Chapter 3150: The Detective Shall Die (Part 12)

Considering that this wooden cabin was in the middle of nowhere, and after leaving this house, there were no survival supplies, if the diary owner was really held back by something, the range shouldn't be further than around the house. So Shiler suspected that the house might have a problem.

As for what the problem was, Shiler had some guesses, mainly because the number of fish he dug out of his stomach was abnormal.

The monster came to kill people, not to participate in a fishing competition. Under the premise that the monster had wisdom, in order to kill people better, he would definitely only complete the corpse's wish to the minimum extent.

Whether it was fishing or angling, it was a time-consuming job. Assuming this man's wish was to go fishing and then eat it himself, wouldn't one fish do? Two or three such big fish would be enough to stuff him to death.

But the fish Shiler found in the man's stomach were about a dozen, and the freshness looked about the same. Would this monster be kind enough to over-complete the task?

So Shiler felt that these fish might not have been caught by the monster, but caught by this man while waiting for his friend to come.

This could also be understood. After all, his friend was coming, so how could he not prepare a meal? To cook, he had to prepare ingredients. Most of the ingredients bought from the town might not be very fresh. Plus, he himself loved fishing, so it was normal to choose fish as the main dish.

If this was the case, this man's wish might just be to eat fish. The monster might not understand the act of eating either. Anyway, it was just to stuff the stomach, so it swallowed all these fish in one breath.

But it was written in the diary that he hadn't caught any fish in the past few days. However, when the monster came, there were so many fish in the kitchen. Where did this man get the fish?

There were too many doubts about this corpse in the kitchen, which made Shiler have to pay attention. But no matter what secrets he had, he must be able to see a trace from somewhere in the room.

But Shiler didn't believe in his own luck.

If he searched for clues bit by bit in the house, he would very likely face the embarrassment of not hitting the target when rolling the die.

Betting on luck to check clues was a bet, and betting that evidence would be left behind by burning the house down was also a bet. Shiler was more willing to choose a more satisfying way.

Fortunately, his luck was not bad. The clues existed in the structure of the house itself. If he hadn't burned the house down, he didn't know when he would have found out that this house had a cellar.

Shiler and Batman both looked down. This cellar wasn't very deep, and jumping down definitely wouldn't cause injury, but it was very dark inside, and no one knew what was in it.

"I have a flashlight here," Night Owl said. "But I don't think throwing it down is a good choice."

"I'll go down," Greed said. "My camera has a night vision mode, which can see clearly what's inside. I'm also agile enough. If there's danger, I can climb up directly."

Shiler didn't object. Greed approached the hole, held the camera in one hand, supported the edge of the hole with the other, sat on the edge of the hole first, and then jumped down.

"... God!"

"What's wrong?" Shiler asked.

"This place is surprisingly big," Greed's voice came over. It seemed he was still at the hole and hadn't gone far, but seemed to have seen something surprising.

Night Owl immediately turned on the flashlight and jumped down, then let out the same exclamation as Greed.

Shiler didn't know what was surprising about a cellar, until he jumped down himself and found that this wasn't a cellar, but a natural underground cave.

After jumping down, borrowing the light of the flashlight, one could see that there were some wooden floors near the cellar entrance, and there were boxes and oil lamps piled up, but the oil lamps had no oil.

A little further inside was the natural structure. One could tell from the structure of the rock wall that this was a natural cave, not artificially excavated.

As soon as Shiler came down, he heard something. He said, "You guys be quiet."

Everyone stopped making noise. Shiler listened carefully and said, "There is water sound, right in front."

"Do we really have to go over?" The Pale Knight was obviously hesitant.

"If I'm not mistaken, we might have come to some places we shouldn't have come to in advance," Shiler hinted very obscurely.

Actually, he thought they might have skipped a level.

Logically, they should go to the village to find clues, and then the clues in the village would point to the diary owner, hinting that he had some secrets.

After all, the diary specifically said that he was ugly and unpopular, but when something happened in the village, they still had to find him, which proved that someone in the village must know the story of the diary owner.

They might go to the village to hear these stories, then hear about some of the detective's behaviors, and finally return to this cabin, search the house carefully, and finally discover the cellar.

But Shiler's unconventional way of searching for clues led them to discover the cellar in advance.

But this was also a good thing. After all, they had no survival supplies after burning the house down. It was not realistic to walk so far in such thick snow and such low temperature. It was better to have a new exploration route.

Shiler also asked the Beyonder in his heart if this was the case. The Beyonder didn't answer, but Shiler vaguely heard the sound of him breaking his defense.

Shiler could fully understand him, because the village might be the carefully modeled map, and there might be many NPCs with different temperaments, and their group completely skipped a big level.

"Let's go," Shiler said. "There's nowhere else to go now. It would be great if this cave could lead to the village."

Listening to his obviously suggestive words, Main Universe Batman turned to look at him, fell behind a little silently, came to Shiler's side, and said, "Where do you think this cave might lead?"

"I guess it should be a secret location. There might be monsters we can't deal with, but there might also be tempting clues."

This sounded like he hadn't said anything, but to Main Universe Batman, it probably meant "You'd better not arrange any monsters we can't deal with, and leave some tempting clues, otherwise I still won't follow the script."

Bruce in front was communicating with Greed in a low voice, and Night Owl, who was walking at the front and illuminating the road, turned his head frequently. Shiler saw that his eyebrows could pinch a fly to death.

The sound of water was getting louder.

Turning a narrow corner, a huge karst cave space appeared in front of everyone, and there was an underground river in the center of the karst cave, which was the source of the water sound.

Shiler didn't get too close to the water, but he could see fish constantly flipping and jumping out in the underground river. The number of fish was so large that it reached the point where one could get a full load by just getting a landing net.

Night Owl shone the flashlight into the river. Shiler saw it more clearly. The fish in the underground river were the same as the fish in the stomach of the corpse that died in the kitchen. The shape was exactly the same.

That is to say, although you couldn't catch fish on the ground, you could still catch them underground.

The diary owner really had a big problem. Bruce stared at the river and said, "He actually has such a big cave under his own house, and there is an underground river inside, and he was still fishing in the river. Do the villagers know about this?"

He didn't farm or graze, but he mentioned in the diary that he wanted to go to the village to buy some food. Then where did his money come from? Greed keenly grasped the point and said, "His only way to make money seems to be fishing, and if he can't catch fish on the ground, he will come underground to fish. But can the fish underground really be eaten?"

The fact might be the opposite. Shiler also stared at the fish constantly flipping in the dark river water and said, "The fish underground can not only be eaten, but might also have some special effects. Otherwise, why would people from the village come to find him? And why would there suddenly be so many fish in his kitchen?"

Others naturally figured out this problem soon.

Without hot water, the freshness of fish will drop rapidly. Few people hoard a large amount of fish.

It was just him and his detective friend eating, so they couldn't use a dozen fish at all. And if the fish were really caught by the diary owner himself, it proved that it wasn't just him and his friend who wanted to eat this fish; others might have ordered fish from him.

Considering the geographical location of this wooden cabin, except for the villagers, no one should want to buy so many fish.

Terrible monsters had appeared in the village, and the villagers still had the energy to eat and drink. If their brains weren't problematic, these fish must be able to play some role in dealing with monsters.

Thinking of this, Shiler suddenly realized and said, "The monster deliberately let that corpse swallow all the fish, so that others couldn't eat the fish."

Main Universe Batman also understood. The diary owner's last wish might not be to eat fish, but the monster could control him to eat all the fish. In this way, even if villagers could find this place, the fish would have completely rotted and couldn't be eaten.

Catch one to try? Bruce was already rolling up his sleeves.

The method of catching fish was actually very simple. Not to mention that several of them were wearing coats, the number of fish looked like one could grab one by just reaching in.

Shiler also wanted to get one up to see, but considering safety, he felt it was better not to approach the water's edge.

Greed was obviously more aggressive. He looked directly at Main Universe Batman and said, "I think you can fire a shot into the lake."

"This is a shotgun, not a crossbow. The bullet can't bring the fish back," Main Universe Batman said.

"The key is not the fish, but if there is really any danger in the lake, you might be able to provoke it."

"What a lunatic," Night Owl muttered after looking at Greed. He reached out and pulled Bruce over a bit.

"Don't you plan to take a picture of them?" Shiler suddenly said.

"Take a picture of what? The fish's portrait?" Greed made a joke. Shiler wanted to say something else, but Greed walked toward him and reached out to hug his shoulder directly.

Main Universe Batman leaned toward the riverbank a little. He saw the fish scales reflecting silver light under the faint light, looking like they had a strange vitality, out of place with the dark and claustrophobic cave.

He looked at the place where the river flowed over again. It was pitch black, nothing there, and the downstream was the same.

"I think we should walk along the riverbank," although Main Universe Batman saw that there was a road on the other side of the river, he still suggested this.

"Okay, listen to you," Greed seemed to have temporarily given up some dangerous plans, and others had no objection.

Shiler lowered his head and looked at his fingers. Just now, when he picked up the charred wood, his fingertips were stained with black ash, but unprecedentedly, he didn't wipe his hands clean with animal skin. ===== CHAPTER 3151 =====