Chapter 247: Brother (ten)

The two holes are generally round and the edges are irregular.
Fengshou looked at the kerosene lamp and looked inside. He found that there was a pillow size space inside the wall, and there was nothing in it, but the wooden board on the back wall seemed to have words on it.
He used a pipe wrench to knock out the planks between the two holes and expanded them into a large hole. Then he put the kerosene lamp into it and the head went in, but he still couldn't see the words on the wall.
Only the top two of those words were translated, writing [spell], and the following lines, like the fly-wings, look like a few black lines.
I didn’t realize it immediately, I have to use the [magnifying glass] here.
He took his head out of the wall and didn't probe it. He just lifted the magnifying glass and scanned it over the content. Sure enough, the next second, he could see the translation of the text from the menu, far away. No problem.
[hakuna...matata... From now on... no worries and worries... hakuna, matata! Simple and easy to remember... sing down... From now on... you don't have to worry anymore... don't have to be like the past... listen to the sky... hakuna...matata...]
Behind this line is a sentence with a similar note: the ancient and magical African proverb, and the test of Bailing.
After reading the contents, I stopped the magnifying glass and slammed the magnifying glass to the ground: "The potholes are this! Magical girl! This kind of content suddenly appears in the dark and disgusting script. You are going crazy!
Africa, your uncle! Africa is here for the egg! A serious tell me what ‘the barrier controlled by the spell’, the result is to use African slang to crack!
Say what the plane was just doing in the end! If I close the door and let the guy come in, what tips will I receive next? Is it true that after I open the door, there will be a wild boar and a cat singing songs and taking me to the second floor!
What kind of script is this? The scene is a dog's eye, the sound effect is a dog's ear, and wherever it goes, it is filled with a scent... The world view is set to be unclear, the taste is set up, the puzzle is mad, and the rules of the puzzle are changed. The hint given is more than a nonsensible!

He roared for a while, then gasped for a while, and yelled a lot of ugly words, it seems that hakunamatata is too irritating to him...
Ten minutes later, he slowed down and packed up. He came to the stairs on the second floor and opened the passage.
The magical array flickered a few times, followed by a burst of glass that was shattered, a few seconds later. The wall of the corpse is piled up like an avalanche...
After I thought that I had to lift the spell, the gadgets in front of me would disappear, but I didn’t expect it to come out.
He was buried underneath and sighed: "Made Faker! (Please translate it yourself into English)" and then climbed out. He was really lucky that he had facial equipment and chose to display. Otherwise, the degree of nausea on the scent alone will allow him to continually utter ten such horrible words.
In any case, the access to the second floor has been opened. Well, it is a progress.
Feng did not feel adjusted his mood, and sang the spell just now with the melody, and went up the stairs.
The room on the second floor is slightly different from the first floor, directly above the foyer. It is a room with a door, and the location and area of ​​other rooms are roughly the same.
The doors of those rooms are all closed, and they are not eager to explore. He first followed the blood on the ground. Like looking at where the synthetic man went, he came directly to the room directly above the hall.
The shape of this door is different from all other doors in this room, two door panels that are close together. They are all metal textures. Even the layman can see that this is a very expensive metal, and the underground 2f is a very cheap, rusty iron door. The height of the door is more than two meters five, the upper edge of the door frame is close to the roof, and its width is almost as wide as the corridor.
"Oh... this size... really designed to allow the monsters to come in and out..." Unexpectedly, he reached out and grabbed the two handles on the door and pulled it a few times. Ok, I really can't open it."
He also guessed that, like this room, the game can only go in later. So he went back to the stairs and started searching from the room closest to the stairs.
At this point, the seal does not have a "death warning" state, can not rule out the situation of "opening the door to kill", so he carefully pushed the door slowly and took the iron bar from the bag again, go Test the room for traps.
After he had done this, he walked in with the lights.
There was a bedroom in front of me, and it looked quite neat. The beds were clean, and the sheets and bedding were stacked. There were photo frames on the bedside table and two closets on the wall. Like the downstairs, the windows are closed and the outside is dark. There is a small flower pot on the window sill. There is nothing but dirt. There are two kinds of reasonable speculations: first, the plants inside have become soil; second, the plants inside have become some kind of animals, and then they leave. Up...
The seal went straight to the bedside table and picked up the photo frame. In the photo frame, there is another faded yellowed photo. This time it is three people, two fifteen-year-old boys, and a mother of forty years old.
As with what happened in the study, I couldn't help but see the photo for a few seconds, and an image appeared at the right time.
The lightning outside the window indicates that it was a thunderstorm night.
In this room, a brown-haired teenager, sitting in a chair next to the bed, a woman lying on the bed, pale, eyes deep. The two men's hands were tightly held, and tears were spinning in the woman's eyes.
"Arthur... there is something, mom must tell you..."
"I know." Arthur replied: "I am a criminal, it is... adopted..."
The mother heard the words and silenced for a few seconds: "No, you are my child, even if it is not my own, but..."
"Don't say, Mom, you don't have to say this, of course I am your child, always." Arthur clenched his mother's hand.
"You are very smart and strong. Mom is very reassured to you. You can always take care of yourself." The mother sighed: "But your brother, too kind, too weak, he..."
"Do not worry, Mom, I only have such a younger brother." Arthur interrupted: "I will take care of him." He said, bowed his head and seemed to be in grief.
Another flash of lightning crossed, at this moment, the picture gave Arthur's mouth a close-up.
He is actually smiling...