The head was cut off quickly and smoothly, sliding horizontally on the surface of the neck.
The head did not flip at all during the fall, and landed steadily between the legs...
Bang!
The sound was like a whole piece of tofu falling to the ground.
This was the first time that Yi Chen watched his companions die in front of him after traveling to this world, and he was powerless to do anything.
"Barry..."
A whisper escaped his lips.
This time, the calling of his name did not get any response. Even though no blood splashed on Yi Chen's body, his vision filtered out the colors, leaving only black and white.
Yi Chen stood there in a daze, staring at the head falling to the ground through the gap between Barry's legs, with no intention of escaping at all.
In other words, when toes and noses are cut off,
Yi Chen was completely certain that the vice president had never boasted about his abilities. It was impossible for him to escape as long as he was in the hotel, let alone escape to the Sunshine Hospital several streets away.
The opponent's range, accuracy and destructive power are far superior to mine. All existing means can't help me escape, let alone defeat the opponent.
A dead end
Huh~ Yi Chen took a deep breath.
Walk around to Barry, squat in front of the fallen head, and close his eyelids from behind.
Yi Chen also put away the exposed chains, needles, axes and guns and put them back into the briefcase, and even changed the coat he used in combat into a decent suit.
He adjusted his tie with one hand.
He walked towards Vice President Evart with a suitcase in one hand.
Although Yi Chen's appearance was indeed harmless, Vice President Evatt had no intention of letting down his guard.
He had been cheated once in the elevator before, and he had also witnessed the pain in Yi Chen's body that came from the old world, so he was personally very vigilant.
Considering that Yi Chen might suddenly pounce on him and fight to the death, he has given up the idea of capturing him alive.
Raise one hand!
The surgical thread that bounced off the ground strangled Yi Chen's neck, hanging him in the hall together with the other dead bodies.
Just to be on the safe side,
After making sure the hanging was stable, Evatt switched to the "sensory line" and implanted a cross-shaped death symbol deep into Yi Chen's consciousness.
Faced with such an absolute dead end, Yi Chen remained indifferent.
Since death is inevitable, it is better to face it.
As extremely clear symbols of death are formed in the brain, the irresistible "death plague" quickly invades every corner of the brain.
In an instant, the originally uncomfortable hanging position became extremely comfortable, and I was even reluctant to actively get out of the coil.
"Is this how it feels? No wonder the infected individuals are rushing to commit suicide, just like a traveler who has been walking in the desert for several days without drinking water and sees an oasis, it is impossible for him to resist not drinking water.
After all, I wasn't against death. Death has been with me for a long time, and it was the key to my escape from the orphanage and my independent adulthood.
At this time, the plague has invaded the hippocampus area of the brain that manages memory, and some pathogen invisible to the naked eye will achieve complete "infection-transcription" in the hippocampus area.
This process is the key to the subsequent construction of the dead. Before the process is completed, the plague will even maintain the survival of the individual to ensure the active functioning of brain tissue.
All memories of the individual are replicated through infection transcription and taken away with the 'last breath'.
However,
As the plague transcribes memories, some deep dark memories are unearthed.
The 'darkness' here is literal, as strands of black liquid flow out from the core of the hippocampus and interact with the plague.
outside world.
Yi Chen, who was in a hanging state, gradually lost consciousness.
When both eyes go completely black...
Ding ding ding!
The alarm clock rang rapidly and noisily.
Stimulating Yi Chen's 12-year-old body, he sat up from the bed and changed into a sweater, jeans and sneakers in just ten seconds.
When the right hand extends from between the sleeves, the alarm clock is turned off.
Two years have passed since he escaped from the Orphanage in Black Mountain.
While investigating his father whom he had never met, he killed a terrifying inhuman woman in subway station 13, and thus encountered a mysterious organization, which was also the organization his father belonged to when he was alive.
It is then revealed that his father is not a serial killer at all. The reason he takes the last bus every night is simply to carry out a "hunting mission", hunting those monsters with perfect skins that mingle among humans.
Because of these eccentricities, they have normal identities in society and even have families.
As they are hunted, news of their disappearances will naturally appear.
In the past two years.
Yi Chen has been keeping in touch with the organization through special means and receives 1 to 3 tasks almost every month. Some tasks directly involve weird clearance operations, while some tasks are simply human tracking and anomaly screening.
As long as the organization determines that the mission has been completed, Yi Chen's personal account will receive a large sum of money, enough for his personal consumption, or even to settle down in a big city and live a high-quality life.
But he chose a suburb where rental prices were relatively low, and his diet always followed the orphanage's weekly diet plan, taking in vitamins and protein precisely.
Save any extra money.
The remaining time will be spent on various exercises to ensure the healthy growth of the body. Before the orphanage is eradicated, Yi Chen will not relax for a moment.
Since he is currently just a "temporary worker", he can only passively accept tasks from the organization and cannot ask the organization for relevant information. Therefore, he has never asked the organization about the orphanage.
Today is a special day.
After two years of observation, Yi Chen, who is only 12 years old, was accepted as a formal member of the organization with a task completion rate of 91.3%, and will report to one of the organization's bases.
There is one more important thing to do before he goes out - put on makeup.
This is something that must be done every day. The corpse spots on the face and the most exaggerated bullet holes must be covered up by applying sufficiently realistic "dead makeup".
If someone saw it, it would definitely cause quite a commotion.
After two years, Yi Chen's makeup skills have reached perfection. If he doesn't work for the organization, he can apply to be a mortician.
Everything went right.
He put on a heavy backpack, pulled the hood of his sweatshirt, and walked out of the urban village where he rented.
Following the information on the note, I found a newspaper office at the corner of the street, bought a storybook from the owner, and took the No. 107 bus at the stop not far away.
We have arrived at the final stop, Lushan Psychiatric Hospital. Welcome to take bus No. 107. Wish you a nice day! Please take your belongings and get off the bus in an orderly manner.
Continue walking along the winding mountain road for several hundred meters.
A fully enclosed mental hospital built against the mountain appears before our eyes. Its exaggerated gate structure seems to be welcoming the arrival of a giant mountain god.
Yi Chen came to the land shrine beside the gate, tore off a page of the story and put it into the secret compartment.
The shrine was moved away, revealing a secret passage leading directly to the main building of the mental hospital.
After walking through the secret passage for another half an hour, Yi Chen walked out of a room lined with bookcases.
A female doctor wearing round-frame glasses and a white coat was sitting at her desk reviewing relevant documents, her smooth black hair just hanging down on the table.
It is impossible to judge her exact age from her exquisite profile. It is entirely possible that her age fluctuates randomly within the range of 20-35.
The female doctor was the one who recruited Yi Chen at the subway station two years ago and was one of the "connectors" of the organization.
"There are cups and tea leaves suitable for you on the table. Please help yourself."
Yi Chen originally had no habit of drinking tea, but when he smelled the rotten smell of tea leaves, he became excited.
I quickly made myself a cup of wine, and gulp, gurgle~ I felt that my dry and festering throat became smoother as if it had been reborn, and I even felt like I had been reborn.
I even made up my mind to ask about the origin of this tea and how to buy it.
The comfortable feeling coming from his throat made him pinch his neck.
This pinch was like touching a surgical thread that was tightly tightening the skin, giving an illusion of being forced to hang oneself. However, after concentrating, the feeling of hanging disappeared.
I have rarely used this dual-line narrative writing style before, as I was afraid it would be confusing to read. I don’t know what you think about it. You can give me feedback in the comments section.
(End of this chapter)