Const Orphanage 12

He vividly felt the energy permeating the air around him, as if all of it was at his disposal.

He longed to run, to dash away at unprecedented speed, to escape this perilous place!

Blair was lying on Elvira's shoulder, her eyes tightly shut, unwilling to witness the terrifying red lights.

Suddenly, a gust of wind brushed her cheek, and she abruptly opened her eyes to find everything around them had instantaneously changed. When Elvira regained his senses, to his astonishment, they had teleported to the door! The menacing laser grid was almost within reach!

However, Elvira had no time to look for a switch on the door. He had to find a way out before the laser grid could touch them!

An image crossed his mind: a girl with brown hair tied to an experimental table, her eyes dull and lifeless, almost devoid of any sign of life. The man in the lab coat suddenly remembered he had forgotten something and walked to the door, pressing a yellow button among a row of buttons beside it.

The yellow button!

Using the dim red light for guidance, Elvira hurled his dagger with all his might at the yellow button among the row. This was his only chance!

The dagger traced a neat arc through the air, as if it could slice through the atmosphere itself. Elvira placed all his hopes on this dagger. He had to hit that yellow button!

The door finally opened! Without hesitation, Elvira leaped into the air, jumping to the right as if diving from a ship into the sea. He used all his strength to protect Blair's head as they crashed heavily to the ground.

Sensing no intruder, the laser grid automatically dissipated. Elvira's racing heart gradually calmed down. The cold floor helped to clear his head. He quickly got up, helped Blair to her feet, and asked anxiously in a low voice, "Are you hurt?"

"I'm, I'm okay," Blair responded softly, touching her face and letting out a sigh of relief.

"You... you're bleeding?" Blair felt a few drops of hot liquid fall on her hand, her voice trembling as she tugged at Elvira's sleeve.

"Let's get out of here first." Elvira carelessly wiped the blood on his hand onto his clothes, took Blair's hand, and carefully scanned their surroundings before leaving.

Altair instantly noticed the red laser beams at the end of the room and looked up at the laboratory's ceiling. In the darkness, he saw a neat metal cover, airtight.

The red laser beams raced towards him like sharp blades, horizontally slicing through the entire laboratory.

With composure, he stepped over the first two beams and then forcefully pushed an experiment table to vault over the last two.

He observed the specimens inside the glass box, those beggars looking back at him timidly, their bodies trembling nonstop.

Altair noted that the laser beams did not penetrate the glass box. He looked towards the laser grid formed at the end and then clenched his fist, smashing it towards the glass dome.

"Bang!" His fist left a deep dent in the glass dome. Suddenly, with a bursting sound, a crack appeared in the glass!

Altair didn't pause, striking the glass dome again with force.

"Bang!" The crack widened, and finally, the glass dome shattered under Altair's relentless assault.

Without hesitation, Altair stepped in.

The space inside the glass dome was cramped, barely enough for a second person. Altair looked down at the beggar curled up in the corner, hesitated for a moment, and then quietly apologized.

The red laser grid swept over, but the person inside the box remained unharmed.

Altair, in the darkness, followed the direction of the laser beams and saw figures running in the distance. Initially, Altair planned to rush to save Elvira and the other person, but after sensing unusual magical fluctuations, the two managed to escape successfully.

Was Elvira a descendant of a male wizard family, destined to inherit their magic? Since Lorcan's disappearance, these two magical families had vanished without a trace. No one in the supernatural community knew what had happened.

As they fled, he also heard the sound of metal hitting the ground, and the red laser beams disappeared, plunging the laboratory back into silence.

In the pitch-dark lab, only hundreds of breathing sounds and that unpleasant stench of evil lingered.

Altair stepped out from under the glass dome, dusting off his black trench coat. In the night, his blue vertical pupils stared at the beggar crouching in a corner, who was trembling violently, too afraid to lift his head to meet Altair's gaze.

Altair didn't say anything further, simply following the sound's direction. He bent down to pick up the dagger that Elvira had dropped. In the dark, he touched the patterns on the dagger. Could this be an artifact SCPfrom the witch Halliwell family?

How did Elvira come to possess this item?

Holding the dagger, Altair stepped away from the basement.

Meanwhile, Elvira and Blair had returned to the second floor. The white lights, still flickering on and off, somehow offered a sigh of relief.

"Let me see if you're hurt." Elvira carried Blair to room 203, examining her in the light.

"It's okay." Blair tucked her arm behind her, speaking softly.

Elvira crouched down, grabbed her arm, and upon closer inspection, found it to be bruised and purple.

"Sorry about that, I'll go find some ice to put on it."

"No need, it's not convenient here." Blair waved her hand dismissively, then looked earnestly at Elvira and said, "There's an investors' dinner tomorrow night at eight."

"What's this now?" Elvira scoffed, "This gets weirder and weirder. An Orphanage, at night, hosting an investors' dinner? Investing in what?"

"You must come." Blair's gaze was serious as she held onto Elvira's wrist, "Before, there were only guests, distinguished guests. Now, for the first time, investors have appeared here."

"First time for investors?" Elvira caught the key point in Blair's words and pondered, "At the investment dinner, there should be a project presentation, then they'll tell the investors what needs funding. That's when some clues might emerge."

"Right." Blair nodded.

"There should be an invitation, right?" Elvira stroked his jaw, thinking of a plan.

"Don't worry, I'll be there tomorrow. Trust me." Elvira looked up at Blair with a serious expression.

Blair looked down, touching the bruise on her arm, whispering, "I heard Francesca's cry for help."

"What?" Elvira paused, then quickly caught on, "You mean the reason Francesca is in the Orphanage is that you heard her cry for help? Here?"