Si Darken slowly got up and stared at the scene in front of him in silence.

The humming mill looked like the jaws of a monster.

The air around it seemed to freeze.

Obviously, there is no "sun" as the first source of light in the underground world, and the crystal wall dome in the sky shines 24 hours a day, and there is no difference between morning and night.

But the four dark moments felt it inexplicably...... There was a burst of [dusk] aura around him.

Although he didn't know what the breath of dusk was, his instincts were telling him so, warning him urgently.

- Don't go in.

Almost liquid fear seeped through his pores, making him feel the veins in his temples on his forehead pulsate wildly with this inexplicable tension.

- Run.

In a trance, Si Dark felt that the air around him had become sticky and fishy.

The world in front of me seemed to change to a black-red silhouette in an instant, and then changed back to its original state in an instant.

Even the barrage in front of the four dark carvings disappeared.

It's like playing a horror game with your friends, but when it comes to a pinch, you suddenly feel that you don't move while you're talking.

When I turned around, the room was empty.

It's much more terrifying than playing horror alone at the beginning!

“…… Scold. ”

Four muttered in a low voice:

"I woke up from a dream...... Or did you fall into a dream? ”

- Fuck it.

Si Darken's lips moved slightly, gritted his teeth hard, and cursed silently.

He gradually lowered his face and looked earnestly at the mill with its doors wide open.

"Is anyone there, please?"

Four Dark carved shouted at the door.

No response.

- It should be that there is no response.

He walked slowly forward and into the door.

But in the next moment, the door behind him suddenly made a loud "squeak" sour sound and slammed shut!

"Rotten."

Si Dark commented with a calm expression: "I guessed." ”

He stopped at the doorway and looked around.

This large-looking mill smells strange. Fourth, he tried to distinguish it...... It seems to be the taste of mushrooms.

That's right, too.

This mill seems to have been called the Black Mushroom Mill in the past.

Four Dark Carving learned from Niusel that the black mushroom is a strange mushroom unique to the underworld.

It's a very lowly mushroom...... It can survive from rotten wood without any care, but it must survive in a lightless environment. Because it looks completely black on the outside, it is called a black mushroom.

With just a little blood or feces, it can grow extremely quickly, and it can aggressively squeeze the growth space of other mushrooms, causing them to die and turn into nutrients.

Yes.

- This is a "fungus that can digest fungi". Therefore, there is no need to take care of it, and there is no need to worry about the growth of bacteria.

The value of this mushroom lies in the fact that it is dried and ground into a powder, which turns it into a nutritious grain that can be stored for a long time.

Its status in the underworld is equivalent to that of wheat.

And the powder ground from black mushrooms is equivalent to "flour".

Almost all large underground cities will have their own black mushroom mills. Cities that import entirely from other cities are also not excluded...... But there's really no need.

Because the cost of black mushrooms is very low, and there is no need for cultivation techniques.

Black mushrooms that are ground into powder without drying them can be made into new black mushrooms by sprinkling them on rotten wood. The work of the mill is just to constantly change the wood, scrape off the grown black mushrooms, and dry and grind the flour, which can be handled by just two or three people.

"Changing the wood" and "roasting dried black mushrooms" are done at the same time; And "grinding into powder" does not require manual labor – not a traditional windmill, of course, but a steam engine.

And the buzzing sound can be heard from outside, which means ......

Today, the mill is working.

But there was no one in it.

Not to mention the sound of conversation, not even the sound of footsteps.

"It's ......"

The four dark carved suddenly noticed a very abrupt detail.

In the corner of the hall on the first floor of the mill, a shovel was being turned upside down.

The tip of the shovel was stained with blood, and had dried up and turned brown. And on the ground nearby, there were still specks of blood.

However, Si Darkeng did not know the relevant knowledge of forensic science, and could not restore the scene through these details.

…… If it's citalopram, you might be able to find more details.

Although citalopram is actually a psychiatrist. But Si Dark always subconsciously felt that citalopram had a forensic cold temperament.

To describe it......

It's like Orochimaru.

He picked up the shovel and looked at it carefully.

And a system prompt appeared in front of him:

【Bloodstained Shovel】

[——It was a murder weapon]

There is no doubt that people have died here.

…… Although it is not possible to determine who died.

But the four dark moments can also guess that this should not be a murder.

In an underground city where there is no shortage of iron weapons, no one will take a shovel to murder others.

At the same time, however, no one should have entered the house with a shovel......

The four dark eyes were cast on those bloodstains.

He took two steps forward, closer to the bloodstain.

Just as he got close to the bloodstains, Si Dark suddenly felt a very strong sense of fear for no reason—

The world around me has once again changed to the style of red with a red base and black strokes.

In his ears, there was a shrill scream of twisting and deformation. It's like the sound of a seashell close to your ear, mixed with a sharp and piercing voice like a devil:

"—hurry, he's waking up! Take out his liver first! ”

"- Kaz, come on, I'll turn on the machine!"

"—what about Alice?"

"—she must be hiding nearby, she's in this mill!"

The next moment, the auditory hallucinations ended.

Four Darkeners suddenly heard a whining wind behind him.

He was instantly creepy!

A sharp pain came from the back of his head, and his eyes widened, but it was dark.

Four staggered two steps and fell to the ground.

The blood that spilled from the back of his head slowly soaked the ground.

Covering and eroding towards the dry brown traces......

Finally, an almost identical trace is sketched.

"Shhhh

The four darkened moments were startled and sat up from the bed.

He clutched the back of his head, and he seemed to feel a phantom pain.

He looked around vigilantly, and immediately saw the two beds.

And he was lying on the bed, still covered with a quilt.

Little Bear stood on the edge of the bed, a OvO smile sewn into his face with black thread.

A barrage appeared in front of his eyes again:

"-it, scare me!"

"-I always feel that in the next scene just now, two people should come out and take out a test tube to feed Brother Kezi a pill......"

"—I know, this story is called Detective Carving Man (convinced)"

(End of chapter)