After quickly finalizing some details with Amos Baker, Dean and his team took a speedboat and headed towards the fog after making a simple plan.

"After we get to the island, let's gather together first..." Dean was talking, and then he looked at the other two speedboats that were going hand in hand not far away.

In their group, a total of three waves of people came to the island at the same time.

On the left is a team composed of Sauna locals, many of whom have children who were invited to the island before.

The disappearance of more than a dozen groups of explorers in a row has not stopped the adults from caring for the children. The strength of this crew is quite impressive.

On the right is a group of teams that look like pirates. Even though they are not dressed as pirates, that's the impression they gave Dean.

Dean gained some understanding of both waves of people through Amos. It seemed that the 'pirates' came to the island for some private matter, not for the missing children.

If they still insist on going to the island under such circumstances, Dean expects that their private matter will be no big deal.

The people on the three ships glanced at each other calmly, and no one took the initiative to talk to them.

Dean glanced at the starry sky and saw that the lazy cat was still sleeping.

Luona with a serious look on her face, Varya who is full of energy, Bi Ya with a nervous look on her face, and Mutu who has once again transformed into Erha form.

Accompanied by the roar of the speedboat and the turbulent waves, the group bathed in the salty water vapor and finally fell into the thick fog...

...

The moment he entered the thick fog, Dean felt a huge pulling force pulling him desperately, as if he was afraid that his 'prey' would escape.

The thick mist strangely blocked the five senses, and even mental perception was ineffective.

Dean was familiar with this, as the fog of the dead had a similar effect.

It looks more and more like what was speculated.

"We..." As soon as the two words came out of his mouth, Dean stopped, and his shoulders and back suddenly became relaxed.

He touched it, and Yaya and Xingkong were gone?!

"Na! Varya! Mutu!" Dean stood on the boat and shouted loudly.

He didn't move.

The sound of the engine was still roaring, and no one responded to Dean...

Soon, the thick fog gradually dissipated.

Oh, it turns out that we passed through the outer ‘fog wall’.

He is the only one!

And the location we are in now is not a place similar to a dock at all!

Where can I see the sea water!

Dim...with some faint orange light...

Like a big room?

All my friends have disappeared!

Spiritual perception spread instantly, but Dean did not find any abnormal energy. He held an eagle claw dagger and tried to contact Luona in a secret way.

It's a pity...it doesn't work...

'It's interesting...' The ethereal form was once again restricted to the point of being unusable, which made Dean more and more certain that the environment on the island was closely related to the world of death.

Except for Xi Ya, he wasn't too worried about his other companions.

Glancing at the empty hood behind him, Dean began to observe the surrounding environment.

The air was still filled with water vapor, and the humid environment soon created a layer of water mist on the surface of his body...

It doesn't smell like sea water.

Dean wiped the water stains on his face, and his pair of green eyes were like lanterns guiding the underworld, swaying from time to time in the darkness.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...tick tock...

The faucet somewhere is not tightened.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...tick tock...

The old-fashioned pendulum swings back and forth in nowhere.

‘Bathhouse?’ Dean had already seen the surrounding environment clearly, but he wasn’t quite sure yet.

The tempered glass wall divides the huge space into grids like tofu blocks. Each grid is almost 5 square meters. It is equipped with a dressing table with a sink, three drawers, a low cabinet on the left and right, and a small cabinet.

There are trash cans next to each other and an armchair placed in the hollow space under the table.

If it is really a bathhouse, it is more likely to be used by women.

Dean glanced at himself in the dressing mirror, looking as strange as a dead person, and began to check the things on the dressing table.

Hand cream...hand sanitizer...lipstick...and a few facial masks...

All have not been used.

Bang~~

The drawer is not locked, there is a mini hair dryer...comb...hairpin...

Dean even saw hair removal tools.

"It's quite retro..." Dean sighed in his heart as he put things back in their place one by one out of habit.

Nowadays, with such advanced technology, these things are indeed considered antiques.

But he wasn't particularly surprised by this.

As a person who has lived in Remont, which is the most technologically advanced place, since childhood, high technology is commonplace, but this does not mean that the same is true in other areas.

Isn't it that network communication is a 'luxury' here? When he first woke up in the garbage dump, the lives of the Bolkin brothers had almost nothing to do with technology.

High technology belongs to the upper class...

Thinking of this, Dean couldn't help but touch the pendant of the necklace...

That's Kate's broken 21 Krypton.

He always carried it.

Opening the low cabinet, there were folded white nightgowns, well-packaged slippers and other daily necessities.

Like the items in the drawer and on the dressing table, they are all brand new and unused.

"It does look like a place similar to a bathhouse..." There was nothing in the trash can. Dean opened the drawer on the other side, but there was nothing in it.

"You were so nice to me? You teleported me directly to the women's bathhouse, but unfortunately, I didn't see anything..." After quickly checking the dressing table, Dean stretched out his hand to turn the faucet.

Wow - Wow -

The sound of water suddenly broke the silence, like a bomb, with water droplets like fragments bouncing around at high speed and shooting in all directions.

The wash basin is actually closed, and the whirlpool mouth has a transparent isolation plate.

Water splashed all over Dean, but luckily he didn't turn the car too high at once, otherwise he might have had to take a 'bath' at this moment.

Turning the faucet back on, Dean wiped away a few drops of liquid that fell on his chin, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Where is this water?

This is obviously blood!

Thick... fishy smell... seems to have a hint of warmth...

Dean rubbed the bright red spot between his thumb and forefinger with his fingers and muttered, "It's useless to scare me..."

The moisture in the air seemed to be heavier, and gradually the smell of blood began to be mixed in, and it became stronger and stronger.

Walking towards what looked like an intersection, Dean leisurely searched for the dressing table along the way...

Some items have traces of use. If you carefully identify them, the time span can be judged to be between a few days.

"It seems that after the thick fog sealed the island, there are still people here who continue to live a normal life..." Dean closed the cap of the hand cream again, and the liquid overflowing from the edge of the thread was still soft.

...

After walking through the corridor several times and returning to the same place, Dean understood that he had been beaten into a wall by a ghost.

The atmosphere of the Death World here is very strong. According to his own understanding of the Death World, if he does not find the 'ritual', it may be difficult to leave the bathhouse.

"Hey!" Dean put one hand in his pocket and shouted into the dim space, "If you don't come out, I'm going to cause havoc." The Eagle Claw dagger in his other hand flipped back and forth between his fingers.

"It's very sharp..."

bite--
Chapter completed!