The police did not have a large-scale operation, which means at least their actions tonight would not be affected.

"Lerson, which castle tonight?" Parker asked.

Lesson has already chosen the order and said, "Start with this Rose Castle, then Ryan Castle..."

The order of the five castles is clearly stated.

After arriving at around 1 a.m., they left the hotel and drove to the vicinity of Rose Castle.

Rose Castle is a castle for tourists to view. It is well protected and has roses blooming around it. However, only during the specific ten days of each month will Rose Castle be open to the public together with other castles for tourists to view.

These days are not the day when the castle is open to welcome tourists, so Rose Castle is almost blocked, the gate is closed, and a warning belt is also set up at the entrance of the castle.

In order to save expenses, the municipal government of Whitby City does not waste taxpayers' money. It usually does not use manpower and material resources to manage similar castles. Only during open days will people be sent to maintain order, clean up castles, etc.

In addition, the security in Whitby City is very good. Even if no one manages such castles during non-open days, the castles will not be destroyed, which is one of the reasons.

This happened to be cheaper for Lesson and others. They felt like they were in a no-man's realm and went straight into Rose Castle.

But after a search, I didn't dig three feet into the ground, and the result was that I had no gains.

This Rose Castle itself is for tourists to watch, and there are no cultural relics inside. The bricks and wood of the castle are old, but they can't move a few bricks back.

"Go to the next one."

No one was disappointed, and one was not enough, and there was another one.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at a remote place where there were no residents within 500 meters around it. They belonged to a barren mountain. On one of the valleys, this Ryan Castle was located.

It was quiet around. Not far away, the Ryan Castle seemed to be in the shadows. Parker walked for a while and said, "How come this place feels gloomy?"

"Nonsense," said an accomplice, "This is also a desolate place during the day. To put it bluntly, it is almost like a mass grave."

"Farke!" Parker cursed, "It's too unlucky for you to say this!"

But no matter what, this place did give him a strange feeling. The castle in the shadow seemed to be a monster with its mouth open, waiting to swallow him in one bite.

He believed that the other four people had similar feelings, but the five people got together and were no longer afraid.

Lesson was in the middle and was using a flashlight. The group only used this flashlight to avoid the light being too obvious.

When I arrived outside Ryan Castle, I felt the cool breeze whistling. Parker, who had been in charge of looking at the wind before, said directly: "It's too cold outside, I'd better go in with you."

Lesen did not point out, nodded and said, "Everyone will go in together, and it will be done together. Anyway, no one lives here and is abandoned, so there is no need to arrange for people to guard."

In fact, he also felt that one more person would be more at ease.

At the entrance of the castle is a closed wooden door. The wooden door is decayed, and the bottom part is even moldy and fungi are grown.

All five people opened the flashlight, and then Lesson began to push the door. He thought that the door could not be pushed and had to be broken. Unexpectedly, after Lesson pushed it hard a few times, he found that the door could be pushed and shaken a few times, but the amplitude was very small.

"There is a wooden bolt behind the door, but it's not very strong, so let's just break it."

Lesson exerted force on the position of the wooden pin, which quickly broke the wooden pin. The wooden door made a creaking sound and slowly opened.

A musty smell came out from it, and the few people quickly flashed to the side, allowing the fresh air to enter the castle.

Parker covered his nose and mouth with his sleeves, lowered his head and muttered in a vague way: "How long hasn't anyone been here?"

Someone immediately responded: "The less anyone comes, the better. If there is a good thing inside, it may not have been stolen."

After waiting for a few minutes, I thought the fresh air had almost gone in, but five people walked in through the wooden door. The last person did not forget to close the wooden door again.

Inside the wooden door is a church-like place with arched windows on the surrounding walls, but there is no furniture inside, and it is almost completely empty.

"Why did I smell the smell of blood?"

Parker stood at the door, flashlight shining towards the walls and ceiling, frowned.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Leson thought this was unlucky.

"There is a faint fishy smell, bloody smell." Some accomplices sucked it with their noses, and they also thought so.

Although five flashlights can illuminate the front, back and left and right, under the influence of this inexplicable smell, the five people felt that the place was gloomy, as if it was the scene of a murder...

When they looked at the ground, they found that even the carpets on the wooden floor were in a dark red color, which made people involuntarily think of the color of blood.

"This place is a bit weird!" Parker shrank his neck.

Some of the accomplices even looked back and even though they found that there was nothing unusual behind them, they felt a chill on their backs and muttered, "Why don't we leave?"

"Where is the courage?" another accomplice shouted, "Don't scare yourself, there are no ghosts in this world!"

After saying that, he stomped the ground with his feet, and the dull striking sound also hit their hearts, "I am so unscrupulous. If there is something strange here, the ghost has come to me."

The man who had previously asked to leave whispered: "This Whitby City is the birthplace of vampires. If the vampires are ghosts, maybe there are ghosts here."

Pick.

The man who stamped his feet knocked on the other party and scolded: "Read more! Whitby City is just the origin of the story in vampire novels. Is vampires fiction good?"

"Stop making trouble, start searching, don't waste time!" shouted Lesson.

Even if it is a bit gloomy here, the smell is a bit weird, but it will not be related to ghosts. If you don’t scare yourself, nothing will happen.

Under his urging, the few people began to act and searched on the first floor, second floor and attic together, without missing any details.

Maybe it was because they were focused on their search, or because their physical activity was on, but they found that the gloomy feeling was gone and the smell of the air they breathed was normal.

The only bad thing is that the above-ground parts of the castle were searched and nothing was gained.

In the end, only the basement was left without searching. Lesson found the entrance to the basement in the first floor storage room, found a crowbar, and pried open the wooden boards covered by the entrance.

The dark entrance was exposed, and several people shone down with flashlights and found that the bottom was about two and a half meters high from the top, connected by wooden ladders.

A cold smell came from the basement, but everyone thought it was because the basement was wet all year round. This time, Lesson still went down first, and then the four of them walked into the basement step by the wooden ladder in turn.

What caught everyone's eyes was a long corridor, which was about one and a half meters wide and more than two meters high. At the end of dozens of meters was a closed black door.

This was something that everyone did not expect. Everyone thought that the Ryan Castle was divided into several rooms, just like the basement of other castles.

"After all, it is an ancient castle and a special passage. It is estimated that the bottom of the castle is a well-connected network of passages, and there is even a passage that directly leads to a few hundred meters outside the castle. I have watched documentaries. Some castle basements are built in this way so that the owner can escape in a critical moment." Parker said.

"Okay, stop showing off your knowledge," someone said impatiently, "Don't you feel that this place is a little too cold?"

"That's not the reason for the humidity," Parker muttered. "Look, the bluestone floor is slippery, and the walls on both sides of the corridor have a layer of moss."

"This moss looks black and I don't know how dirty it is." Someone frowned and asked himself to stand in the middle of the corridor to avoid contact between clothes and moss on the wall.

"The coldness should be related to the wet conditions here," Lesson didn't care about this gloomy and cold environment, reminding others, "These stones in the corridor are tall and short, and some have sharp corners. Be careful not to trip or squeeze the people in front of you, and everyone passes through one by one."

There were gray stones scattered in the corridor. The stones fell from the top, perhaps caused by an earthquake, or perhaps it was because the owner of the castle was running away to prevent the pursuers from pursuing them, so that the stones could be dropped so that the road would be broken for them...

In short, the appearance of these stones in the corridor only caused trouble, but they did not think it was abnormal.

The corridor is only one meter and five meters wide, and it is very difficult to walk two people side by side. Moreover, the walls on both sides are covered with black moss. No one wants to touch them, so he would rather pass through this corridor one by one.

Lesson walked in the front because the bluestone floor was slippery and had to bend down and walk with both hands to hold the stones scattered in the corridor to maintain balance and not fall to the ground.
Chapter completed!