Chapter: 703

A few seconds later, he confirmed the fact that the young couple who were suspected to be lovers had really disappeared.

Lumian immediately turned his attention to the team. Whether it was the newlyweds and some guests walking in the front, or the few people at the back, they didn't feel that anyone was missing in the team.

For a moment, Lumian suspected that it was him who had hallucinations;

There was no such thing as the couple, and no attempt at all, to blow out the candles!

If it is not the memory, it is still profound, if it is not true, the danger of the underground Trier, with a very clear understanding, Lumian will definitely look for the problem from himself, not here, looking for the couple who once existed Mark of.

The few guests who were behind the couple quickened their pace, caught up with the people in front, and filled the gap that suddenly appeared between the lines. They were not surprised, fearful, or confused, everything was so normal.

Already being watched by countless invisible eyes, the small bumps on the surface of Lumian's body, like chicken skin, became more and more obvious.

He subconsciously looked at Kendall, the grave keeper who was walking in front of the two policemen, to see how he reacted to what happened just now.

Kendall, who was wearing yellow trousers and a blue vest, held an extinguished calcium carbide lamp in one hand and a quietly burning white candle in the other, and walked along the road he had come to, without squinting, towards the output of the catacombs.

He didn't seem to be aware of what happened in the team next to him.

Suddenly he turned his head, and his eyes collided with Lumian's.

"What's matter?"

Kendall's slightly deep voice echoed in the passage with tombs on both sides, and echoed in the hollow of the nearby skull.

Lumian didn't see anything unusual, and replied quite calmly, "I'm afraid of being lost."

Kendall nodded invisibly, "Then I'll go slower."

He continued to walk towards the exit doorway, his pace slowed down quite a bit, slowly, unsteadily, and extremely silent, like a living corpse described in some horror novels.

Holding a flickering white candle with a yellowish flame, Lumian passed over the group of wedding party participants who were still laughing and deliberately staring at a certain white skull from time to time, one thought after another flashed through his mind: " They really didn't notice the lack of people. When they leave the catacombs, will the family of a man and a woman find that their relatives are missing? I was thinking before that the catacombs are open to the public, and college students often come here Adventure, dancing with the bones, is there really no problem? Even if the visitors who accept the guidance of the tomb administrator, there will be people who do not listen to the warning, let alone the person who just carried a white candle and entered the catacomb Young people, I thought that there were safer protection measures, or that the frequency of accidents was not high enough to scare those people, but now it seems that it is another matter."

Lumian suspects that not only will the body of the person "swallowed" in the catacombs disappear, but even the impression of existence in the minds of friends and relatives will be erased.

Why can I remember them, because Termiporos is sealed in my body, and my fate is connected with her to some extent. Why are the government and the two major churches open to the public in such a dangerous place.

The catacombs need a large number of living people, and they often go in and out to suppress something. Those who don't listen to the warning are regarded as necessary sacrifices.

The more Lumian thought about it, the more his hairs stood up, and he forced himself not to analyze it in depth. He lacked enough information, and he couldn't analyze it in depth. Anyway, there was nothing worth exploring in the catacombs.

Come here once in a while, as long as you follow the rules, there will be no problems. From the moment you enter the catacombs, the talkative police officer Robert has fallen silent, and he doesn't seem to adapt to the environment here.

He didn't speak, and no one chatted.

In the unspeakable silence, the group of four returned to the natural doorway with exquisite reliefs and walked out.

As soon as he crossed that boundary line, Lumian immediately felt that the countless invisible gazes disappeared.

There was no longer any chill inside his body, and his skin quickly returned to normal.

"Huh." Robert let out a long breath.

"Every time I enter the catacombs, I feel uncomfortable, Kendall, how can you go in a dozen times a day and still be very happy."

Kendall laughed and said: "You think we are not affected, as long as you don't have to be on night duty, some families will rush to find their wives, and those who don't have to go to places like City Wall Street to warm themselves with other people's warmth. Seriously, in After staying here, I feel like I am slowly becoming a corpse."

While chatting, Kendall lit the calcium carbide lamp, extinguished the candle in his hand, and returned to the ground all the way. Robert looked around and stopped at the market outside the entrance building.