In order to separate the sharp knife team one by one, Catherine specially "packed" and "separated" all five iconic areas of Nightmare Town.
It includes the town library (with a complicated spatial structure) where the magician Jan and the prophets Marco and Martin are, and the town hall where Rosemary Tahan, who has been skinned and turned into a doll, is.
There are three other areas, hospital, park and playground.
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Back in time, when magician Jan threw his hat between churches,
The inventor of the twilight silver, Dr. Mycroft, has been completely attracted by the silver-haired young man who passed by the door. His thoughts seem to be pulled back to that night when two moons were in the sky, which was also the turning point of his life.
"How is it possible... How could Lorian appear here?"
Just as he was stunned, the high-speed rotating top hat was approaching. He instinctively wanted to dodge, but it got closer instead.
Trap triggered~buzz!
The space vortex transformed from the top hat directly took him to another nightmare space.
In a blink of an eye, he landed in front of the gate of an older hospital. Coincidentally, the style of this hospital building was very similar to that of the Twilight Clinic, and it also had three floors.
The operation of Nightmare Town still imitates the scenes in real life. Due to the fighting conflict that broke out in the central street, there is a constant stream of patients in the hospital tonight.
There were many townspeople who were missing arms and legs, and even half of their brains, queuing up to get a number in the hospital lobby.
McCovey sensed a hint of danger and conspiracy and didn't want to get involved, so he turned around and wanted to leave the area.
Just as he was walking towards the other side of the street from the hospital, he bumped into an invisible wall.
He took a half step back, allowing his right arm to turn completely silver, especially the fingertips, and pointed out.
Buzz!
Faint ripples spread out in all directions, with no signs of breaking.
"Has the space been completely blocked? The Origin of Nightmare could indeed do that.
However, the essence of this dream should always be that it is me and several other death row inmates who are dreaming, and we should be the real subjects who create the dream.
The nightmare should only interfere from the side, and as we go deeper, this interference will become more and more serious.
Theoretically, no matter how deep the nightmare is, it is impossible to have 100% control over it. As the dreamer, I should also have a certain degree of control over the dream.
Let me try. "
The short Dr. Mycroft sat cross-legged on the ground, slowly touched his head with his right hand, and inserted his sharp nails into his scalp, completely cutting open the skull and exposing the entire silver-plated brain.
Get rid of the barrier of the skull and let the brain come into direct contact with dreams.
Try to sense where the nightmare space can be manipulated, or where there are loopholes, or exits that can lead to leaving the current enclosed space.
Buzz!
At this moment, Mycroft's consciousness drifted away, and he followed the dream to the hospital, quickly passed through the crowd and found a ward in the corner - 0330.
The key to escape may be hidden in this ward.
“Found it… maybe we can just leave this area and return to the church! As long as I can help Wrinkled Spacey complete the skin graft, this mission may be successfully completed and I can be free again.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s Lorian or not. Even if it’s really him, just kill him again.”
Mycroft's tongue began to swirl in circles at the thought of freedom.
He had even imagined himself restarting medical research. As long as it was beneficial to his research and innovation, he would still choose to use living people as raw embryos.
Dr. McCaffrey covered the skull and glued it together with a silver liquid.
Then he ran his finger across his tongue, dipped it in saliva, and wiped the lens embedded in the eye socket clean.
He did not slip in through the hospital's main entrance, nor did he deliberately pass through the crowded hall to avoid being surrounded by nightmare creatures or attacked by nightmares hiding in the dark.
He climbed directly onto the outer wall of the hospital building. His silver fingernails easily inserted into the wall, supporting his small body as he quickly climbed to the third floor.
He pushed open the unlocked window and fell into Ward 0330.
However,
What I saw was just an ordinary six-person ward. There was no suspected exit at all. The six empty beds were placed symmetrically.
As Mycroft tried to search the room more carefully,
There was an extra patient on the originally empty bed, and he happened to be blocked by the curtain. From the reflected silhouette, it could be seen that the other person was wearing a hospital gown and had an infusion bottle connected to his hand.
Mycroft already felt a sense of uneasiness; the human figure seemed extremely familiar to him.
He slowly approached the bed, and his skin and suit turned silver, forming a silver protective layer to prevent any possible attacks.
The palm of the hand approaches the curtain,
The moment they touched... Swish! They suddenly opened!
There was no one on the bed. What I just saw was just an illusion.
Just at this moment, the door of the ward opened and a silver-haired young man just walked past the door.
"Are you behind this? Lorian... is good at using fake moons to create illusions, and has always been like this."
Mycroft lost his composure and quickly ran out of the ward, looking for the silver-haired young man.
However, the corridors were crowded with patients in strange shapes and sizes, some of whom even stuck their bodies to the walls for infusions.
A head of silver hair could be vaguely seen moving away among the crowd. Mycroft could even imagine Lorian's full-length image in his mind and felt that the other party was mocking him.
Perhaps he recalled that the Twilight Clinic, which he had worked so hard to build and run, was destroyed by the appearance of Lorian.
Perhaps he remembered that he was about to realize the mass production of "Dusk Silver Liquid", and it might even become a well-known potion comparable to "Secret Elixir of the Sun", but it was finally completely ended by the arrival of Lorian.
Perhaps he remembered Lorian's mocking face when the two of them fought.
He even suspected that Lorian had deliberately lifted the illusion and lost the battle to him, so that the arriving Gentlemen's Army could reveal the truth about the Dusk Clinic, label him a silver demon, and give him a brain jar punishment more painful than death.
Or perhaps it was because Mycroft had taken the initiative to uncover the skull that the nightmare factor invaded directly.
At this moment, he lost control.
The malignancy in McCovey's body was completely controlled.
"Arthritis-type psoriasis" is fully stimulated, inducing the occurrence of ankylosing spondylitis... Kaka~ You can hear the spine on your back making a clicking sound, and the vertebrae straighten and begin to grow.
Swish~ the flesh is torn apart.
In the end, Mycroft's body was torn into three parts with his neck and waist as the breaking points, and strung together by the growing spine.
The head was lifted up more than three meters, and the torso was about two and a half meters high.
At the same time, multiple joints throughout the body began to creak.
A forked joint grew at the elbow, giving rise to three completely different forearms. The number of fingers also increased, and the knuckles slowly evolved into the structure of a silver scalpel.
The name of the Silver Devil comes from this.
He chased forward in this form, and any nightmare patient who passed by him was dismembered. The entire hospital building seemed to have turned into Dr. McCoff's slaughterhouse.
However, these nightmare patients who were killed immediately turned into an inky gas after death, which gathered together and seeped towards the downstairs.
When Dr. Mycroft chased to the first floor, the silver-haired young man was standing in the middle of the hall with his back to him.
The nightmare auras of the patients and medical staff who were massacred in nightmares also gathered here and were absorbed by the silver-haired young man... Swish! The six tentacles stretched out from the young man's back because he was too full.
The young man turned around at this moment, but was greeted by a strange face.
"You're not Lorian... Who are you?"
(End of this chapter)