Chapter 11 Three doors in the basement

Casper had time to rest after peeling three baskets of potatoes.He put down the kitchen knife, dried his wet hands on his trousers, and walked to the room where the great magician Chu Wameng stored food to see if there was anything to eat. He went into the pantry, and his eyes rested immediately on a small bucket of pickles. "Eat something sour, and the spirit will come!" Casper thought. "It seems that this is the right medicine for me!" After eating three pickled cucumbers, Casper lifted his spirits and felt much more stable. Then he tasted some marmalade from a can beside the keg and drank some skimmed milk.Finally cut another length of Italian sausage.

It's true that there are hams and sausages in Chuwameng's food room, especially sausages, which can be said to be of various types, complete in variety, ranging from long sausages to thick sausages, everything is available.Those sausages are hanging from the ceiling, just reach for them. "It's a paradise for idlers!" thought Casper. Just as he was standing there in a daze, looking up at the sausages, suddenly there was a dull, moaning sound. "Woo, chirp, chirp, chirp!" Casper was terrified when he heard that, and his body couldn't help but tremble.Hey, is there anyone else in this magical mansion besides him?If so, who is this person?

"Ouch," Casper mused. "Maybe someone who was victimized like me!" Casper cut a piece of sausage and stuffed it into his mouth to chew.At this time, he heard another sob. "Woo-chirp-woo!" The voice was so dull and sad that Casper's heart skipped a beat.There are people!That man must have suffered a lot. "Can I help him a little?" Casper wondered. "I'm here to find out what's going on? I can't stand the sound. It sounds so sad!" Casper turned his ears to listen carefully to where the sobs were coming from.He followed the sound.Walk out of the pantry, go back to the kitchen, and then walk from the kitchen to the outside corridor, and go straight to the entrance of the basement.

"Woo-chu-chu-chu-chu!" Casper heard the voice. The voice came from deep in the basement. Does he have the courage to go down? "I've gone to fetch the lamp, and I'll be right there!" Casper shouted down below. Casper returned to the kitchen, took the kerosene lantern off the hook of the sink, took the match, struck the fire with a sniff, lit the wick, and the lantern lit.He walked down the slippery stone steps carefully and step by step. Not only was it damp and moldy, but also there was a chill.Big drops of water dripped from the ceiling and kept falling on his hat.He walked down a narrow corridor.After another ten or twenty steps, I saw a door.

The door was covered with iron, and above it hung a sign surrounded by a black frame. "Strictly No Entry" Casper read the words on the sign, hesitated for a moment, then heard the sobbing again, and decided to go down anyway.He pushed the doorknob and pushed the door open. But what if he goes in?After passing through the first door, I encountered the second door.The door was still covered with iron, and above it hung a large sign surrounded by a black frame.He held up his lantern to look: "Strictly No Entry" "Ouch!" Casper mused. "Why is it getting more and more banned!"

But now he found courage, and when he heard the sobbing, he pushed open the door. Hell, that door wasn't the last one on the road!He walked another six or seven steps, and before he knew it, he came to the third door.On that door also hangs a larger sign in a black frame with the already predictable text "Strictly No Entry" Casper felt a rumbling stomach, whether it was from fear or from the pickles and skim milk. "Why don't you just go back?" he thought. At this moment, the sound of "woo-chiu-chiu-chuu wu" came from behind the third door.The sound made Casper feel horrified and horrible.He could not help but forget the pain in his stomach and the thought of fear.

Casper took a step forward, grabbed the handle on the door, and only heard a few creaks (the creaking sound sounded strange), and the door opened. The creaking of the door was eerie.