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The night is long.

Who should I go to today?

Fisk thought of Monica. Perhaps that cold female vampire was a good choice and also a good choice to sober up.

The elevator was empty when it opened. There was no one in the elevator. Fisk walked in dazed, but did not notice that the golden key in his pocket suddenly burst into light.

The elevator door slowly closed, blocking out the sound coming from the dance hall not far away. As the light flickered, a rumbling sound began to come from above the elevator.

Fisk raised his head and found that the number seventeen above his head was rapidly decreasing until it turned into three question marks.

The feeling of falling became stronger and stronger, as if someone was operating the elevator, or someone had cut the elevator ropes and wanted to throw him to death.

Just as Fisk was considering whether to break the elevator and escape, the elevator suddenly stopped.

A heavy feeling of falling spread over Fisk's body.

His knees went weak and he almost fell to his knees.

Fortunately, he managed to hold on with his own strength.

But behind the slowly opening elevator door was not a luxuriously decorated underground parking garage filled with luxury cars.

Instead, it was a dark and dilapidated underground space that exuded a strong musty smell, and the walls were covered with moss.

Chapter 51 Hey, man, it's time to work overtime!

“I might have drunk too much!”

Fisk was still a little dizzy.

Obviously, he was still in a state of paralysis by alcohol.

However, his reason told him that the little bit of alcohol was not enough to affect his judgment.

He looked at the glowing elevator buttons.

I glanced again at the dim underground parking lot outside.

He reached out and pressed the button for the first floor.

The elevator door closed and the feeling of weightlessness came again. After about ten seconds, the elevator door opened again and a waiter in concierge uniform enthusiastically brought a steaming hot towel.

This is used to sober up the guests and wipe their faces.

The service was very attentive.

But tip.

Fisk took the hot towel and walked out of the elevator.

After walking around the brightly lit hall twice, he went back into the elevator.

Standing in an elevator with the door open.

Fisk looked at the number on the button.

He hesitated for a moment.

As if he remembered something.

He took out the golden key from his pocket.

I wiped the sweat from under my neck with a hot towel.

Fisk closed the elevator door.

And the key also disappeared in the colorful light.

A question mark appeared on the button pad.

It appeared out of nowhere, without any signs.

It was as if it had grown out of the steel panel, and the key in Fisk's hand also disappeared.

Fisk opened the elevator again and walked out.

My pocket felt heavy.

The key appeared in Fisk's pocket again.

"Is it so magical?"

Fisk pursed his lips.

"Sir, may I help you?"

The waiter on the first floor saw Fisk walking up and down in the elevator and thought something had happened in the elevator.

He bravely came over and offered to help.

Fisk waved his hand and told the waiter to go away.

Then, he walked into the elevator resolutely.

Pressed the question mark button.

The night is long, so why not go and see what his reward is.

Back to that dim underground parking lot.

The musty smell that hit him in the face dispelled the last trace of drowsiness in Fisk's mind.

There are lights in the underground parking lot, but perhaps because they have been turned on for a long time, the lights have turned dim yellow.

Some lights even started to flicker, and it felt like they could go out completely at any time.

Take a step forward.

Fisk stepped into the underground parking lot, and the elevator door behind him closed with a ding-dong sound.

But it didn't disappear.

The elevator door, which looked gorgeous and luxurious and inlaid with gold metal edges, seemed out of place in this dim and dilapidated underground parking lot.

However, the golden door cracks and side strips were particularly eye-catching under the dim light, like signposts, guiding Fisk in the direction of return.

Behind the dust on the ground was a soft carpet. When you stepped on it, it felt like you were stepping on snow. The soles of your shoes sank into it, making a creaking sound.

It's not hard to walk, but it's hard to listen to.

“This is New York?

Or... somewhere else?"

After walking a few steps, a tattered promotional poster appeared on the wall. It showed a beautiful blonde girl with curvy figure, pointing to a city in the distance. Above the city was an even more eye-catching English sign.

Raccoon City!

Fisk pursed his lips.

"Hopefully... it won't be that Raccoon City."

The underground space was large and looked like an air-raid shelter and parking lot. Some cars that had become rusty, moldy, and rotten, with their metal frames exposed, appeared in front of Fisker.

It looks like these cars have been here for at least four or five years...or even longer.

Because the rubber tires wrapped around the metal wheels have become brittle.

"Abandoned, or... no one in it!"

Fisker tried to open the door.

In fact, there was no skill involved at all, he just lightly placed his palm on the car door and easily pulled the rotten door down.

The interior decoration of the car has also been severely damaged.

Even the glove box on the passenger side had completely decayed and melted, turning into a glue-like substance. Fisker's palm made a hole in it with a light touch. The glue-like plastic stuck to his palm and could not be shaken off no matter how hard he shook it.

However, he finally got something he could use from the glove box - a newspaper.

A yellowed newspaper with blurred words.

The densely packed letters below were already blurry and unclear, but the Raccoon City Daily and timestamp at the top were clearly visible.

1998/9/30

The handwriting below is not clear.

The subtitle below is also blurred, but some letters can still be made out.

Fisk could only guess, stringing the letters together into words and reading them out - unknown... rabies... sweeping the entire city... Fisk brought the newspaper closer.

His eyes were almost glued to the newspaper.

But in the end, he could only shake his head helplessly.

The handwriting is too blurry.

It's impossible to see clearly.

At this moment, the already dim light above my head suddenly went out.

The entire underground parking lot was plunged into darkness. It was pitch dark without a single glimpse of any light source. Only the elevator door in the distance was faintly emitting a dark golden light.

But the light was too dim.

almost negligible.

Fisk was not fully prepared.

I can only give up exploring temporarily.

Go back and get a flashlight.

By the way... drag Lester along.

If this place is really Raccoon City, who knows if there will be zombies.

If there really were zombies, Lester's 100% accurate shooting skills would come in handy.

Fisk paused.

Although Fisk had a hunch that this world might no longer be his Marvel world, but another world, he still wanted to confirm his thoughts.

The verification method is also very simple.