As if in an instant, the apparent silence and tranquility was broken, and the entire Arkham Asylum fell into turmoil and madness.
Sirens sounded in every corner.
There were fires everywhere, and the frantic patients rushed out of their cages, raging like a tide in this dark institution full of blood.
The pungent smell of disinfectant could no longer hide the blood hidden behind it. As the turmoil spread, screams and cries rang out from everywhere.
In the corridor, frightened doctors and nurses were running away, but ferocious figures smashed the cages one by one, threw them to the ground, and tore them into pieces.
The lamp was knocked over by someone unknown and fell to the ground. As the cloth ignited and the fearful running began, the flames spread out of control.
First there is the corpse warehouse, followed by the ward area on the first underground floor, followed by the laboratory and special research area on the second underground floor.
Immediately afterwards, dozens of transformed bodies sleeping in petri dishes also lost control. Those transformers who had been highly completed and transformed into demons fell into madness and angrily killed the researchers, leaving blood all over the ground.
In the chaos, someone tried to open the black door of the warehouse and escape, but was torn to pieces by the group of bone apes wandering outside the door. Immediately afterwards, the demons roaming outside the door also rushed into the hospital, and the chaos spread in all directions.
Amidst the sound of sirens, the vengeful evil spirits frantically hunted every living creature that had participated in the transformation, leaving blood everywhere in their path.
In the midst of the chaos, in the data rooms on the third underground floor that were being guarded, there was an ethereal figure flipping through the files, silently searching for this rich wealth.
Here are the records of Arkham Asylum over the years, notes on transforming patients into monsters, all clinical observation cases, drug use records and preparation methods, and the transformation technology left by those black musicians. .
Under the rummaging and plundering of that figure, all the efforts of the House of Representatives over the years were pocketed by him.
In the end, the figure paused and finally found the crucial document from the secret compartment and put it into his arms.
At this point, most of the purpose of this trip has been achieved.
The man named Emperor Moria let out a hoarse laugh and pushed the door open.
Soon, he noticed the commotion outside the door and the screams one after another in the mental hospital. When he read the memory of the deceased and understood the origin of all this, he fell into a long silence.
"You are indeed a 'vengeful evil spirit', Holmes."
He sighed in surprise and regret:
"-What a shame I didn't kill you when we first met."
Soon, he stopped staying, like a non-existent ghost, walking through the turbulent wards and corridors, and walking deeper into the darkness.
There, the ether brews wild fluctuations.
The blood sacrifice is about to reach its climax!
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"The underground level is completely out of control!"
"Laboratory No. 6 lost news!"
"Sir, the imprisoned modified body broke through the gate and rushed into the second operating room..."
"The black gate has been breached! Holmes is going to enter the central agency! Our manpower can no longer stop him!"
"Crazy! Everyone is crazy!" The mentally disturbed men screamed: "They are all dead! Dead!"
"Come here, drag him out! Drag him out!"
Alberto roared angrily, but his eyes could not contain the panic and confusion: What is going on? Why did it become like this in an instant
Why did the situation get so inexplicably out of control? !
"Where are our musicians? Where have they all gone?!"
He forgot about the news of death that just came one after another and screamed: "Where is Huangzu? Isn't Huangzu in the third laboratory? Where has he gone? Let him go and kill those scrapped things!"
"Sir, sir..."
Staggeringly, the subordinates pushed open the door and entered with a panicked expression: "We don't have time, someone is going to rush up..."
Alberto's screams stopped suddenly, as if he was suffocated. He had never felt fear so close. He could almost hear the gradual footsteps through the door.
"Loss the gate! Seal the corridor..."
He grabbed the guard beside him tightly, as if he was crazy, and screamed: "What are you doing standing still? Go quickly!"
Following his instructions, the subordinate pressed the hidden button on the wall. The door opened and a loud noise sounded outside the corridor. The isolation gate fell down, completely sealing off the only entrance.
Alberto is not the kind of person who would put himself in a desperate situation. A person with a long-term vision should always prepare a way out for himself.
Including now.
There were so many luxurious offices and rooms in Arkham Asylum, but he only chose this one because there was a secret passage to escape!
"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up..."
He urged his subordinates to push his wheelchair into the secret door and along the cold and damp mezzanine of the wall.
At this time, he could no longer care about Lorenzo who was still commanding from the front. Anyway, Lorenzo had two younger brothers who would definitely be more promising than Lorenzo when they grew up.
While he was moving forward rapidly, he was panting with lingering fear, and couldn't help but smile happily. But soon, that smile froze.
Just in front of the narrow passage, at the only exit, stood quietly a burly figure that almost filled the entire passage.
As if she had been waiting here for a long time, she noticed that he was approaching, and a ferocious smile appeared on the broken horse head mask on her face.
"Butcher?"
Alberto screamed and shook his head vigorously: "Impossible, Huang Zu has already taken you..."
"Yellowfoot?"
The butcher smiled and threw a spherical object into his arms: "Are you talking about the black musician?"
Alberto lowered his head dully and looked into his arms - there was an insect-like head with six compound eyes.
After taking it, it was like holding an iron ball. It was so heavy that there was no trace of flesh and blood, but the original twisted face could still be vaguely seen on the torn face.
"-I have never seen such a weak black musician."
Under the illumination of the trembling firelight, the butcher, whose body was charred and white with bones, twisted his neck and made a crisp crackling sound.
Behind the layer of pale ribs on his chest that had been corroded to the bone, a huge heart was beating slowly but firmly.
Through the obstruction of the ribs, an eye faintly opened in the unhuman black-purple heart, slowly opened it, glanced at Alberto coldly, then closed it without interest, and fell into a deep sleep.
"ah!!!"
Behind Alberto, the man pushing the wheelchair could no longer bear the weird gaze, collapsed completely, screamed, turned around and ran away.
Immediately afterwards, it was penetrated by a huge bone saw that came from the air, lifted up, and finally nailed high to the wall.
"It's your turn next."
The butcher stepped forward.
Alberto screamed, turning his wheelchair backwards hastily to escape. But the wheelchair overturned in the chaos. He fell to the ground, quickly got up, and crawled out backwards using his hands and feet.
Under the haze of fear of death, he ran very fast, like an insect crawling on the ground, escaping towards the path he came from.
The butcher followed him step by step. When he passed by the crucified corpse, he pulled out the bone saw and put it back behind his back.
Even though he tried his best to slow down, Alberto was still caught up in the extremely safe cabin he once had.
It's still so quiet and peaceful here.
Pine wood burned in the fireplace, exuding a refreshing fragrance that was soothing. But when Alberto fled here, he stopped, not because of nostalgia for this warmth, but because of despair.
The only exit in the room had been sealed under his order.
He cried in despair and crawled all over the ground, avoiding the huge figure, but was stepped on the ground by the butcher, talking nonsense in his mouth.
For example, I still have a family, for example, I can make a lot of money with you, for example, that old shaman guy is out of date, come with me to join the parliament. If you are so strong, you will definitely get a higher position than me.
Or, recall the past and ask him if he still remembers me, I hired you before, and we worked together so happily...
"Don't struggle."
The butcher interrupted.
"Huh?" He was stunned.
"I say, don't struggle," said the butcher softly. "It will make me troublesome and useless."
He lifted Alberto up with one hand, pinched his throat with his fingers, and slowly tightened it. His voice was cold and steady: "The employer's original words are: After all, you are a member of the Lower City, and I will try to leave you with a whole body. So, I’m really sorry that you couldn’t die happily.”
"Sa, shaman..."
Alberto struggled to squeeze out the last syllable from his throat, clawing hard at the butcher's palm and mask, struggling painfully in the long suffocation.
His pupils closed, his body twitched and stopped moving.
But the butcher still maintained his original posture. One second, two seconds, three seconds passed, and his body that had been still suddenly twitched. His closed eyes opened angrily, glaring at the killer in front of him with hatred, and tried his best to fight for the last time. Kicked him hard.
Until finally, the face turned purple, twitched suddenly, and then completely stiffened.
After a long period of torture and exhaustion, death finally came.
On that face of deadly hatred, the firelight burning outside the window was reflected in the pupils.
He is the first.