Chapter 98 Detention

After an unknown amount of time, Charles woke up faintly.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to look around vigilantly.

The humanoid monster has disappeared, and his position has also been changed. He was locked up in a cell that looked like it was only ten square meters. There was nothing in it except a thick iron door in the distance. thing.

Everything on him was taken away, wallets, relics, and clothes were all gone, and Charles was naked at this time.

Charles could still see faint blood oozing from the place where his prosthetic limb was connected to his body. It seemed that someone tried to tear the prosthetic limb off while he was asleep, but failed.

Through this information, Charles quickly understood his current situation, and he was captured by those strange creatures.

Although he didn't want to admit it, it was a good thing. The other party imprisoned him and did not kill Charles, which proved that the other party could communicate.

After thinking about some things, Charles stood up and asked the empty room, "Is anyone there? What is your goal? Where is my crew?"

But there was no other sound in the room except Charles' breathing, and no one responded.

Charles walked towards the iron gate and looked outside through the gap in the iron fence. He found that the opposite seemed to be a prison cell.

Just when Charles was about to ask who was locked in the cell over there, a big deformed face blocked his sight, looking inside with those yellow cross pupils.

The space in the prisoner's fence is too small, and Charles can't tell the specific appearance of this thing, but he feels that this guy is in the same group as the monster who pretended to be a doctor.

"Maybe there is some misunderstanding between us. I didn't come here with any malice. I want to talk to you." Charles explained slowly to those eyes.

"Crack!" An iron plate blocked Charles' view, no matter what the opponent was, it had no intention of talking to Charles.

Looking at the not-too-thick iron door in front of him, Charles raised his prosthetic leg but put it down again. He could definitely get out of this kind of door if he really wanted to.

But now that the enemy and the enemy are unknown, rash actions will only scare the snake.

Charles sat down slowly with his back against the wall, all he could do now was wait.

Six hours later, a window opened under the iron door, and a metal disc with a diameter of half a meter was pushed in. Inside was a pool of bloody things.

Charles didn't know if this was going to give him food or what, but judging by the way the thing looked, he'd rather be hungry than eat it.

An hour later, another metal tray was brought in, this time containing dead fish. Judging from the brightness of the fish's eyes, the fish was very fresh and died not long ago.

Charles judged that it should be those monsters who saw that he didn't eat the previous one, so they changed him to a different kind of food.

But from this detail, he learned more. Since the other party knew that they hadn't eaten, there must be surveillance in this cell.

Facing the few dead fish, Charles remained motionless, and soon the next plate was brought over.

However, this time, when Charles saw the contents of the plate, his heart trembled. There was half a human face inside, and the lungs connected to the trachea underneath.

He quickly rushed over and picked up the face. He knew this guy. This was Chef Frey's assistant, and that was his crew.

The anger in Charles' heart continued to burn. Not only were his crew members killed by them, but they even sent them over to feed him, the captain! !

Charles couldn't help but want to rush out and kill all the deformed monsters outside the door at this time.

But he knew that he couldn't do that, it was just stupid suicide, he had to learn to be patient, and only by being patient could he find a chance to rescue the rest of the people and escape from this ghost place.

Gritting his teeth, Charles picked up the dead fish next to him and bit down hard, staring out the door with hatred in his eyes.

After Charles finished his fish, finally no other odd things came in.

Soon, an arm like a mummy took away the plates. While they were closing the plates, Charles tried to communicate with the creatures outside, but the result was in vain, the other party still had no desire to talk.

The first day of being held in captivity passed like this. After this day, Charles also noticed other details. His keen hearing allowed him to easily identify the duty time of the monsters outside the door. They would change shifts every half a day.

It can be seen from this that those monsters are very social creatures. But this is not good news. If these monsters live in groups, then God knows how many monsters there are outside this cell. Escaping from this place is simply as difficult as going to heaven.

But no matter how difficult it was, Charles did not give up his plan to escape.

When he heard the footsteps going away the next day, he picked up the fish bone that had been prepared beside him and quickly flicked it, directly into the opposite cell.

"Hello, I'm Charles, answer quickly, who is locked up there?"

Soon there was a reaction in the cage, and a translucent jellyfish-like tentacle filled with green mucus protruded from the cell towards Charles. It passed through an extremely wide distance and came to Charles' cell.

Charles looked at the tentacles in front of him, hesitated for a while, and put his prosthesis on it.

However, the moment the two came into contact, the tentacle split directly from the middle, turning into a big mouth full of transparent sharp teeth, biting Charles' prosthetic limb and pulling it out forcefully.

The strength of the tentacle was so strong that it was almost the strength of several adults, pulling Charles' entire body against the door.

The chain saw of the prosthesis was activated instantly, and the translucent tentacles were cut apart. With the roar of a beast coming from the opposite cell, the cut off tentacles desperately escaped.

Charles looked at the tentacles that were still writhing in his hands, thoughtful. This ghost place doesn't just hold them.

Soon those deformed monsters on duty came back again, Charles didn't dare to act rashly, he had to find an opportunity.

On the 3rd day, the iron door was opened. This time, no fish was sent, but a few deformed monsters came in. Charles looked at them and could clearly feel that they were of the same kind as before. .

He didn't look carefully before, but this time Charles finally saw the appearance of the creature that imprisoned him.

Fish-like eyes with cross-yellow pupils, soft lips that were 20 centimeters long hung on their melting faces, and their bodies were bloody and bloody. It's like tearing off one's own skin and flipping it back on.

Don't look at how scary they look, each of them is wearing a dirty leather robe.

"Who are you? What is your purpose?" Charles asked them cautiously.

The long lips of the monsters in front of them trembled rapidly, making a noise like switching radio stations. They seemed to be communicating with Charles, but unfortunately they couldn't speak the language.