At night most lights go out simultaneously. Only a few lights hung from the dome ceiling were faint sources of light in this city, where individual houses lit only a few lights but no moon or stars could be seen. My [night's eye] was pretty tight, so there were no more underground people walking outside.
"Phew... finally at night"
I slept on the rooftop of a high-rise building wondering if the 10th floor was there. Mushroom farming was taking place, but none of these maica mushrooms come around because of the hassle free.
Although this underground city was certainly vast, it was able to make a star of where the refs might be.
The first is a building in which a group of camouflage clothes attacked me entered.
The second is that even this night there are two buildings where armed lookouts underground stand.
"Let's just hit one at a time"
I use [sickness] to run without sound and jump on the edge of the building. When you land in the building next door with both hands and legs, this one hardly sounds either -- [Leaping] 's genius seems to have a good effect on landing as well as jumping.
The grounders on the lookout don't look up at the sky, so they quickly came to the first building.
It uses more land than any other building, and up to the third floor above the ground - how "above ground" is this even though it is underground - was square, and above the fourth floor stood three levels of a circular tower as if it were an addition to it.
The spacing from the adjacent building is narrow. There were no carriage-like rides at all, and there were underground people towing (hi) even if there was something like a trolley.
"" National Army Police Squad "…"
The font was old but I managed to read it. Those guys, if they did it, they were bad galas, but they were military...
The entrance was a double-open wooden door, which was locked. You mean nobody inside because it's the type of thing to hang from the outside? No, this is okay if you're locking up the refs.
I was a grey bear bursar car... I pulled out the short knife I got from Uncle Mule Borderline. Using a misthrill on his body, this short knife makes the blade shine slightly white.
The metal on the lock is about 1 cm thick but just iron. I pushed the tip there,
"Huh."
force and cut off the iron.
Disabling the lock and hiding it in the nearby steps, I opened the wooden door and went inside.
…………
Dark, damp air drifts.
But there, I sniffed off a smell I didn't want to feel.
"... it stinks of death"
I can't hide it, it's the smell people emit when they die.
There is an ascending staircase in the front of the wide hallway, followed by a hallway to the left and right. When the wooden doors are closed, they sink into complete darkness, with no sign of people at all.
I put the light source over my head with [light magic]. Unlike [Fire Magic], it is convenient not to have heat and not burn if bumped.
I know where I have to go.
I followed the smell down the hall to the right and came to a large room.
When you open the drawer —— muffled, nauseating smell stands up.
"This is..."
It was certainly a big room there. But the desk, the chair, nothing, it's just a big room.
Rather, something like (...) was laid down, and the military uniform of a familiar ref demon-led empire popped into my eyes, too.
There are 45 bodies being put to sleep. All of that was the refs.
I guess there's no such thing as a morgue for bodies. So in the meantime, I may have left the body in the building of the police squad where I've found that...
When I walked out of the building, I breathed in a lot of good air, although not fresh.
Although the decay of the body was progressing, there were no marks like the one slashed with the blade, or the stab marks of the arrow, [Moriwan] says, so it was all like death from the crash.
What was frustrating was that the Underground didn't kill the Lefs.
"... people who suddenly shoot arrows."
Why did the underground carry the body? I only know one reason —— to eat, not to eat, of course.
I headed to the next building to see if the reason was right.
It was a watchful building, with two places: the luxurious one and the qualitative one, and the luxurious one turned to the qualitative one because it was presumed that there was a great one.
"Is there only one entrance on the ground floor? You don't seem to have the idea of a back door... because there are no front streets or back streets in the first place?
Nearby, there are several drinkers who light the brilliant lights enough to say they are the only ones in a quiet town, where it looks like a downtown area in the city. You can hear the noise until the building I'm about to enter.
"Ahhh, every night, every night, it's so loud."
"Really. We'll go for a drink too, but at dawn, the shop will be over..."
"Why shouldn't you drink only 'after the lights go out'?
"You know what, bogus?"
I can hear the watch talking...... I thought that the police squad was exceptionally gully apparently, but the watch was plentiful.
"... I don't know what to do. Enter through the window or from the top…"
I look up at the building, it's five stories long, and I grew mica mushrooms here on the roof.
"... from the top"
It goes a long way, but it conveys other buildings and comes to a height above the roof. And if you break in from a rooftop without a lookout--
Just before I jumped, I noticed.
Although the rooftop does have only space for the cultivation of mica mushrooms, there are ropes all over the place. If caught, a trap that hits a piece of metal and makes a loud noise -- "Torito". "Naruko."
"I see. You mean the trap on top prevents intrusion-- whoa,"
I ran again and jumped.
If the tongue breaks, there's nothing wrong with just avoiding the rope. When you land without sound, you head from the roof to the entrance where you enter the fifth floor. Of course, the rope will be tightened with great care.
The entrance door was an iron door. But the structure of the key is simple, because there was only a hanging on the inside, so here it is again the turn of the short knife. When the hanging is cut off, Ki and the hinge make a noise and the door opens.
"... I'm here, I should be"
Close the wooden door behind your back. Breathe and gaze into the dark.
I couldn't confirm what kind of building this is... but there are signs of a lot of humans.
It smells like food. And smells like sweat.
I'm going down the stairs, right into the fifth floor, okay.
Lined up was an iron door room. All at the same interval, at the bottom of the door, with small windows about 10 cm high and 30 cm wide.
It was the used dishes that were placed in front of the door--.
"... sounds like this place"
This whole building is a prison.
I don't know what room you're from, I heard you snoring.