At this point, they wonder how they could know the door was locked. Well, it's simple. And it's not like that anymore.
Against all odds, Hideki survived. The cellar door was in as good a condition as the entrance door, if not worse. The iron is dented in several places, which means it took several hits to get out. The iron that formed the lock was bolted to the ceiling and was certainly shot through in the final blow that allowed Hideki to escape.
Clyde and Andy stared at the interior metal on the ceiling in amazement.
"Shit, he ran away!"
"How the hell did he get out of a six-meter-deep well closed by such a thick door?"
"I told you. Hideki's not normal."
Suddenly, Clyde's cell phone starts ringing. On the screen, it said Troy. "Troy? What's up, buddy?"
The answer Clyde received came in the form of shouting, "Here! He's here! We've been found! Please, come quickly. The door won't resist!"
"Use the emergency exit under the large bed."
"Thanks. A thousand..." Troy thanked Clyde as he cried, but then came the scream of one of his comrades.
"The door is already open; we have to go now!"
The next thing Clyde heard was the boys opening a door and going down some stairs, then the noise of the door closing and another much louder one, followed by a beeping sound indicating the end of the call.
The three friends were speechless at the call.
"Clyde, Andy. To the car now."
The boys got into the car and started driving at full speed towards Clyde's house.
"Damn! Shit! This is what happens when you are too convinced without measuring the consequences."
"Now we have to save their asses, because the fucking lunatic is hunting them! And it's not even our fucking problem!"
"Despite Andy's vulgar vocabulary, I think I partly agree with him. Chandler has been abusing others for years. Sooner or later, he would piss off the wrong guy. However, there's something I don't understand that I think you can answer, Lincoln."
"What is this, Clyde?"
"What does Hideki mean by 'his god'?"
"Hey, yeah. What about that? Is he one of those religious fanatics?"
"He's pointing at me," Lincoln said in a serious, almost sinister tone.
"Why is he pointing at you like that?" Clyde asked.
"He considers me a kind of god. I don't know why."
"Unfortunately, Uncle. Little reward. Ha-ha-ha-ha." Andy stopped laughing when he noticed the seriousness in Lincoln's face.
The boys arrive at Clyde's house. The door was separated from the frame, thrown into the middle of the room, and split in half.
"My door! Why is everyone attacking my poor door?"
(😂😂😂😂 Poor Clyde's door)
"It was a good door, buddy. But at least now you can use it to make a good barbecue." Andy's words didn't do much to comfort Clyde.
"Clyde, which way is the emergency exit from the panic room?"
"To the back of my yard"
"We have to go to them."
"I'm afraid it won't do any good. We don't know where they went."
"I have an idea" Lincoln enters the house and searches through the trash filled with cotton balls that were used to clean the boy's wounds. Lincoln sniffed it profusely, much to the boys disgust.
"Damn, man. How a slut you are." Andy held back the urge to vomit, but Clyde couldn't and ran to the bathroom.
"I already smell it. Get in the car."
"You'll have to wait until Clyde finishes pouring the porridge."
Clyde came out of the bathroom with slightly green cheeks. "I'm sorry. But why did you do such a disgusting thing, Lincoln?"
"I needed something that smelled like them so I could find them."
The boys looked at him in disbelief.
"Their scent? Do you think you're a hound or what?"
"No time to explain, Andy; let's go to the car. Clyde, can you still drive?"
"I've already gotten over my disgust. So, burn the rubber."
The boys got into the car.
Clyde was driving. Lincoln opened the window as he stuck his face out of it, like that. The boy sniffs in all directions and tells his friend which way to go.
"On the left. Go straight for thirty meters. Turn right. Their path is still there. Go forward."
"Hey man, are you sure you're not part dog? We've covered four kilometers, and you haven't lost track of them."
"When I lost my sight, I gained something better. My senses of touch, taste, hearing, and smell were heightened. If I concentrate hard enough, I can hear, feel, and smell things far away. And just like that, if I have a trail to follow, I can do so for miles, as long as there is no stronger scent covering the trail."
"It is good that the new law implemented a year ago made recycling mandatory. Thanks to that, there are no more garbage containers."
"You should include that fact in the next tour, Clyde."
The boys continued their march for another four kilometers until they reached a forest on the side of the road. The path continued into the forest, so the boys decided to walk on foot.
The deeper they went into the forest, the nastier it got. The nature noises created the atmosphere of a horror movie.
"Hey man, this doesn't make me feel good."
"Yes. Me too. Keep your eyes peeled, people. The smell is getting stronger. We should be close."
The path led the group of boys to a place that looked like part of a fantasy book. It was the ruins of what appeared to be a castle that appeared to be sixty meters long and sixty meters wide. About two hundred and forty square meters.
"But what is a castle doing in the middle of the forest?"