We arrived at the basement entrance again.
I was extremely nervous.
The shadow of that black hole lingered in my mind.
When we left last time, the Seventh Master and I had fled in panic without closing the basement's heavy iron door.
Now, standing at the doorway, I could see at a glance that the black hole was gone.
When we entered last time, the basement had looked as it had thirty years ago. But now, the entire basement was even more cluttered than it had been back then, with piles of trash inside.
After we went in, Jin Wujie surveyed the basement while I put down my backpack and took out the drill and climbing pitons.
Seeing this, Jin Wujie took the tools from my hands, possibly to win the Seventh Master's favor.
"Let me. I used to do interior renovations."
I didn't stand on ceremony and handed the tools straight to him.
The climbing pitons were a precaution.
If the black hole appeared again and we couldn't retreat in time, at least we would have something on the wall to hold on to.
Soon, the basement rang with the loud, grating whine of the drill.
I wasted no time. Picking up a stick, I carefully sifted through the trash in the basement.
Thirty years had passed. Quite a few people must have visited this place, and the police had destroyed some things back then. Finding any useful clues would come down to luck.
I searched for quite a while, going through nearly all the trash in the basement, before finally finding a clue.
It was a photograph of a painting, but the painting was very strange.
"Come look!"
"There's something here!"
At my shout, Jin Wujie, who was just putting away the tools, immediately ran over.
He reached