Rhodes Island does not exist.

Therefore, the doctor has always believed that the elevators in Rhodes Island never actually moved; it was just that the space around them changed when you pressed the numbers.

Forget about elevators; this thing probably doesn't even have an elevator shaft. Its movement is just deliberate swaying, and the feeling of weightlessness is merely a simulation created to convince the people inside.

"Ding."

Then, while the doctor was lost in thought, the elevator doors opened.

The moment the door slid open to the sides, a sudden, inexplicable sharp pain shot up my arm.

The pain came from the contraction of the thorny vines, a behavior resembling a biological stress response.

This suggests that it, which was once considered strange, may have sensed some danger.

The doctor held his breath and began to observe the sixth floor within his visible range.

The atmosphere here is indeed different from other parts of Rhodes Island.

The fourth and tenth floors were similar to hospital wards, while the eighth floor was like a plaza. The third floor was like a hospital operating room, and the fifth floor was like a prison cell.

What about the sixth floor?

Although the doctor found it difficult to describe exactly what the sixth floor was like, based on his first impression, it probably looked like a factory, or rather... a warehouse.

Strange, I clearly remember someone saying that the sixth floor was an abandoned little shop?

But this place doesn't seem to have anything to do with small shops at all.

Could it be that my memory is faulty? Or that I received incorrect information?

No, it shouldn't be.

If this place can be linked to supplies, then it would actually be a good thing if it looked like a warehouse.

"here it is……"

Stepping out of the elevator, the doctor scanned his surroundings in the dim light to determine his location.

"Based on my initial assessment, this should be some corner on the sixth floor." Looking at the wall on the left and a large pile of crates lined up along the right that completely blocked his view, the doctor drew the approximate location on a map he had created in his mind.

Several small doors are located on the left wall within the visible range.

If this is indeed a factory warehouse, then the area inside the door should be an office or a break room.

"Let's just feel our way along the wall first," the doctor muttered to himself. "Although the contents of those crates are a bit intriguing, it's best not to touch them right away."

My right arm is still stinging.

That was a warning coming from the remnants of the lavender.

The doctor was no fool, of course, so he knew very well that he should be more vigilant and keep his distance from boxes full of unknowns.

"These crates completely block my view; I can't see what's on the other side at all." As he slowly walked along the wall, the doctor realized that he couldn't see the scene on the right side of the warehouse at all.

If he wants to broaden his field of vision, he must now move the crates aside, or rather, find a gap to observe from those tightly packed, high-stacked boxes.

However, given the current situation, neither of these approaches is very feasible.

We can only hope that after walking along the left wall to the end, we will find some gaps or passages leading to the other side.

"We've arrived. This is the first door."

The doctor stopped in his tracks.

He stood at the door of the first room on the sixth floor.

The door's appearance was not special; in fact, it had an extremely rustic and weathered look. Even the nameplate nailed above the door frame was covered with cracks, making it almost impossible to discern the words written on it.

"……Room."

"Wait, what is this word? Kazimir or Ursus?"

The doctor tiptoed slightly, peering closer at the words on the doorplate. Although he had lost his memory, the languages ​​he had learned seemed to remain, not betraying him despite the erasure of his memories.

In the end, the doctor was able to discern the origin of the text and read out the few blurred Ursus letters engraved in the patterns.

"Hot water room".

"Ah, just in time we're out of water reserves." After reading those three words, the doctor's voice was tinged with a hint of joy.

Although he wasn't sure if the water in the water room was actually drinkable, or if there might not be any water at all.

After all, I used to leave bottled water in my room.

But if you don't go inside, you can't understand anything.

Chapter 158, Chapter 157: Lend me that gun, or lend me five cents.

The room was cramped.

Three low cabinets were placed against the wall, each with a metal can stacked on top. A tap protruded from the bottom of the can, the purpose of which was obvious.

"squeak--"

The doctor tentatively reached out and turned on the tap of one of the jars, but nothing came out.

After thinking for a moment, he tapped the sides of the other two jars lightly with his knuckles.

"Boom, boom."

The sound echoed hollowly.

There is nothing inside.

Actually, you should have understood this from the moment you saw the words "hot water room".

The so-called hot water room is just a place to store pre-heated water for people to use. In an environment like Rhodes Island, there probably wouldn't be anyone specifically responsible for changing the water tanks.

Rather, it would be strange if there were actually hot water in that jar.

“But there should be something in the cabinets below.” The doctor shifted his gaze from the metal cans to the low cabinets that served as their bases, and each cabinet had two sliding doors.

Under normal circumstances, these cabinets would probably be used to store things like water cups, tea, or coffee.

After all, isn't that what the water room is for?

Thinking about this nonsensical thing, the professor squatted down and opened the cabinet door on the left.

"squeak--"

He was used to the hinge's screams.

Moreover, he was more concerned about what was inside the cabinet than the deafening sound in his ears.

Unfortunately, the cabinet on the left was completely empty.

It's as if the people who originally worked in this factory warehouse took their personal belongings with them during the evacuation.

However, there are still two cabinets.

So the doctor opened the cabinet on the right.

It was still empty—except for two shriveled insect corpses.

So, only the middle cabinet is left.

There's a reason why the professor opened the middle cabinet last.

"There's no other way but to be a little savage."

Taking two steps back, the doctor made sure he had some room to maneuver in the narrow space before raising his pickaxe.

The direction of the pickaxe tip was where the cabinet door was located—a rusty iron lock was hanging on the latch of the low cabinet. Although it had been weathered and broken by time, it was not something that could be fixed by hand.

Therefore, he chose to break it open directly with a pickaxe.

"call."

Taking a deep breath, the doctor swung his pickaxe at the location he could see with his eyes.

The jet-black arc pierced the air and landed precisely on the bow-shaped latch of the iron lock.

"Ding!"

A crisp metallic sound rang out, accompanied by a burst of sparks, and a visible gap appeared before the doctor's eyes.

"It works."

Observing the condition of the gap, the doctor confirmed that his actions were correct and swung the pickaxe again.

"Ding!"

The second chisel strike landed precisely where it should have landed, as if the doctor's chisel strike had landed not on the lock but on a magnet with immense attraction.

But this time, although the target was in the same spot, it wasn't enough to make it fall off.

So the doctor raised the pickaxe again and swung it down hard.

"Ding!"

The third chisel strike was no different from the second.

The doctor's three consecutive chisels landed in exactly the same spot, without any element of randomness, only absolute certainty.

But the doctor didn't realize this; he simply took it for granted.

Just as rain falls from the sky, people cry, eagles soar, fish dive, and tigers and leopards run.

"Boom."

The shattered lock broke in two and fell to the ground.

The doctor crouched down, reached out his left hand, and opened the cabinet door.

There was a gun in the cabinet.

Although the Doctor had never seen any firearms on Rhodes Island, he recognized the object lying quietly in the cabinet as a short gun based on the knowledge he had retained in his mind.

Its official name, according to the Blacksteel employees or the Lateran angels, is hand-held firearm, or simply pistol.

Like all the guns invented or excavated by the Sarkaz, this is also a staff that embodies advanced Originium Arts.

However, compared to those repeating guns, its firing and shooting techniques are much simpler.

Why is there a handgun in the cabinet in the hot water room...?

Although doubts arose in his mind, the doctor still took the gun out of the cabinet without hesitation and examined it carefully in his hand.

However, even after careful observation, the doctor could only draw some simple conclusions.

After all, he didn't understand firearms.

What else could he, a layman, possibly see?

It's nothing more than a streamlined, elegant, and sturdy gun body, a cool, black paint job, and the fact that the firing mechanism is still functioning properly.

"It's a good gun."

After repeated observation, the doctor removed the magazine from the gun.

Surprisingly, there were still six bullets left in the magazine.

"We need to use this sparingly."

Wiping his surprise with his sleeve, the doctor reloaded the magazine into the pistol, carefully disengaged the safety, and placed it in the inner pocket of his coat.

For the Doctor, a pickaxe is usually sufficient.

If he were to need to use this secret weapon, it would have to be under very special circumstances.

"Well, even though we didn't get any drinking water, it wasn't a wasted trip."

The doctor stood up, straightened his clothes, and then turned around to open the door leading to the storeroom.

But his hand didn't reach for the doorknob; it remained suspended in mid-air.

His arm didn't stop on its own.

It was the tightly bound remnants of lavender that stopped him.

Just as he was about to reach out, the thorns that had pierced his flesh seemed to burst forth with a large number of barbs, forcibly stopping the doctor's hand in place with the pain.

"What... happened?"

Although the doctor was annoyed by Lavender's haphazard use of pain to issue warnings, he knew that honest advice, though unpleasant to hear, was beneficial, so he did not utter any words of blame, but instead focused on the message she was conveying.

This pain had flared up once before when the elevator doors opened, but it was nothing compared to what I felt just now. To give you an analogy, it's like the difference between a mosquito bite and a needle prick on your finger.

Thinking about it this way, lavender probably wanted to use the degree of pain to classify the warning levels for the doctor.