks were rippling.

Fortunately, his hands were made of steel prosthetics. If it were made of flesh and blood, it would definitely be bitten by a shark.

After being completely stuffed in, Charles let go of the shark. The shark cracked the triple sharp teeth, bit Charles hard, and rolled into the sea.

Regardless of whether the other party listened or not, Charles said to the shark that swallowed the tablet: "Honesty for a while, and I will help you take it out at sea."

Charles felt a little strange while comforting the shark. Feuerbach cherished his shark so much. I did it like this, why didn't this guy move?

When Charles turned around, he could no longer find Feuerbach.

Charles was not panicked at all. He stepped on the wall with one foot, stepped on the wall with his boots, quickly walked to the roof, took out the revolver in his hand and hung it upside down on the ceiling.

"Second Palm!! Where are you?" Charles' voice echoed in the corridor.

"Captain, I'm here! Come and see, Room 7 is here." Feuerbach's voice came from a very far away.

Charles was unmoved, "You come back first, your sharks suddenly died two."

"What!!" Feuerbach rushed back from the darkness in the distance with an anxious look on his face.

But when he rushed to the water, he found that his shark was still fine.

"Click" a barrel pointed directly at the back of his head.

Charles' voice came from behind him. "What were you doing when we first met alone?"

"Captain, what's wrong with you? I was scraping barnacles for the turtle at that time." Feuerbach replied.

After hearing the correct answer, Charles breathed a sigh of relief. "This place is very dangerous, I'm running around for nothing. I'm really afraid you'll be replaced by something else."

Feuerbach said with a hint of excitement on his face: "Captain, come with me quickly. I have found door 7, right in front."

Charles quickly followed and saw the so-called Gate No. 7.

What was unexpected was that the door seemed to be locked, but it was just a false cover, as if the door could be opened with just a slight pull.

"Did you drive it?"

"No, I was just about to open the door, and I was stopped by you."

Looking at the huge 7 on the door, Charles reached out and touched the door.

But when he was about to open it, his hand suddenly stopped. He raised his head and slowly looked up at the top of the door.

At the highest point of this door, a faint red light flashed slightly, as if it was the eyes of the man-eating Cyclops.

Charles, who had a very ugly face, raised his protruding limb and clenched his fist with one hand, and smashed it hard on the door.

"This is not Gate No. 7! This is Gate No. 3. We released it and this thing has entangled us!"

"How could it be..." Feuerbach took a step back with surprise.

Charles looked at the red highlight coldly, "I have found you."

The highlight slowly disappeared, and the numbers on the door in front of him had quietly turned into door 15 at some point.

Charles, who was frowning, took a few steps back and looked at the doors around him. There must be one in it, door 7, but door 3 is now staring at him, interfering with his judgment.

Through the two encounters just now, Charles has some understanding of Gate No. 3.

This thing cannot be attacked, it can only try every means to replace it with other doors and induce others to open it.

Since it is opened, there must be nothing good inside.

And it seems to have some confusion effect and some judgment.
Chapter completed!