The alarm suddenly roared.
A dazzling red light lit up from the sky, breaking the darkness and silence. The guards seemed to be awakened, and the sound of heavy and disordered footsteps came from a distance.
Among the hanging corpses, Ye Qingxuan's brows slowly furrowed, but he suddenly realized something in his heart.
"The trap is actually here?"
He sighed softly: "I really underestimate you, Professor Moriarte. Is this your original purpose?"
If he thought it was the professor's ambush at first, now he couldn't believe that the professor could pull off such a formation.
If even Arkham Asylum had been infiltrated by him into a demon production workshop and a taboo technological transformation center, then why would he have to be hunted down by the House of Representatives
However, this time, he fell into the hands of the professor.
That guy is really determined to retaliate. After being tricked by him last time, he will definitely trick him again next time.
When interrogating the smuggler, he deliberately imitated his own methods to attract his attention and provide the next clue by the way.
In this way, using himself as bait, the professor easily led himself here, exploring the path for free, taking the lead, and finding out the truth and reality, and incidentally attracted everyone's attention.
Now he is probably hiding in the dark, looking at the two idiots who have attracted all the attention for him, smiling proudly, right
…
When Ye Qingxuan saw the forest of corpses, he understood: Guishou and the others had made a mistake from the beginning.
The smugglers in Lychee went into the sewers and were not exploring or looking for anything here at all. They are transporting things here, transporting corpses!
The sewer is really a good place, a perfect place to destroy corpses and eliminate traces. No matter what you throw in, it will sink to the bottom of the turbid water and disappear without a trace.
Who cares whether the body floated into the sea or went somewhere else
For so long, the House has danced the war between downtown gangs, allowing them to fight each other and consume their lives, providing them with more and more bodies and blood.
—There are still a lot of missing people!
Everything passed through the abandoned sewers and was transported here. After being screened and preserved, they were hung on iron hooks and awaited processing.
After figuring out this joint, the confusing clues in my memory were quickly organized together.
I'm afraid Arkham Asylum has long been under the control of the Senate, right
After all, where better to be than Arkham Asylum? A trash can that everyone hates but may be indispensable.
No one will carefully explore what secrets are hidden in a lunatic asylum, and no one cares about what the lunatics sent here have become. Have they really become normal people after treatment and returned to society
Right next to Arkham Asylum, there is a bright and shiny gold-lettered signboard - The Royal Institution protects them from the wind and rain.
They can collect corpses or living people at ease, and explore forbidden technologies from demons. Transform those flesh and blood into the demons outside...
For immortality, for strength, or to collect blood... to create a blood path!
Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan was horrified by this idea, but the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it became.
why not
"Are those guys crazy?"
He murmured softly, looking around at the corpses around him, looking at the eyes that were staring blankly... Some of these people came from the stinking ditches in the lower city, they were beggars, some came from the cargo ships that smuggled into Angelo, they were bankrupts, and With tattoos all over his body, he is a gangster and a thug.
There is no doubt that these are the most despised people, even their deaths are silent. They don't even know why they died until they die.
They did not make the world a better place while they were alive, but this is not the reason why they must die.
A scream broke through the air.
Ye Qingxuan raised his palm and felt his arm collapse!
A crossbow arrow was caught by his arm, bounced away, spun in the air, and landed on the iron plate on the ground with a clanking sound.
The outflanking figures had already entered, and their ferocious faces could be vaguely seen in the scattered red light.
"Kill them!"
A voice that seemed to have been heard before roared: "Remember to stay alive and find out how they got in!"
"... There is some contradiction between the former command and the latter command. Are the grammar teachers in Xiacheng District taught by the same arithmetic teacher?"
Ye Qingxuan frowned and looked coldly at the group of figures surrounding him and the crossbow aimed at him:
"Can we communicate at least? To be honest, I don't really want to..."
boom!
A crossbow bolt grazed his face and was nailed to the body behind him.
"I'm sorry if I can't communicate..."
Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes and his cane suddenly stopped on the ground:
"-Kneel down!"
collapse!
The heavy cane collided with the iron plate under his feet, making a sharp sound. The strings vibrated and played a wailing melody.
The sound of despair and madness spread, and along with this scream, a black river swept through the void.
In an instant, the feet of those figures who rushed forward weakened, they lost their strength, and involuntarily fell to the ground, crawling in front of the young man.
Immediately afterwards, the bone saw was raised high and slashed downwards!
Blood spurts out.
The frantic shouting of death stopped awkwardly, and was quickly replaced by the butcher's frantic roar. In the thick smell of blood, the beasts came out of their cages, setting off a bloody rain of fighting.
"Butcher?"
Among the crowd, the commander recognized the violent figure and screamed.
Ye Qingxuan raised his head, his eyes passed through the group of thugs, and fell on the pale face, and he suddenly realized.
"Hey, Mr. Lorenzo? Long time no see, you are here... Just in time, I have some questions that I am eager to get your answers to."
Staring at those eyes that hinted at indifference, Lorenzo felt a chill running from his heels to the back of his head, and subconsciously took a step back.
Ye Qingxuan recognized that look and often saw it on the faces of his enemies. If he had to use words to describe it, it was a look that said, "It's really a fucking ghost."
"Sherlock Holmes..."
Hearing him pronounce that name, Ye Qingxuan showed a warm smile: "Now that you know me, it's easier. Can you tell me what is going on with these corpses here?"
Lorenzo was stung by that look, and unconsciously took two steps back, shouting: "Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow! Shoot him to death..."
But even he himself knew that a bow and crossbow would be of no use in front of such an evil spirit. Not to mention the monster butcher next to it!
Seeing those subordinates who felt no fear at all after swallowing the potion rushing forward, he couldn't help but retreat quietly, turned around and fled to the elevator in the distance.
Damn it, where are the musicians? Where are our musicians? And what about those experimental subjects? Why do you have to face those monsters yourself
Among those dense arrows, Ye Qingxuan saw those people with blood-red eyes screaming and rushing towards them. He sighed and took a step back.
Behind him, a huge figure suddenly expanded by three points, roared hoarsely, and exuded manic heat, as if the blood was about to boil.
All the corpses on the hooks trembled with the hoarse roar. When he roared, it was like a strong wind blowing in his face. Even if he was immersed in the fear caused by banned drugs, he was still shocked by this violent spirit.
Immediately afterwards, it was cut into two or several sections by a bone saw!
At the back of the crowd, Lorenzo looked back and saw the blood splattering behind him, and his face turned pale.
Among them, there was a thin shadow walking towards him silently, waving a dark melody. Lorenzo's legs softened a little and he urged the men beside him:
"Close the door! Close the door quickly!"
The subordinate sluggishly tried to move the handbrake, but was unable to move and was kicked away angrily by Lorenzo. He grabbed the handbrake and struggled to pull it down.
The whining melody reached his ears, but was interrupted by the clear ringing from the pendant around his neck. That pendant was attached with a rare piece of mental protection, which activated in response and prevented him from sinking into the black river.
The iron gate fell with a crash!
During the fight, the butcher roared and rushed forward. The bone saw flew out of his hand and whizzed towards Lorenzo behind the iron gate!
collapse!
The bone saw sank deeply into the thick iron gate, buzzing and trembling, shaking off the dried blood.
The butcher roared angrily and punched the last drug-addicted lunatic beside him. He walked through a pool of blood to the steel gate and violently smashed it.
The iron gate, which was three people high, was vibrating crazily, and was marked with traces of fists, but it was never broken.
"It's useless. This layer of gate is stronger than the one outside."
Ye Qingxuan stood next to the iron gate, sizing up the iron gate in front of him, pinching a little rusty iron powder and grinding it on his fingertips: "Heavy silver, thousand forged iron, mixed with a little lapis lazuli to increase ductility...a bare door. The iron gate is already expensive to make. This material was originally used to make a cage to capture demons and imprison them in the dark world. Unless a change musician uses energy to bombard you wildly, even if you smash it for two hours, it will It can’t be broken, it’s perfect.”
Ye Qingxuan took a step back, pressed his palm on the cold iron door, and sighed softly: "Unfortunately, the only drawback is that the door is stronger than the wall..."
boom!
In an instant, the red warning light on the dome flashed crazily. Countless iron hooks hanging corpses also swayed amid the tremors.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Qingxuan's body had been thrown back several meters, and he staggered to his feet. The violent tremors made his eyesight go black for a while.
On the arm, the arm armor with the sighing movement engraved on it was already glowing red - with one blow, it had reached full capacity.
And right in front of him, in the rising smoke, a huge dent had appeared on the huge iron door. The entire iron door had been completely twisted and deformed, like a crumpled rag.
And right in the center of the iron gate, there was a palm print.
Even though it has been twisted to this extent, the gate is still strong and not broken.
But with the continuous crackling sounds, tragic cracks spread from the wall near the gate.
The butcher was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand and pushed forward.
The twisted gate, which was a full person thick, fell backwards, and with a roar, the whole thing was torn down from the wall.
“…”