While thinking, Wendell put away the confidential report, stood up calmly, put on his coat, and put on his top hat.

Then, with the suitcase in one hand and the umbrella in the other, he calmly walked to the door and twisted the handle.

At this time, the corridor was dark, with only a few gas wall lamps on both sides emitting a light that was not bright enough, adding a bit of a human atmosphere to the environment that was so quiet that one could hear a sewing needle falling to the ground.

When Wendell stepped into the corridor, there was a slight creaking sound from the wooden floor under his feet, which was so obvious in the extremely cold and quiet night, and it spread far, far away.

Frowning slightly, Wendell pretended to step forward, approaching the stairs in the middle of the corridor.

He walked without any scruples, and he didn't feel like hiding at all.

Seeing that the stairs were getting closer, there was a creaking sound behind him.

"Sir, where do you want to go?" A slightly intermittent male voice came into Wendell's ears immediately.

Wendell's body froze, he turned back slowly, and saw the wooden door of the "service room" open, and a waiter came out, standing in the shadow of the door.

He quickly put on a smile, and said calmly: "I left some important items on the steam train. I am afraid that someone will take them away, so I have no choice but to return now."

Speaking of this, he complained in a low voice: "There was a murder in the hotel, I don't want to stay here anymore, I can't sleep at all."

"I'm sorry." The waiter bowed slightly and responded.

"I will not publicize this matter." Wendell nodded and promised, without stopping, turned and walked towards the stairs.

Perhaps because of the dim light at night, he walked very cautiously, every step seemed to be on the edge of a cliff.

One step, two steps, three steps... Wendell, who had been on guard against the waiter behind him, finally returned to the first floor.

In the hotel lobby at this time, there was no one there, and all the items were hidden in the darkness, with vague outlines illuminated by the light outside, like a monster that only wanted to eat people.

Wendell looked ahead, walked through the gloomy hall, and arrived at the door.

He had just pushed the door open when he suddenly heard a rustling sound from behind. It seemed that there were mice moving, and it seemed that someone was approaching here lightly.

The back of Wendell's head went numb for a while, but he still resisted the urge to run away, and looked up at the sky where the rain had stopped as usual.

Then, he took a breath of the cold and clear air, figured out the direction, and headed for the steam train station.

His pace picked up gradually, and he looked a little afraid of the night, impatient to finish the journey.

Walking and walking, Wendell saw a sign out of the corner of his eye: "Utopia Telegraph Bureau"

The Telegraph Bureau... Maybe you can try to sneak in and send an urgent telegram to Backlund headquarters and the Escorson military base, so that you can expect the rescue of the demigods... If I am really trapped here, Unable to leave, this is the only way to save himself... Wendell thought about it, walked a few steps obliquely, and arrived at the door of the Utopia Telegraph Office.

He didn't rush to find a place to sneak in, but concentrated his mind and listened to the movements inside.

He immediately heard intermittent, relatively heavy breathing.

This made Wendell sometimes feel that there was no one inside at all, and sometimes that there was more than one person.

Suddenly, the sound of breathing stopped completely.

At this moment, all the hairs on Wendell's body stood up.

His intuition told him that behind the gate of the telegraph office, there was a figure standing there quietly!

Without hesitation, Wendell immediately gave up the idea of ??sending a telegram, crossed the gate, and moved on. JrNovels.com