Earth Exam [Unlimited]

Just as Jian Qiao finished processing the poor painting, she heard a heart-piercing scream from outside the door.

That voice broke through the tones that normal boys can make, and it was so sharp that it deformed.

He opened the door, and there was a boy sitting slumped on the stairs not far away, looking at the room next to him with a terrified face, obviously frightened.There were big puddles of reddish-brown and blackish unidentified liquid on the ground, which was about to seep into the door of his room.

The No. 39 door next to him was wide open, and the strong smell of blood came from inside.

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At this time, the whole manor was so quiet that he didn't see anyone except the screaming boy.

"Crack——"

Jane quietly stepped on the pool of dry blood. Even though the ground was covered with a thick carpet, it made a crisp sound like broken dead leaves.

"It's so early in the morning, what's the noise—"

The door to Jian Qiao's left side was opened unexpectedly, and a sleepy-eyed boy came out, yawned, facing the large bloodstains in front of him, and his unfinished words stuck in his throat.

Although the outside of the manor was pitch black, the interior walls were gray and white. The blood stains not only stained the dark red carpet brown, but also the walls were horrific.There are even not too obvious finger marks on the wooden door.

A whole murder scene.

Jian quietly walked forward a few more steps, and the tragic situation in room 39 was completely presented in front of his eyes.

The structure of Li 39 is no different from the house he lived in, but the walls of the house, which was barely clean, were splattered with blood everywhere. The window facing the door was open, and the hem of the curtain seemed to be scratched by some sharp object. It looked old, tattered, the quilt on the bed was messy, and there was a large pool of blood in the middle of the bed, slowly flowing down the bed sheet, making a "tick" sound.Even the ceiling was covered in brown marks.

There were two obvious dragging bloodstains on the ground from the bedside to the door, like the demonstration of that unknown dangerous creature.

Bloody and brutal.

When Jane checked the scene quietly, the boy at the stairway had already stood up slowly while holding on to the railing.

His legs were shaking all the time, and his face was pale, making one suspect that he would faint in the next second.

At this time, the two boys from rooms 65 and 78 came out. Seeing this tragic situation, they all vomited wildly while grabbing the railing.

There were four of the five people left, and the one who died was the boy who ate the steak yesterday.

"Oh, how can you let the distinguished guests see this kind of scene, how rude!"

Unexpectedly, a voice suddenly came from the bottom of the stairs. Several people looked back, and it happened to be the weird and eccentric Earl Claire from yesterday.

He was wearing a pitch-black dress with gold decorations, and a bright smile on his blue-gray face: "Hurry up and clean up the stairs."

Following his words, several maids appeared from nowhere, and the leading maid was the one who took them upstairs yesterday. Each of them was carrying a big bucket of muddy water, and they just poured it on the stairs. On the stairs, the feet of the boy who had just stood up tremblingly on the stairs were splashed, and a strange rancid smell spread.

The sewage smeared the dried blood on the carpet, and dripped down along the handrail of the stairs. The dripping sewage was all red, and accumulated into pools of flowing red puddles on the floor of the living room on the first floor.

No one saw where they came from, they were as silent as ghosts.

After splashing the water, the maids started to wipe the floor on their knees on the steps of the stairs with a huge colorless rag in their hands. The sound of the cloth rubbing against each other was creepy.

After being wiped like this, the dark red carpet on the stairs became darker in color, as if the carpet of this color was piled up layer by layer of blood.

Jian Qiao and three other people stood in the corridor on the second floor, surrounded by the maid who was quietly cleaning the carpet. Their movements were stiff and uniform, like marionettes.

After the carpet was wiped, the dark red became deeper, and the maids retreated mechanically, and there were only four of them left in the manor, plus Earl Claire.

Silence as death.

"My friends——" Earl Claire broke the silence first, and he greeted warmly, "Come and visit my manor with me today. I think everything here will satisfy you."

He smiled politely at the bottom of the stairs: "Would you like breakfast?"

The four people on the stairs shook their heads together.

After seeing such a bloody scene just now, who can eat it?

Earl Clare lowered his head and smiled inexplicably, beckoning them to come down the stairs, and then pushed open the gate of the castle.

All the scenes came alive in an instant, and the dead silence was broken by a corner. It was like a thin and light painting hanging on the wall suddenly became colorful, with light, shadow and sound, changing from illusion to reality.

It was about seven or eight o'clock in the morning, and the slaves in the manor had been working for a long time. Earl Clare led them around on the narrow ridges of the field.

The distance from these slaves is very close, and they can clearly see that they are frighteningly thin, and under the clothes that are too tattered to cover their bodies, there are clearly visible ribs. The joints of their hands are thick and deformed. Whether they are old people, children or young adults, they are all bent Backs, limbs rigid and rigid, as if something had weighed them down.

Earl Clare waved his arms in front of him unconsciously, as if giving a passionate speech: "Although my manor is not the best manor in the Kingdom of Cortis, my knights are the best in the whole kingdom! They are more fearless than warriors, more loyal than warriors, and they not only possess these beautiful qualities, but also have the spirit of chivalry..."

For some reason, Jian Qiao suddenly remembered the unlucky guy in that painting.

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Under the leadership of Earl Claire, they walked farther and farther, and there were fewer and fewer slaves working around them. They passed rows of dilapidated buildings that could not be called houses but rotten wooden sheds. After the place, you can see a huge black stone barn painted in the same color as the castle, with an equally huge lock hanging on the barn door.

"See? All my food and armor are here. This lock was made by the best craftsmen in Cortez. It is said that it was passed from the mysterious and far east. Unless you use a key, there is no lock. People, and no weapon can open it. Violence cannot, and neither can wisdom." Earl Clare is like a proud gamecock, "It has been passed down from my great-great-great-grandfather to the present, and the warehouse locked by this lock has never been locked. It has been stolen, even if the famous wise men of our kingdom pondered hard before this lock for three days and three nights, they still could not unlock its secret."

So he brought them here to visit, believing that no one could covet his treasure house.

The heart of showing off is obvious.

"Lord Earl Claire." A man in charge chased after him from behind, "I need you to deal with something urgent."

He handed Earl Clare a letter on parchment, which was sprayed with strong perfume, which made it choking even from a distance.

Earl Claire's smile gradually froze, and then he frowned: "Dear guests, I have something urgent and need to leave early. You may wish to visit my manor today, and ask Bauer to take care of you if you have anything to do. In tomorrow's harvest At the ceremony, I will give you a grand banquet."

As soon as the words fell, he hurried away.

The four people including Jian Qiao looked at each other in blank dismay.

At this time, the place where they were standing was deserted, only a tall stone warehouse stood here.

A lock that occupies one-fifth of the size of the entire door hangs alone above it.

The lock that Earl Clare showed off looked very, very familiar.

An upgraded version of the nine-chain Garuban lock.

Well, from the mysterious far east.