Spy Mage System-Chapter 292 - A Tunnel to a Forest

292 A Tunnel to a Forest

“We have to hide,” I said. “Quickly, show us where the secret door is.”

Barry led us to the back of the house where there was a small door half-buried in the dirt. He opened it up and we saw a narrow, dusty tunnel leading out into the forest.

“This way,” he said, gesturing for us to follow him.

We crouched down and entered the tunnel, which was barely wide enough for us to squeeze through. The walls were damp and slimy, and the air was thick with dust and cobwebs. We could hear the sound of our own breathing echoing off the walls.

“So, what do we do now?” Hans whispered.

“Just keep moving,” Barry replied. “We’ll come out on the other side of the forest. Then we can figure out our next move.”

As we made our way through the tunnel, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. What if Mr. Trilby’s men found us? What if they were waiting for us on the other side?

“Do you think Mr. Trilby is really that dangerous?” I asked.

Barry stopped and turned to me. “Let me tell you something, kid. Mr. Trilby is not someone you want to mess with. He’s the kind of guy who will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. And right now, he wants that treasure.”

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“But why does he want it so badly?” Hans asked.

Barry sighed. “Who knows. Maybe it’s just for the thrill of the chase. Or maybe there’s something more to it. All I know is that we need to be careful. We’re dealing with some dangerous people here.”

I couldn’t help but feel a knot in my stomach as we walked through the dark and dusty tunnel. The thought of Mr. Trilby and his dangerous men waiting for us on the other side made me shudder. I had never dealt with such dangerous people before, and the fact that they were after the same treasure as us only made things worse.

Hans looked just as nervous as I felt. “Do you think we can take them on if they find us?” he asked Barry.

Barry shook his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. These guys are armed and dangerous. We need to be smart about this.” He put a hand on my shoulder. “We’ll get through this, kid. We just need to stick together and be smart about our next move.”

The three of us walked slowly, taking careful steps as we adjusted to the soft soil beneath our feet. The ground was damp and cool, and I could feel the mud squishing between my toes. The grass was soft and lush, brushing against our ankles as we walked. It was a stark contrast to the hard concrete and steel of the city, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me as we walked deeper into the forest.

As we made our way further into the forest, the trees grew denser, their leaves forming a canopy overhead. Rays of sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating a dappled effect on the forest floor. The glint of the sun behind the leaves was mesmerizing, and I found myself staring up at the sky, lost in thought.

The air was cool and fresh, with a hint of pine and earthy scents. I took deep breaths, filling my lungs with the crisp forest air. It was a welcome change from the smog and pollution of the city. The forest was alive with the sounds of nature, with birds chirping, leaves rustling in the breeze, and the occasional snap of a twig. It was a symphony of sound, and I felt at peace surrounded by nature’s music.

We walked in silence for a while, taking in the beauty of our surroundings. The forest seemed to go on forever, with tall trees stretching high into the sky. The path we were on was well-worn, and I could tell that many people had walked this way before us. The soil was littered with footprints, and I felt a sense of camaraderie with those who had walked this path before me. Maybe it was just Barry, I don’t know.

I looked over at Barry and Hans, feeling grateful for their company. We had been walking for what felt like hours, and the silence was starting to get to me. I cleared my throat, trying to think of something to say.

“So, guys,” I said, “does anyone know any good jokes?”

Barry chuckled. “I know one. Why did the tomato turn red?”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because it saw the salad dressing!” Barry said, grinning.

Hans rolled his eyes. “That’s terrible,” he said.

“Oh, come on Hans, it was funny,” Barry said.

I laughed, feeling a sense of relief at the sound of their voices. We continued to walk, joking and bantering back and forth. It was a welcome distraction from the danger and uncertainty of our situation.

As we walked, I thought of another joke to tell. “How does a penguin build its house?” I asked.

Barry and Hans both looked at me, waiting for the punchline.

“Igloos it together!” I said, grinning.

Hans let out a small laugh, while Barry shook his head. “That was bad, kid,” he said, chuckling.

We continued to walk, the jokes and banter flowing freely between us. It was a nice change of pace from the tension and danger of our mission. I felt grateful for the chance to let loose and just have fun with my new friends.

As we walked, I couldn’t help but notice the beauty of our surroundings. The forest was alive with the sounds of nature, and the sun filtered through the leaves, casting a warm glow on everything around us. It was a peaceful moment, and I felt grateful for the chance to experience it with Barry and Hans by my side.

Hans suddenly stopped in his tracks and pointed his finger towards a tree. “Look, guys!” he exclaimed. “That tree looks like it’s giving us the finger!”

Barry and I looked at the tree and burst out laughing. “It sure does!” Barry said, wiping tears from his eyes.

We continued walking, now with a lighter step and a more playful mood. The forest seemed to glow with a new light, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for these moments of levity.

As we walked, Hans suddenly stopped and turned to us with a serious expression. “Guys, I have a riddle for you,” he said.

Barry and I looked at each other, intrigued. “Okay, shoot,” Barry said.

Hans cleared his throat. “What has a heart that doesn’t beat?”

We both thought for a moment, trying to come up with an answer. Finally, I spoke up. “A deck of cards?”

Hans shook his head. “Nope. An artichoke!” he said, grinning.

Barry and I groaned, but couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. It was moments like these that made me grateful for the company of my new friends.

As we walked deeper into the forest, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation.

But then, as we continued to move on, little footsteps dug into the ground began to trail through the forest. “What’s this?” I asked, bending down.

It seemed dried up, as if it was new, meaning someone was here earlier. But who would be here at basically four in the morning. “Footprints. Just in case you didn’t see that,” Hans said.

I ignored his nitpicking comment, but Barry enthusiastically bent down to look at it. “Someone was here earlier. Probably a few hours ago, meaning—they probably found the beast.”

“Uh, yeah,” I said, still agreeing just for morale.

Barry stretched up to his feet, and snapped his fingers. “Let’s move,” he said.

We continued moving through the forest, as leaves consistently slid against our faces, and branches trapped our legs.

“Okay, anyone else got another—oh, Lord!” Barry shouted, his eyes widened and his hand closed against his mouth as he turned around.

“What—oh…” Hans muttered. I tried to look at what was ahead, but Hans’s body was covering sight, which he steadily approached. Was it the beast? I doubt it was because it wasn’t even bigger than Hans.

Hans kneeled down, but the mysterious object was yet to be revealed. He moved his hands around, as if he was searching for something. Based on context clues, the thing was laying on the ground.

What could be laying on the ground? An animal, plant, some random object.

A person…

Immediately I ran forward, but Barry grabbed me and pulled me aside. “I think it might be too much for you.”

“What do you mean too much?” I asked. “It might just be some random thing. In fact, since you saw it first, what was it?”

Barry took a deep breath, but then Hans called out randomly, catching my attention.

“Something killed this person, and they did not treat it well,” Hans said, standing up and moving to the side. My eyes expanded so wide that it almost melted, and my stomach almost lurched up my throat. It was a person, or at least, a few pieces of a person.