Chapter 68 Chapter 66

With guns drawn, Collet and his agents swarmed through the front door of Mr. Ray Teabing's house.They fanned out and began to search through all the rooms on the ground floor one by one.On the living room floor they found a hole left by a bullet, a small pool of blood, an odd-looking belt with barbs, and a coil of partially used electrical cord, apparently where there had been a fight. signs.Right now, however, the entire building appears to be deserted. Collet was about to send his men to search the basement and the open space behind the house when he heard voices upstairs. "They're upstairs!"

Collet and his men quickly jumped up the wide stairs and ran in the direction of the sound. They moved from room to room of the mansion to make sure they didn't miss any hidden beds and dim lights. corridor.The sound seemed to come from the last room at the end of an unusually long corridor.Agents pressed down the corridors and blocked all passages. As they approached the last bedroom, Collet saw the door was open.The sound stopped abruptly, replaced by a dull and monotonous roar similar to a motor. Collet raised the weapon he carried, beckoned to his men, and tiptoed to the threshold.There, he found the light switch and snapped it on.Immediately, he and the subordinates who followed him rushed into the room like the wind.He yelled loudly and aimed his gun...but they found that there was nothing in the house.

This empty room gives a very rustic impression. The roar of a car motor was constantly coming from a black electric panel on the wall next to the bed.Collet had seen it in parts of the mansion.These things are probably some system devices used for internal communication.He hurried over.There are about a dozen buttons on the board with labels that read: Study...Kitchen...Laundry...Basement... Where the hell am I hearing the car? ... master bedroom ... sun room ... barn ... home library ... By the way, it's in the barn!Collet was delayed downstairs for a few seconds, then dragged his subordinates along and ran towards the back door.His men walked across the back lawn, holding their breath, to a grizzled barn that had been weathered for years.Before Collet and the others entered, they heard the faint sound of a car motor.He drew his gun, rushed in, and turned on the lights.

To the right of the barn is a rudimentary workshop - a lawn mower, motor vehicle tools, and some special gardening equipment.On a nearby wall hung a familiar intercom panel.A button on the electric board was shaken off and sent out a weak radio signal. Room No. 2. Collet turned around suddenly and rushed up angrily.It turned out that those people were using the intercom system to trick us into going upstairs!Collet searched the other side of the barn and found a long row of stables.But there was no horse inside.Apparently, the owner of the stable preferred to use another kind of horsepower.He converted all the stables into impressive car showrooms.Its collection is also impressive: a Ferrari, a quaint Rolls-Royce, an antique Aston Martin tandem, and an outdated Porsche 356.

The stable at the end, however, was empty. Collet ran over and saw oil stains on the ground.They couldn't possibly run away from this yard!To prevent that from happening, he has sent two patrol cars to block the driveway and gate. "Look, sir!" said a detective, pointing to a long row of stables. The back door of the barn was open, and from it they could see a black, muddy hillside, where the rugged fields stretched to the end of the dark night behind the barn.Collet ran to the door, trying to see what was outside, but he only saw the vague shadow of a tree in the distance, and didn't see any car headlights.In this forested valley, there may be dozens of roads and hunting trails that can't be found on the map. Perhaps it has been stuck somewhere nearby.This kind of luxury racing car is useless against this kind of terrain. "Hey, boss, look!" The detective pointed to a small pegboard nearby where some keys were hung.There are some familiar names written on the label above the key:

Daimler...Rolls-Royce...Aston Martin...Porsche... But the last plug was empty. Collet read the label on the empty bolt and knew right away that he was in trouble.