Henry took a deep breath, "The second possibility is that the problem is not with the space but ourselves. The rain contains a large number of mixed drugs, and it induced hallucination when the rain falling on us. But I suspect how likely this scenario could be. If you people want to do something on me, we should already know how well versed in drugs I am. So there is only one option left, which is the most likely one. It might sound crazy, but I don't think there would be another possibility to cause us to trap in the mountain."
The remaining members of Section Nine didn't respond. Their reaction had confirmed Henry's suspicion.
Henry adjusted his sitting position and continued, "I know you people have been working on the mountain for a long time, so you can shift the location of the boulders as you like. All the talks about clouds and rain were just distractions. If we assume that the boulders are movable, everything would be easy to explain. Every time we appeared near a stone figure, you then secretly influence us on our decisions. While we were running up and down the mountain, you just shifted the boulders to make everything looked different. The Mountain of the Gods could very much be a normal mountain. I dare say the mountain maybe some kind of secret base of yours."
"Well done," The woman that always had a timid look on her face clapped, "The King of Hell lives up to his name! But one thing I don't understand. How did you figure it out?"
"Simple," Henry took a look at Gardiner and said, "Gardiner pretended he was anxious to trick you to put the guard down. The night before last night, he acted as if he kicked the stone figure, but in fact, he kicked a lighter. Last night, when we reached another stone figure, we saw the lighter Gardiner smashed. Obviously, you people just moved the boulders around so we would reach the same stone figure over and over again. It was also very strange that we would dead asleep in front of the figure. I guess there definitely is a lot of mysterial materials inside of the stone figure."
"It doesn't make sense," Gardiner suddenly spoke, "I think the reason is more than what you are telling. My mind won't feel easy unless you tell us all."
"The other reason is that they are all morons," Henry glanced at the seven Section Nine members, "We both know our enemy is powerful. Two groups of people have gone missing. How can those morons still here unharmed?"
"Then what's their purpose?" Gardiner said, "Spook us? Are they trying to convince us that there are ghosts in the world?"
"I don't know," Henry shook his head, "There are so many possibilities. But I think the most likely one is that they are trying to use you to distract me."
Gardiner asked, "From what?"
"They want to stop me from going to the ancestral land of Su Family," Henry shrugged, "The information you got is the thing they want you to know, and it includes the one that says people of all the ancestral lands have gone missing. It may be part of their plan of getting us to the mountain and trap us for two days.
"Well done! No wonder Sacred Lord keeps talking about you. It takes so little time for you to figure out the mystery of the mountain," The oldest among the members of Section Nine clapped.
"Tsk tsk," Henry looked at Gardiner sadly, "Section Nine used to just have moles from Recluse Association and Alvin League. It seems that Noble Berserkers has joined the party too."
"Sh*t," Gardiner gave a middle finger, "I believe it's normal for an organization this size to have a couple of moles."
He then looked at the members of Section Nine and said, "Well, since we've come to this, let's bring everything to the table. Stop playing spooky. I've covered in a cold sweat."
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