Li Ang took out the little pony puppet and had Ur Wunnian confirm if it matched the one in his memory. After Ur Wunnian confirmed it, Li Ang told his teammates that he had also found the English word 'Croatoan' at the pulley assembly.

"Every time we encounter an abnormal organ, it triggers a memory of the estate's past."

Li Ang glanced at Ur Wunnian and said, "The text near the pulley assembly proves one thing: even if Ur Wunnian were to die completely, we wouldn't be left without information. We could still link the clues to Roanoke Island through that line of English."

An inexplicable chill ran down Ur Wunnian's spine. Thinking of something, he asked the other three, "What about Dong Fengpo? Didn't you find him?"

"No."

The Stonemason shook his head. "After each of us completed a task objective and met up, we had already searched most of the estate. We made noise the entire time but received no response from Dong Fengpo, nor did we find any trace of him. We finally found this storeroom."

"..."

Ur Wunnian was silent for a moment. He had struggled to survive in this freight shaft for so long and had only managed to make it out alive with his teammates' help. The missing Dong Fengpo hadn't responded, and no System prompt had sounded either... It was not looking good.

"Let's go."

The Stonemason shook his head and said indifferently, "We need to hurry and continue searching the house." Regardless of Dong Fengpo's current state, quickly searching the estate and finding the abnormal organs was always the right course of action.

The four players left the storeroom and continued down the corridor.

This corridor was on the basement level, spanning the left and right ends of the estate. Its walls were made of solid green bricks, and it was spacious, straight, and well-lit. This alone was enough to indicate that the financial situation of the estate's original Builder had been quite good.

The group searched rooms such as the servants' bedrooms but found no clues. As time passed, the likelihood of Dong Fengpo still being alive diminished.

The last room in the corridor was a cellar with a low, arched stone door. Shelves filled with dusty wine bottles lined the walls, and some oak barrels were piled in a corner.

Forest Cat, as she had done before, took a photo of the cellar but still came up empty-handed.

"This is the last room in the estate," Forest Cat frowned and said. "Where are Dong Fengpo and those abnormal organs?"

"Should we go back and search?" Ur Wunnian asked. "Start over from the living room on the first floor?"

"Wait, I've found something."

The Stonemason, who was feeling around in the corner, turned and called out. After moving the oak barrels piled in the corner, he squatted down and stared at a large patch of lighter-colored square tiles on the wall.

Using a box cutter, he chiseled into the crevices between the tiles, gently prying them loose. After dismantling them, a man-high, winding, dark, circular passage was revealed.

"Is it here?"

The Stonemason held a flashlight and peered inside. There was no strange odor in the air, and his Scout skill indicated no signs of him being poisoned.

"The air inside is flowing."

The Stonemason listened intently for a while and examined the electrical wires attached to the stone walls of the secret passage. Then, he turned to his teammates and said, "There are traces of electrical wiring here. It probably leads to a generator room or something similar. Should we go down?"

The presence of electricity in the silent, deserted mansion was inherently strange. Even if the players hadn't discovered this secret passage, they could have located it by following the electrical wires. In other words, this secret passage was likely the path to other abnormal organs. Going down was, of course, necessary.

Stonemason and Ur Wunnian forged ahead. Forest Cat followed, taking pictures with her camera every so often. Li Ang brought up the rear, holding a stone arm in his hand and rhythmically tapping the stone walls, listening for echoes.

Following the winding staircase, the four players descended for a while until they reached solid ground.

Here, they found another stone corridor within the enclosed space. It was devoid of any lighting and stretched forward for a considerable distance into the darkness.

GASP—GASP—

Difficult breathing sounds emanated from a room up ahead. It sounded like someone gasping for air after their trachea had been slit open. Near the winding staircase, a hole had been forcibly chiseled into the outer wall of the room. Countless electrical wires passed through this hole, extending inside.

This must be the generator room, Stonemason thought. He didn't rush forward. Instead, he turned and exchanged glances with his companions, signaling Forest Cat to take a picture of the room.

Although Forest Cat hadn't explained the specific Special Effect of her Divination Polaroid, all the players present were shrewd. Just by observing her actions, they could roughly guess that it was likely a functional item of the Prediction and Scout type.

Forest Cat didn't waste words. She took up the camera and snapped a picture of the room.

This was the first time the Divination Polaroid had triggered. The resulting photo was pitch black, showing nothing discernible.

What's going on? Could it be that a black person will stand here in a few minutes, perfectly blocking the camera lens?

Forest Cat was unconvinced. After the Divination Polaroid's Special Effect cooldown finished, she changed her angle and took another picture of the room and corridor.

The newly developed photo was still pitch black.

Forest Cat frowned. With a gloomy expression, she put away the camera and shook her head at Stonemason.

Without a word, Stonemason picked up his box cutter and gestured to his teammates. He then deftly climbed the room's outer wall, peeking through the hole where the electrical wires entered.

The room wasn't particularly spacious. Inside, there were indeed several crude diesel generators. However, what was most eye-catching was the wooden table in the center of the room.

On that wooden table lay an old woman's shriveled and withered head, resembling a grey-black, dried-out pineapple.

GASP—GASP—

The head labored to breathe, like a broken bellows. Without a torso, it could only open and close its mouth, futilely trying to draw in air, only to pump it back out through the severed trachea at its neck.

Almost at the instant Stonemason spotted the old woman's head and his pupils contracted, the dried pineapple-like head seemed to sense his prying gaze. It fiercely snapped open its shriveled eyes, and a tremendous surge of invisible Energy erupted around it.

The air rippled, and the formless Energy solidified into a Sharp Spear. It pierced straight through the thick, sturdy wall, blasting directly into Stonemason, who was perched on it.

BANG—

Stonemason was sent tumbling, crashing hard into the corridor wall. His left arm, which had absorbed some of the impact, twisted abnormally. His forearm and upper arm formed an unnatural ninety-degree angle, the limb hanging limply towards the ground.

"Be careful—she has Telekinetic Power!" Stonemason shouted, having crashed to the ground. Disregarding the searing pain in his spine, he reached with his right hand, grabbed his left wrist, and wrenched it hard.

With a CRACK, he managed to wrench his dislocated and twisted left arm back into place.