The engineer who originally designed this never imagined that there would be such a lunatic that he couldn't break the door and just tore it down.
Ye Qingxuan was the first to walk through the fallen gate and gravel, but saw no trace of Lorenzo - that guy really ran fast, which was a good quality in the Lower City, otherwise he wouldn't be alive today.
"Let's go."
He looked back at the butcher: "Since I'm here, let's take a look at what Arkham Asylum really looks like."
After walking through the long path and going up the stairs, it felt like entering some complex building.
The air was still filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.
That strong smell seems to not only kill germs, but also kill people in the smell.
Only the sound of footsteps echoed in the silent corridor.
There was a light on the ceiling, and the light was pale and dazzling, illuminating the iron fences on both sides and the weary shadows behind the fences.
Those people seemed to come from various places, with different ages and appearances, but there were more or less abnormal marks on their bodies.
Some people have bones growing out of their skin, some people have slender and skinny limbs and can only curl up in cages, and some people have barbs growing on their joints, making them look extremely ferocious. Some people have gnarled muscles, and the iron fence in front of them is just two noodles, but they don't even think about getting out.
There are also people with ears and fish gills, which are the same marks on the former hag Emma... Siren transformation.
Their respective mutations are never the same. Even if they are two identical transformations, they have different directions. The only thing they have in common is their dull and confused expressions.
Neither the distant roar nor the stranger walking by the fence caught their attention.
No one even tried to shout that they were hungry, or begged them to let them out.
As if they were immersed in their own world, those people were curled up in their own cages, smearing something on the ground with concentration, mumbling to themselves, or spitting bubbles and giggling...
"This should be the ward, right?"
Ye Qingxuan murmured softly and looked at their appearance:
They were all wearing the same clothes as the skeleton in the sewer. The prison-like attire was the white clothes worn by patients for the convenience of surgery.
Ten years ago, there should have been a turmoil here, and some people escaped, like the ghost Emma. Some people did not escape, like the dry skeleton in the sewer, who could only die staring at the sky.
They should have tightened their controls since then, like... like now.
The butcher looked at the transformed patients coldly, holding a bone saw in his hand and being on full alert, but Ye Qingxuan next to him was playing it lightly.
"Don't be nervous, they won't react in any way."
He casually pulled a person in an iron cage over, but the person didn't resist at all and just let him do what he wanted.
Ye Qingxuan reached out and pinched his chin, looked at the back of his head and the sides of his ears, and understood when he saw the abnormality in his pupils.
"That's right, lobotomy."
Ye Qingxuan made a gesture with the butcher of sticking out his finger to poke his eyes: "Prick an ice pick from under the eye, and the ice pick will penetrate into the skull, and with the feel of the hand, smash the front lobe of the brain into a pulp... In this way, no matter what evil spirit it is, Everyone will become a good baby and be at the mercy of others. Once you become proficient, the operation only takes a few minutes. It is safe and harmless and will not affect any subsequent transformation. It is really safe and convenient. "
The young man sniffed the increasingly strong smell of disinfectant in the wind, and a phantom seemed to flash before his eyes, and the memories that had been sleeping in his mind came back to him again.
In fact, those broken memories had long been lost in the past, and he didn't want to recall what happened to him, but for some reason, the anger in his heart burned. That kind of anger is like lava under the earth's crust, moving silently through the darkness, with no fire visible, but burning people to the point of going crazy.
But he didn't even know where this rage should be directed.
"Hey, uncle, let's go separately."
He suddenly said softly: "Shaman, I actually gave you another task, right?"
The butcher was silent and did not answer.
"He has long known that the Senate controls Arkham Asylum, right? He allowed me to explore this place just to let me figure out what is going on here. He asked you to come here with me, not to protect me. It’s for you to kill his enemies. In addition to professors, there are also people from the House of Representatives.”
The young man looked at him quietly:
"-right?"
Under the young man's gaze, the butcher remained silent and did not answer.
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but curl his lips.
"Uncle Seton, there's no way you can keep pretending."
The butcher was stunned, and his eyes finally changed, from vicious to gloomy, and then to ferocious.
But the young man just looked at him, until after a long time, he heard an irritated breath from under the mask: "How do you know?"
"You can't expect me to suddenly join forces with someone who has hunted me before, right?"
Ye Qingxuan spread his hands and said, "I have to investigate."
"In one day?"
"Actually, it's more than that."
Ye Qingxuan said, "Actually, ever since I found out that I could escape from the butcher who never missed a chance, I suspected that you were merciful to me. Every time I think about it later, I feel that there are a lot of doubts. I don't feel that I am strong." To be able to escape the butcher's pursuit. Then there is only one possibility left: - the butcher lets go."
“…”
"The Butcher," or Seton, was speechless, just silent.
"... As long as you connect this line, it is easy to figure it out. After all, I have very few friends, and there are not many people with your physique. I am still very grateful to you for letting me go. After all, at that time I really felt like I was going to die."
Ye Qingxuan tilted his head and looked at him: "However, the boss doesn't know that you are here to make extra money, right?"
“…”
In silence, under the huge horse head mask, Seton's expression must have become ugly:
"Fuck, go, go!"
He irritably smashed the bone saw on the ground, causing a crack. He glanced at Ye Qingxuan one last time, turned around and left.
But behind him, the young man stared at his retreating figure and suddenly shouted:
"—Uncle Seton."
"Huh?" Seton turned around.
"be safe."
The young man said goodbye softly.
The butcher sneered.
"Aren't you the one who should pay attention to safety?"
He waved his hand without looking back: "Don't worry, for Lao Fei's sake, if you die, I will avenge you."
"Oh, that's really great."
The boy's voice came from far behind, and gradually became inaudible.
…
The butcher walked slowly through the darkness, following the smell of blood carried by the wind.
According to the map given to him by his employer, he walked through the corridor, climbed the stairs, passed through the third operating room, turned right, broke through the sixth hall, and then rode the elevator down to the central agency.
- Along the way, all places were destroyed, all information about blood sacrifices were burned, and all living things were killed.
The enemies include thugs affiliated with the Mafia, the original caretakers of the hospital, minions of the Parliament, and... the black musicians hired by them.
While walking forward in silence, the butcher's footsteps suddenly stopped.
The pale light above the head flickered, and a baby's cry came from behind the closed door in front of him. On the iron door, the metal nameplate inscribed with the name of the third operating room has become rusty.
The operation is in progress.
In the gap under the iron door, blood seeped out silently.
Amid the baby's cry, soft singing like a ghost's chant floated in the air, like a dead woman staring at the world from hell, wailing and screaming.
In silence, the butcher pushed open the iron door silently and saw blood everywhere.
Under the pale and blazing light, there was a figure in a white coat with his back turned to him. He carefully soaked a bunch of internal organs in the antiseptic solution, carefully and carefully packed up every finishing touch, and finally removed the empty baby. Throw it into the trash can.
He turned around, his eyes behind the mask saw the person coming, and he was stunned for a moment.
"Butcher?"
The sound was like a hoarse sound coming from dozens of mouths at the same time. Those sounds overlapped and turned into a harsh noise.
The butcher stared at him, his eyes falling on him, as if through the clothes, he saw a dozen squirming and open lips on the body, and he suddenly realized:
"Black Musician Huang Zu?"
The once-dead Green Teeth's brother, Huang Zu, nodded slowly: "A few minutes ago, Alberto's people told me that someone broke in. Where is your companion? Where are they? To be honest, compared to you, I am more I’d like to meet Sherlock Holmes: he’s also a black musician, so there will definitely be a lot of topics to discuss.”
A chuckle came from beneath the mask.
Huang Zu seemed to understand something, his eyes looked a little regretful: "Forget it, it doesn't matter if it's you, it's rare to have such good experimental materials..."
The butcher silently held the bone saw tightly, and there was a crisp sound of the bones rubbing together in the body. Visible to the naked eye, the body expanded, expanded, and expanded again!
Until finally, he transformed into that ferocious giant again.
"God, please show me mercy. I kneel down in the river of my soul, trying to wash away the filth! God, please give me salvation. The curse has reached my waist. Can you hear my plea? God, please give me salvation. , please give me grace, the blood has covered my neck, I whine for relief... "
The music engraved on the body was awakened, causing the flow of blood to turn into a sea tide. The heartbeat beat like a drum, vibrating the ether, and the blood seeped out of the pores, transforming into faces of the dead in the air. , responded with a smile:
"La la la la la la~"
Silently, the light went out.
In the darkness, the songs from the dead and the overlapping chants of the black musicians suddenly burst out. The roar and earthquake spread, raising invisible dust.
The warmth of the blood and the malice condensed into substance spread around.
Darkness swallowed everything.
…
…
In the silent corridor, the young man watched the butcher go away. In silence, he looked around at the dull faces, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Okay, let's have a good time."
He slammed his cane on the ground, and there was a reverberation of steel: "Whether it's a professor or a member of the House of Representatives, everyone has revenge and complaints. Since I am called a revengeful evil spirit, I must let them do what they have done for me. … Pay the price!”