In the narrow passage, the clown and Igris walked one after the other.
The atmosphere was very quiet, and even the noisiest, loudest clown was frighteningly quiet, which made Igris somewhat uncomfortable.
“I do not remember you being such a quiet character.”
“Shh! We are sneaking in! Do not talk!”
To actually be told this by the clown, Igris felt a bit embarrassed, but what he said made a lot of sense.
The passage was not completely pitch black.
Every so often a small lamp illuminated the way.
Igris did not know how this thing was powered, but since it existed, it also proved that this passage had probably existed for a long time, possibly greatly connected to the existence of that cult organization.
Maybe if they kept walking, they would reach their ritual site.
Of course, generally this kind of good luck would not appear for Igris.
After all, she had never been a very lucky person, although recently there seemed to be a trend of her luck turning, but this was still metaphysics after all, hard to say.
“Someone is coming.”
Just as she was letting her thoughts wander, a shadow suddenly appeared on the road ahead, and footsteps also walked toward their direction.
Although Igris considered her disguise very good, she still could not be careless.
After all, if handled poorly she might be exposed, and fighting in this kind of narrow terrain would definitely not be a good idea.
So she used the same old trick, stuffed the sidearm into her sleeve, and walked forward with her head lowered, trying to pretend she looked very busy and had no time to greet anyone, preparing to pass directly by him.
The approaching cultist also said nothing, lowered his head, and brushed past Igris.
Very tacitly, neither looked at the other.
Until he passed by the clown, his body slightly paused.
Igris’s nerves instantly tensed up, and her whole person stopped in place.
Her hand also very covertly moved toward the sidearm in her sleeve, ready to draw it at any time.
The clown also did not move.
His disguise was flawless from any angle, unless every one of them had their names carved on their bodies, otherwise there was almost no reason he should be discovered.
After the clown and Igris stopped, that cultist also stopped his footsteps, but did not turn his head.
In the narrow passage, three figures stood quietly in place, none moving.
A silent atmosphere spread through the tunnel, making one unable to resist feeling hot all over, nerves stretched tight.
No one dared act rashly.
All were quietly waiting for something, standing rooted in place.
Ten minutes?
Or half an hour?
Igris’s legs were even a bit numb from standing, and the other party still had not moved, still standing there, so much so that Igris began to suspect he had fallen asleep.
Until she moved her body a little, that figure suddenly turned around, the black muzzle of the gun in his hand pointing directly at Igris, and quickly widened the distance.
Everything happened too suddenly, so much so that Igris only had time to make an instinctive reaction—likewise drawing her own weapon and pointing it at the other party.
But…
would a cultist have a gun?
“…It is you?”
“…Damn it, clown, do not move. It is one of us.”
“Oh, what a pity! I was already prepared to stuff him into a box.”
Igris did not lower the gun in her hand, only silently removed the mask from her face, and looked toward the man opposite her who was also wearing a mask.
And after he saw Igris’s face, he also removed his mask, revealing a familiar face.
It was Pasa.
The good news was that he was still alive.
The bad news was that, judging by the current situation, Ling might be the one in the most danger.
“Why are you here?”
“That is my question. Why are you here? You should be staying at the police station with Ling, not appearing in this sewer.” Pasa lowered the weapon in his hand and said coldly to Igris.
Igris unconcernedly put away her own weapon as well and explained.
“Your mission had an accident. Ling received notice and came to support. I heard an officer was injured?”
Pasa did not answer immediately.
Instead, he frowned and looked toward the clown.
“Who is he?”
“You would not want to know him, but he is my helper, so answer my question now.” Igris lightly tapped her mask, drawing Pasa’s attention over, and then continued asking.
“Where did you come from? What is at the end over there? What did you encounter?”
“Everyone except me is dead. At the end of the road is a broken house. There is nothing inside, at least not now. We encountered… it is hard for me to say clearly what that thing was. Probably tentacles? I am not sure…”
His brows were deeply furrowed, and his complexion was not very good either.
Igris could probably understand what he had gone through.
It was likely some anomaly he had never seen before.
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They had gone to so much trouble just to summon ordinary anomalies?
This was obviously unreasonable.
But if what they were summoning was not a simple anomaly, but some older, more evil existence, then why had nothing happened at all?
If everything really had already happened three days ago, then why did they have to expose everything to the eyes of the Special Task Force now, instead of continuing to hide?
And the most, most important thing.
“You said… everyone is dead.”
“Ah, yes. There were two other officers who came down with me. No one survived.”
“This is exactly the problem.” Igris tapped the mask again and said with a serious expression.
“In the information we received, there was still one officer alive, and it was also he who spread the message to us, which was why we actively came to the sewer for support.”
“Impossible. They are all dead, right in front of me.”
“I am not questioning their deaths themselves… but, if the one who notified us was not an officer, not one of your people, then who was it? Then, who else could it be?”
Pasa was silent for a moment, then slowly spat out two words.
“Cultist.”
“Correct answer.” Igris clapped, expressing encouragement, but her expression was uglier than ever before.
“So, the sewer was a trap from the very beginning. It was them trying to actively lure the Special Task Force people into the sewer. This also explains… why so few people can be seen here, and this also explains why anomalies are everywhere here.”
Igris chuckled lightly and continued.
“Because they never intended to let us out at all. Apart from countless anomalies, there is nothing here.”
“No! No! My friend! You said one thing wrong!” The clown, however, interrupted Igris at this moment and corrected her.
“Here, there are also my new clothes.”
“…Apart from that?”
“Hey! This is very important, okay! I need to get my clothes!”
Pasa slightly displeasedly frowned and looked toward Igris.
“This is your outside help? Does not look reliable.”
“But he can stuff you into a box in less than ten seconds.”
After warning Pasa, Igris once again looked toward the clown.
“Listen, that is just a piece of clothing, but we need to leave this place. If they want to seal us in the sewer, then it proves they will definitely take action after succeeding. Friend, I need your help. Only you can save us.”
“Oh…” The clown lowered his head gloomily, but still nodded.
“The new clothes really are important… But you are right, friend. Friends are the most important!”
The clown laughed loudly, and Igris also could not help but reveal a smile and extended her hand to the clown.
“Then, I leave it to you, Bren.”