Prison Doctor was also stunned.
The reason why he asked this was because he felt the heavy breath of life in Gambler's body.
Therefore, he judged that Gambler should be a person from the old world like him.
That's why he asked such a question.
Unexpectedly, Gambler actually admitted that he had never studied history.
Prison Doctor said with some embarrassment, "Then there's nothing we can do. You don't know the history of the Middle Ages, so I can't share this interesting thing with you."
Gambler is also a little helpless.
This was the first time he felt the inconvenience of being uncultured.
There is no way, he grew up in a casino.
Although there were books brought to him by the casino staff, they did not include books on history.
Therefore, Gambler is blind to what happened in history and knows nothing.
Just when Gambler was about to say something to ease the embarrassment.
Next to the narrow road, the water flow in the diversion channel suddenly became turbulent.
So much so that small whirlpools appeared on the water surface.
The sound of water flowing continuously echoed between Passageway.
Gambler frowned, then said in a deep voice, "There is movement!"
After saying this, he ran quickly in the direction of the water flow.
Just as Prison Doctor reacted, Gambler's figure had already disappeared into the darkness.
The sound of hurried footsteps gradually became fainter until it could no longer be heard.
Prison Doctor hurriedly followed with a kerosene lamp in hand.
But even though he ran with all his strength, he couldn't even see the taillights of Gambler.
In addition, the terrain in the sewer is complicated and there are forks everywhere.
A few minutes later, Prison Doctor stood at a fork in the road and fell into deep thought.
He was pretty sure he was lost.
The water flow in the backflow tank beside him also returned to calm, as if everything that happened before was an illusion.
He was the only one left in the darkness.
The light of the kerosene lamp in his hand worked hard to disperse the surrounding darkness.
The wick of the lamp beat wildly in the entry, like a tiny life struggling in the darkness.
Prison Doctor took a deep breath.
The rotten smell penetrated into his trachea along the air intake hole on his face Beak Mask.
For some reason, Prison Doctor felt a burning sensation in his lungs.
It was like inhaling some deadly poisonous gas.
Prison Doctor sighed in his heart, knowing that he might be being targeted.
He slowly took two steps back until his back hit the wall.
Looking at the darkness ahead, Prison Doctor only had peace in his eyes.
A figure slowly walked out of the darkness.
It sounds like walking, but it's actually more like crawling.
The figure was lying on the ground, crawling in a twisted posture.
Through the dim orange light emitted by the kerosene lamp, Prison Doctor could clearly see the face of the visitor.
It was a pale, bloodless face that could be called sick.
There are long beards on both sides of his face.
There was a long tail trailing behind him, with sparse gray-black hair on it.
Look at his body again.
At this moment, Prison Doctor found that he could not find words to describe that body.
That was not the body of some kind of humanoid or beast at all.
It was made up of rotten rat corpses wrapped together, resembling a torso.
Those rat corpses seemed to be held together by some kind of glue.
Prison Doctor You can even clearly see the gray eyes of the mouse corpse and the dirty strands of hair.
The ultimate rancid smell penetrated Prison Doctor's trachea.
As the other party got closer and closer, the burning feeling in Prison Doctor's lungs became more and more intense.
Prison Doctor did not try to escape, because in such an environment, escape is a very unwise choice.
He took out a syringe from his black windbreaker.
The syringe contains his special antibiotics.
Without any hesitation, Prison Doctor directly inserted the syringe into his heart.
The antibiotics were mixed in his blood and pumped by the heart to all parts of the body.
After the potion in the syringe bottomed out, Prison Doctor felt a lot better.
The burning feeling in the lungs gradually faded.
During this process, Prison Doctor's eyes never left that figure for a moment.
For some reason, he felt a familiar feeling on the other person's body.
Especially that bloodless face, it looked like it had been seen somewhere before.
Just because the impression was not deep, Prison Doctor did not immediately remember where he had seen this face.
The figure came from the water and finally stood in front of the other two passages, blocking two of the three intersections.
"Mr. Mouse?" Prison Doctor was silent for a moment, and finally only thought of such a suitable title.
At this time, he also felt a little funny.
Unexpectedly, the source they were looking for was actually related to rats.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
"Squeak squeak!!!"
In an instant, countless mouse cries sounded from all directions, as if they had been blessed by 3D surround sound.
Prison Doctor raised his head sharply.
Just at this moment, a mouse fell from the ceiling and landed on his Beak Mask.
The mouse was as big as a grown man's hand.
It lay on Prison Doctor's face, staring into Prison Doctor's eyes with its eyes filled with bloodthirsty red light.
At the same time, Prison Doctor noticed the densely packed rats on the ceiling.
They were lying on the ceiling, their sharp claws deeply embedded in the cement.
Likewise, their eyes are full of bloodthirsty red light.
"Squeak squeak!!!"
The mouse lying on Prison Doctor's face waved its claws and scratched Beak Mask on Prison Doctor's face, trying to send the virus on its claws into the other person's body.
However, its attack cannot break Prison Doctor's defense at all.
Not even a trace was left on Beak Mask.
Prison Doctor raised his hand, grabbed the mouse lying on his face, and then threw it to the ground.
This action seemed to turn on some kind of switch.
The mice lying on the ceiling fell like raindrops one after another.
The harsh "squeaking" sound is as constant as the sound of rain.
Not only that, there are countless rats in the diversion trough that are rushing towards this direction crazily.
They gather together like a tide, which can send chills down one's spine.
There were mice with red eyes everywhere on the walls, in the water, and on the ceiling.
If patients with trypophobia see this scene, they may have a physiological reaction of vomiting on the spot.
Fortunately, Prison Doctor is not a patient with trypophobia, so he did not react violently when faced with such a scene.
The huge figure lying in the middle of the fork didn't make any movement, it just looked at Prison Doctor quietly.
The crazy emotion in his eyes made Prison Doctor feel cold.
Obviously, this is a Deity who has lost control.
This is different from what Gambler guessed.
The other party does not have any Gambler thoughts.
It's just crazy.