The Eerie Sounds of the Cabin, The Werewolf’s Courage Leads to the Hunt for the Fair Lady

薄宇的靴子底下潮湿的松针发出劈啪作响的声音,他数着自己的心跳,背靠在门廊的柱子上.

透过二楼窗帘的缝隙,银色的按钮正在高频震动——这不是风的声音,而是类似共振装置的东西在起作用.

"七步."薄宇默默地数着,舌头抵着上颚.

这个频率他听得出来,三天前,唐瑶在玩弄这个按钮的时候,也曾用银勺敲出过同样的音阶.

当时她还笑着称之为"防伪标记",现在看来,它更像是一个编码索引.

突然,右边的松树丛中飞出一群乌鸦,薄宇的狼耳听到了金属关节处清晰的摩擦声.

他快速旋转,爪子擦过孙保镖的钛质臂甲,火花四溅.

孙的机械眼闪烁着猩红的光芒,六根液压手指握住了一把高频粒子振动刀.

"老大说给你准备了三件礼物."孙的声音带着嘶哑的噪音.突然,他的左肩甲上射出了一个钩子.

就在柏宇侧头闪避之际,钩子狠狠的砸在了他身后的陶土花盆里,里面隐藏的音波发射器发出一声刺耳的尖叫.

薄宇只感觉脑袋如同被重锤砸中一般,鼻孔之中涌出了温热的液体.

他踉踉跄跄地撞破了一扇木窗,滚进了客厅,玻璃碎片漂浮在空中,在磁场的作用下形成了一个旋转的刀片形状.

角落里的古董留声机正播放着一首失真的催眠曲,每一个旋律的变化都对应着一个触发点.

"第一个礼物是一个音波笼."孙的机械脚踩破了破碎的窗框,身后的阴影中,出现了四个手持电磁脉冲枪的雇佣兵.

薄宇的瞳孔猛地收缩成一条条竖缝,看到枪管上,已经结出了一层冰霜,这是唐尧实力的残留.

当薄宇的爪子撕碎沙发时,他闻到了海绵垫里藏有硝酸甘油胶囊的味道.

他抓起一盏铜台灯,朝壁炉扔去.台灯的火花点燃了炸药,冲击波使电磁脉冲枪的弹道发生了偏转.

佣兵们被反弹的电流击中,与不断逼近的金属墙壁相撞,浑身抽搐.

"第二份礼物,是一个温柔的拥抱."孙突然撕开了自己的衬衣,露出了胸前镶嵌的一颗紫色水晶.

薄宇脖颈上的汗毛都竖了起来,这是唐瑶头上一直佩戴的装饰.

水晶之中赫然投射出一幅全息影像:浑身是血的唐尧被液压装置禁锢之下,空气中的血腥味陡然增强了三倍.

The werewolf bloodline in Bo Yu's retina formed a faint green filter as he noticed subtle pixel trembling at the edges of the projection.

He pretended to snarl and lunged toward the image, but his claws suddenly turned and dug into the oak floor.

Five metal claws tore through two layers of floorboards, accurately puncturing the core components of the projector in the basement.

As the holographic image twisted and disappeared, Bo Yu's tail whipped out, burning curtains as it struck the ceiling.

The laser net generator hidden in the chandelier exploded upon contact with fire, and among the falling glass shards, he saw Sun's mechanical arm reassembling itself.

"The third gift is—"

"Is it a chatterbox trap?" Bo Yu suddenly grinned, his bloodstained canine teeth gleaming under the eerie green light.

He kicked through the floor and leaped onto a beam. As his claws embedded in the wall, chunks of concrete with tangled wires followed.

The entire wooden house suddenly groaned, and twelve hydraulic pumps hidden in the load-bearing walls exploded in a burst of smoke.

Sun's mechanical eye flashed chaotic codes, but before he could process what happened, Bo Yu leapt from the toppled bookshelf.

The werewolf's claws shredded through Sun's chest plate, and just as Bo Yu crushed the purple crystal, an angry curse from Researcher Liu echoed from the basement.

"You rewrote my frequency resonance formula?!"

"It's Tang Yao's laundry detergent formula," Bo Yu flicked the oil off his claws. His tail curled around a bottle of brandy from the bar, and as the liquor spilled onto the uncontrolled hydraulic devices, the entire wooden house suddenly fell into a strange balance—leaning 15 degrees to the east but no longer collapsing.

Sun's mechanical arm suddenly launched a tow hook and attached itself to the doorframe, pulling him back at high speed.

As Bo Yu prepared to pursue, an overwhelming scent of blood surged into his nostrils—this new scent carried the rusty tang of fresh wounds from somewhere deep in the basement.

Kicking open the deformed iron door, Bo Yu saw Old He bound to a steam pipe, a note bearing Tang Yao's handwriting pinned to his chest: "Be careful of feints."

Suddenly, the rain poured through the broken roof, and Bo Yu's silver-gray fur was coated with shimmering droplets.

As he ripped the restraints off Old He, his fingertips brushed against a viscous fluorescent liquid—this was clearly the ricin carrier used in Secretary Liu's lipstick.

The rainstorm battered the tilted beams of the cabin, and Bo Yu's wolf fur exploded into steel-like needles as his senses heightened.

The fluorescent liquid on Old He's chest was crawling along the steam pipes, congealing at a rusted valve into a glowing arrow pointing toward "Exit"—this was Tang Yao's trademark homophonic clue.

"Secretary Liu's lipstick contains a directional evaporant," Bo Yu's canine teeth bit through his tongue, the blood dulling the sweet poison.

He tore the hem of his shirt to wrap around his hand and followed the pipes to the hidden door behind the boiler.

As the rusted hinges groaned and the door creaked open, twelve purple rays suddenly sliced through the rainstorm, forming a diamond-shaped cage.

Sun's mechanical voice pierced the rain, "Boss said come for tea." Four drones were weaving a laser net through the storm, and Secretary Liu's high heels sank into the mud as she walked over, the water dripping from her umbrella and turning into toxic pink smoke when it hit the fluorescent liquid.

Bo Yu's back collided with the heating steam pipe, and his wolf eyes suddenly constricted—the tilted cabin's shadow on the ground perfectly matched the 45-degree blind spot formed by the drone array.

He ripped Old He's restraints off and threw them into the air. The fluorescent-soaked cloth strips burned into firebirds in the laser net, briefly illuminating Secretary Liu's emerald pendant.

It was the same necklace Tang Yao had worn the day she went missing.

"Here's your welcoming gift!" Bo Yu suddenly kicked over the boiling boiler. The scalding water, mixed with the fluorescent liquid, splashed over the drones.

Amid Secretary Liu's scream, he used the counterforce from the steam explosion to crash through the hidden door, but as he fell into the dark passage, he smelled the familiar blood scent—this time, with the rusty tang of a fresh wound.

The dark passage steps were covered in slippery moss, and Bo Yu's claws scraped sparks from the stone walls.

The sound of hydraulic devices starting echoed above, and Sun's mechanical arm was violently tearing apart the hidden door.

The passage suddenly shook violently, and the emergency lights embedded in the walls flickered on one by one, illuminating claw marks covering the walls—exactly the size of wolf paws.

"Tang Yao's distress signal," Bo Yu ran his fingers over three overlapping claw marks—this was the triangle locator they had agreed upon when they first met.

Suddenly, Bo Yu's wolf ears detected the faint sound of gears grinding, and instinctively, he flipped to dodge. The stone bricks where he had stood shot out, revealing a spiked animal trap.

The metallic snap of the trap reverberated through the dark passage, and Bo Yu's pupils instantly filled with blood.

The frost on the sharp teeth of the trap clearly bore the marks of Tang Yao's abilities in action.

He ripped off his watch and hurled it at the corner ten steps away. When the watch's face hit the ground, three crossbow bolts whizzed past his head and embedded themselves in the stone wall.

"Surprise passage?" Bo Yu grinned, blood-stained mouth opening wider, as his tail flung the crossbow bolts toward the overhead vent.

When the arrows shattered the filter, the sonic emitter hidden in the pipe unleashed high-frequency noise.

柏宇早有准备,用爪子刺破他的耳膜,让血液缓冲声波的冲击——三天前,唐瑶被咖啡烫到舌头时,就用这个频率骂过他"笨狼".

随着第七盏应急灯破碎,薄宇看到了嵌在墙壁里的密码刻度盘.

青铜轮盘上刻画着北斗七星的图案,轮盘凹槽处残留着已干涸的血迹.

薄宇毫不犹豫的将沾满鲜血的手指按在了天枢星上,也就是唐尧最喜欢戳酒窝的地方.

突然,漆黑的通道中传来了一阵齿轮转动的声音,整面石墙猛地向左滑动了三寸.

正当柏宇蜷缩进缝隙时,孙氏的粒子振刀猛地撞在了正在关闭的石门上,火花照亮了墙上褪色的符咒,与老何小屋里悬挂的山神庇佑一模一样.

潮湿阴冷的风中夹杂着有机物腐烂的气味,薄宇的夜视镜在一片漆黑中捕捉到了一丝微弱的磷光.

他的爪子擦到了某种黏糊糊的东西,还来不及缩回手,整个通道里突然响起了一阵咬牙切齿的声音,如同无数的节肢动物蜕下了外壳.

一股温暖的气息突然拂过薄宇的后颈,他的狼尾顿时僵硬如铁棍.

他闻到了三百七十四种血液混合在一起的味道,而最新鲜的一丝血液,还带着独特的金银花香味,是从黑暗通道的尽头飘来的.

而在他身后三十米处,孙的机械臂继续对着石门进行切割,头顶上传来滴水声和血腥味留下的痕迹组成了一首诡异的二重唱.