Lesson held the flashlight in his left hand, facing downwards, illuminating the ground and the stones piled up in a row, constantly moving through the gaps and slowly moving forward.

Behind him, Parker and others also had similar movements.

No matter how flexible the body is, in a narrow space, it will be restricted, and they have to focus most of their attention on the ground and stones.

The ground is slippery, and accidentally slipping will cause injuries. Some stones have sharp corners. If they hit, their legs will also be injured.

"This ghost place is too wet!"

One of them cursed. He just slipped slightly, but fortunately he supported his hands on the stone next to him in time, so he maintained his balance and did not slip.

Without such a humid environment, the ground will not be slippery at all, and my shoes always feel furious when I step on this wet bluestone floor.

"Let you be careful!" Parker shouted.

"Guys, can you stop Tama holding the flashlight? It makes the front flicker and dark, just like Tama entering the haunted house, Fark!"

The person who walked the last couldn't help but shout at this time, and even looked back at the back, hoping to find someone to change the seat.

The front was light and dark, and the back seemed to be blew with a cold wind. He felt that he was unlucky and walked at the end.

"Don't be so weird!" Parker cursed.

Although this place is a bit like a haunted house, five people came together and were afraid of being furious. It was just that the environment here was a little scary.

"Okay, stop arguing," shouted Leson.

His words worked, and everyone stopped complaining and looked down at the road.

After a while, Lesson quickly walked two-thirds of the distance and said to his companion behind him: "The black door in front is carved with exquisite patterns, and even one door is so exquisite. Maybe there is really something hidden behind the door!"

Hearing Leson say this, the few people were excited, and some even whistled cheering.

"Fake!"

At this time, a curse suddenly came from the middle of the team.

"What's wrong, Parker?" Leson asked at the sound.

At this moment, Parker bent his body and held his right hand on the wall on the right side of the corridor, muttering: "It's nothing. The soles of his feet just slipped and his calf hit a stone. Fortunately, I reacted quickly and held on to the wall, otherwise I would fall."

After saying that, he withdrew his right hand, planned to turn his head and sit on the stone, and check his left calf.

My calf just hit the protruding sharp corner of a stone. Now it hurts a little, and I guess it's bleeding.

But the moment he retracted his right hand, Parker felt something was wrong on his right hand. After shining the flashlight, he was completely stunned!

"You are a good match, you can slip your feet and hit the stone!" Someone immediately joked in a joking tone.

I thought that with Parker's temper, Parker would scold him the next moment, but the man found that after he finished speaking, Parker did not respond.

Even Leson and others found it strange. Why did Parker suddenly become silent and look like a mute?

Leson was about to ask, when Parker suddenly screamed like a pig-killing scream in the corridor: "Ahhhh, Fark, Fark!"

The voice was frightened, as if Parker was surrounded by huge fear. Now, Leson and others realized that something was wrong. The person in front turned around and shone the flashlight back. The person behind also came up to know what was happening to Parker.

Parker's body was shaking, his voice trembling: "My hand! My hand!"

The light of the flashlight immediately shone on Parker's hands, and the next moment, Leson and others were also frightened.

Because Parker's right palm was stained with bright red liquid like blood, and a few drops of liquid even fell to the bottom of his palm, and it was about to drip, it looked like blood!

"Blood...is this blood?" Someone exclaimed and immediately shrank into the middle of the corridor, avoiding the two walls.

Leson immediately said, "Parker, you don't have blood on your hands, don't be frightened!"

He had the most courage and his mind, and realized how blood could appear in such places. The blood-like liquid was probably just the juice of special moss.

"No, I feel it is sticky, it's blood!" Parker shouted in despair, almost crying.

Lesson knew that if he could not relieve everyone's fear at this moment, everyone would be scared to death, so he directly stretched out his hand and grabbed the moss on the wall.

But before his hands touched the moss, Leson's heart was ups and downs, and his heart beat rapidly. After all, the liquid on Parker's hand was indeed similar to blood, and it was exactly the same.

But Lesen touched the wall with his palm, and immediately felt that his palm touched something soft, which felt cold. He shivered subconsciously and quickly withdrew his palm, and found that there was indeed some sticky liquid on his palm, which looked bloody!

"It's not really blood, right?" Leson was also scared, his pupils widened and he was extremely nervous.

However, Lesson's reaction was a little better than Parker. He was not completely frightened and dared to rub the liquid on his palm with his fingers.

After rubbing, Lesson found that the liquid was very cool, and only a little bloody smell could be smelled in his nose, and more of it was still a muddy smell.

This should not be the blood of humans or animals. Lesson said in his heart.

The blood of humans and animals is warm blood. Even if you can't feel the temperature, it will not be cold.

What's more, he knew that the blood of humans and animals would not remain liquid forever, and it would solidify in less than half an hour after the blood flowed out.

With a little clear mind, Lesson immediately discovered new evidence.

"Don't panic!" he said to everyone, "If it's really bloody, it's already solidified!"

These simple and straightforward words made the other three people think in their minds, yes, if it was blood, why would it still drip? When they came, there was no one in the castle, and no one could secretly mix blood on the moss in a very short time!

Only Parker was still very scared, standing there motionless and not talking.

Leson had no choice but to step forward, grabbed a ball of moss, pulled it down, shone it with a flashlight, and said, "You open your eyes and take a look. The moss is gray-black, and there is no blood in the wall, only a little bit of soil!"

Parker then rolled his eyes, looked at the moss on Leson's hand, and then looked at the bare wall as big as a palm.

After the moss was torn off, the size of a palm was covered with only a little bit of soil, which was black and there was no blood around it.

"Yes Parker, why are you scared?" another said, "We thought the wall could seep blood, but Lesson has shown evidence that the wall is a little wet, with soil attached to it, giving the moss a place to grow."

There was no way. Seeing that Parker was scared, he had to persuade him with a pleasant face. Otherwise, Parker would yell to leave, and theft operation tonight might be greatly reduced.

Parker finally regained some vitality at this time, and he also used the flashlight to shine the bare part of the palm, and found that there was indeed no red liquid seeping out there.

Lesson simply threw away the moss, shaved hard on the palm-sized wall with his fingernails, and then showed his fingernails in front of Parker.

"Did you see it? There is no blood on your nails!"

Parker nodded, but then asked, "What is the red liquid we touch on our hands and where did it come from?"

"Stupid!" Seeing Parker come to his senses, Leson began to curse, "Do you have a dead brain? This is obviously the juice of moss!"

After saying that, he grabbed another handful of moss and pulled it off, then rubbed it with his hands, squeezed out the juice, spread his hands and said, "Look at it for yourself."

Parker looked and found that it was indeed a bright red juice. He sniffed it closer. Except for a little bit of blood, most of the smell was still muddy.

Seeing a few accomplices looking at him with a smile, Parker twitched his neck and refused to admit that he was cowardly: "Ma, it's mainly because this thing is stained with blood when it is stuck in his hands, and the color is very similar!"

Leson stopped the other accomplices from teasing Parker and said, "This is just that I scared myself. I heard that the juice with moss is red, so I don't want us to meet it here."

Parker nodded quickly and continued to defend himself: "This place is too wet. The moss absorbs enough water and has a lot of juice. Just touch it, the juice can flow out and dip into your hands."

At this time, naturally no one would tease Parker anymore, and everyone focused on the black door at the front.

Lesson said before that this door is very delicate. If you can use such exquisite doors in a basement, the place behind the door may not be much simpler. Maybe there will be good things and stylish things, and put them inside the exquisite black door.

"Let's go, continue!" the last person urged.

Leson remembered Parker's calf hit the stone and asked, "Are your legs okay?"

"It hurts a little, I'll take a look."

After Parker recovered from fear at this time, he felt a little pain in his calf, so he turned around, sat on a slightly flat stone, raised his left leg, and lifted his trouser legs upwards.

Several beams of light came over, and Lesson and others checked Parker's injuries.

I saw Parker's left calf and in the middle of his calves, he was scratched. The wound was about three centimeters long, but the wound was not deep.

He took off his pants and the wound was exposed, and the blood that oozed began to flow down his calf.

Of course, there is very little blood flow and it doesn't look serious.

"Has anyone brought a medical bag?" asked Leson.

But it was useless to ask. They were all here to steal antiques, lightweight, and brought things related to stealing, such as flashlights, ropes, lock-picking equipment, etc., but they did not include medical bags.
Chapter completed!