Struggle in the Steam Age

Just as Lawrence walked carefully to the door of the stairwell, he heard the sound from the stairwell again, because the distance was closer than before, so this time he could hear the sound from the stairwell. what.

　　 "Help...Help." A slightly immature young girl's voice came out from the wooden door of the stairwell. This refreshed Lawrence, and a lot of things that he had seen in his previous life immediately appeared in his mind. For example, XXXX, XXX, XXX, etc., a series of things that may be harmonized as long as they are spoken.

　　 But thinking of the ghost Lawrence that had just been found here, he immediately became vigilant, and then he kicked the door open and pointed his pistol inside. When the dust fell, Lawrence found that there was nothing in the stairwell, except that there was a thick layer of dust on the floor.

　　 "Huh?" Lawrence frowned when he looked at the transparent stairwell in front of him. Obviously the sound I heard just now came from here, but why is there nothing here now?

　　 "Help!" Lawrence searched the stairwell and found nothing. Just when he thought he might have hallucinations, another faint voice came out.

　　 Lawrence's fully strengthened body after awakening immediately heard the location of the sound: under the wooden board under his feet, and the sound was very blurred because it was blocked by the floor. If he hadn't gotten into this narrow staircase, he wouldn't be able to determine the specific location of the sound.

　　 "Floor?" Lawrence lowered his head and looked at the dusty floor, then used his feet to push away the dust on the ground. Unlike the brick floor just now, the ground here is a complete wooden floor.

"I swear I must bring a crowbar next time, **** it, I have watched so many adventure-related novels and movies in my previous life, why no one said this thing must be brought." Lawrence vomited, kneeling on the ground and carrying it with him. Use the utility knife to pry the floor along the seam of the plank.

　　 Fortunately, after prying open a piece of the floor, Lawrence found a hint of iron gray appearing under the wooden floor. And when this piece of wooden floor is removed, the other floors are much less difficult to pry.

　　 What is more fortunate is that the wooden floor is not directly laid on the ground, but is slightly higher by the shelf. So the gap under the plank just allows Lawrence to pry open all the other planks.

　　 When all the wooden boards were piled up in the corner of the wall, an iron plate with an iron ring appeared in front of him. Lawrence tried to pull the iron ring, but unexpectedly the whole iron plate was lifted up.

　　 After removing the iron plate, a black hole cellar appeared in front of him. At the same time, a blast of fresh air blew out from the tunnel, proving that the cellar below has an adequate ventilation system.

　　 "Who repaired this?" Lawrence frowned. Before he came, he had read all the information about this place from the Church of Knowledge, including the structural drawings of the building. But none of these materials mentions the basement below the stairwell.

　　 At this moment, there was another cry for help from the underground. Lawrence heard that the person calling for help seemed to be a little under-tempered. He knew that if someone was in danger, he would hesitate to go on and that person would definitely be fierce.

　　 Thinking of this, he took out a large and a small bottle from his arms, and then poured the green powder in the small bottle into the transparent liquid of the large bottle.

　　 After **** on the cap of the big bottle and shaking it vigorously, the big bottle showed a green glow. Then Lawrence walked into the tunnel holding this big bottle about the size of an electric light bulb.

　　 Surprisingly, the tunnel is not deep. He reached the lowest level just after walking down a floor or so. Then what appeared in front of him was an underground space of at least two hundred square meters.

　　 To be precise, this is just a hastily dug basement, with rough wooden boards supporting the walls and top. Lots of small mushrooms emerged from every corner of this basement. Since the local area is on the seashore, the groundwater level is also high. Therefore, although this house has no water on the ground, it still makes people feel like they are in a sauna.

　　 It may be that someone came into this basement, and the helper called for help again. Following the sound, Lawrence raised the luminous bottle in his hand and raised his head, and then he saw the caller.

　　 To be precise, this was a rat man who was hung upside down on the ceiling with one foot tied by a rope glowing with metal light. It's just that it's different from the gray-black hair of the ordinary rat man, the hair of this rat man is a fiery red color.

　　Squirrels are small humanoid creatures with a rodent-like appearance. They are usually only 1.2 meters high, about the same as a six or seven-year-old child. And it looks much cuter than a mouse, more like the mouse in those animations.

　　 They generally have a good relationship with humans, tend to get along well with humans, and often establish rat tribe communities in the sewers, dark lanes and shadows of human cities.

Historically speaking, they originated in the underground areas of dry deserts and plains, but they are now an extremely urbanized race. Most of them live in human cities and are mainly engaged in commerce and handicrafts, as well as cleaning up sewers. The class is suitable for their work. For example, Lawrence knew that one of the partners in the logistics department of the Church of Knowledge had a rat tribe merchant.

"Hey, friend of the rat race, what's the matter with you?" Even after recognizing the opponent's race, Lawrence still looked at the rat man hanging on the roof with caution. After all, this is related to a cult. He is not. I hope I get caught accidentally.

"Thank God, someone finally came to rescue me--" The rat man who was hanging upside down made a relieved voice at this time, and then explained ~www.wuxiahere.com~ I just watched the group of gang members running in this place. Did you go out? So I wanted to take this opportunity to come in and find something. I didn't expect to find something after digging here. I was caught by this trap when I reached for it. "

　　 Lawrence noticed at this time that underneath it was a small altar made of granite only about half a meter away. The altar was inlaid with dozens of opals, and in the middle of the altar was a calf-sized six-armed snakeman statue. There are five or six slightly rough gold and silver jewelry on the front of the statue. It seems that this rat man should have caught the trap when he took these jewelry.

Sure enough, this was related to the Demonized Snake Man. Lawrence thought when he looked at the six-armed snake man statue on the altar, and then he turned his head to look at the suspended female rat man: "By the way, I remember that you rat tribes are very flexible. Why are you trapped by this little noose?"

　　 "Don't mention it." The mouse-man lady's tone revealed helplessness. "When I was pulled up by this thing, my knee was dislocated, and I couldn't get up and untie the noose. I think if no one saves me, I might break my leg and escape."

　　 "Then how can I help you?" Lawrence asked, "Using magic to break the noose on your leg?"

　　 "Don't!" The Ratman quickly stopped Lawrence. "I don't know which guy has added magic-disgusting metal to this noose. As a result, I used the flame ray to hit it. Not only did it have no effect at all, it almost ignited the hair on my legs when the temperature of the noose rose. "

　　 Lawrence knew that no matter whether it was a pistol or a magic missile, she knew that there was nothing wrong with it, but she soon thought of another way.

　　 "Wait for me, I'll go out and get something and then I can save you." After that, Lawrence ran out of the basement.