Silent Crown Chapter 158: The butcher and the boy

The engineer who designed this at the time never thought that there would be such a neurosis, and he could not get through the door, so he just opened the door. Geeli Literature Network

Ye Qingxuan first stepped on the fallen gate and the gravel and walked into the door, but did not see Lorenzo-that guy really ran fast. This is a good quality in Xiacheng, otherwise he would not live today. .

"Let's go."

He looked back at the butcher: "Since I'm here, let's take a look at the real look of Arkham Mental Hospital."

After walking through a long path and walking up the stairs, it is like entering some complicated building.

The pungent disinfectant gas is still in the air.

The strong smell, like it not only kills germs, but also kills people in this smell.

Only footsteps echoed in the silent corridor.

There are lights on the ceiling, pale and dazzling, illuminating the iron fences on both sides, and the shadows behind the fences.

Those people look like they come from all over the world, with different ages and appearances, but there are more or less abnormal signs on their bodies.

Some people have bones on the outside of their skin, some have slender and skinny limbs that can only be curled up in a cage, and some have barbeds at their joints, which look abnormally hideous. Some people have muscles and muscles, and the iron fence is just two pieces of noodles in front of him, but they didn't even think about it.

There are also fish gills after the ears, which are the same traces on the body of the former hag Emma...Siren transformation.

Their mutations are by no means the same, even if they are two identical transformations, they have different directions. The only thing in common is their dull and blank expressions.

Neither the roar in the distance just now nor the strangers walking by the fence attracted their attention.

No one was even tentatively shouting hungry, or begging them to let themselves out.

It's like being immersed in your own world. Those people huddled up in their cages, intently smearing something on the ground, muttering to themselves, or spitting bubbles. Giggle...

"This should be the ward?"

Ye Qingxuan whispered softly, looking at their appearance:

They all wear the same clothes as the skeleton in the sewer. The attire that looked like a prisoner was a white robe worn by the patient for the convenience of the operation.

Ten years ago, there should have been a turmoil here, and some people escaped, like the hag Emma. Others did not escape, like the dry bones in the sewer, they could only stare at the sky and die.

Since then, they should have strengthened their control measures, for example...like now.

The butcher looked at the modified patients coldly, holding the bone saw in his hand. Fully guarded, but Ye Qingxuan next to him downplayed it.

"Don't be nervous, they won't have any reaction."

He pulled a person from the iron cage at his will, and that person did not resist, just let him be at his mercy.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, looked at the back of his head and the side of his ears, and understood the abnormality of his pupils.

"Sure enough, the anterior lobe resection surgery."

Ye Qingxuan gestured to the butcher with a gesture of sticking out his fingers and poking his eyes: "From under the eyes, pierce a cone of ice, and the cone of ice pierced into the skull. With the feeling of hand, the anterior lobe of the brain is stirred into thinness... After this, No matter what fierce people are, they will become good babies. They are at the mercy of others.

As long as you are proficient, the operation time is even a few minutes, safe and harmless, and will not affect any subsequent modifications.

It's really safe and convenient. "

The young man sniffed the increasingly strong smell of disinfectant in the wind, and there seemed to be phantoms flashing in front of his eyes, and the memories of those sleeping in his brain appeared again.

Actually, those broken memories could not be remembered clearly in the past drifts, and he didn't want to remember what happened to him again, but I don't know why. The anger in my heart burned. That anger is like lava under the earth's crust, walking silently through the darkness. Those who can't see the fire, but burn it, want to go crazy.

But he didn't even know that this rage should be aimed at.

"Hey. Uncle, let's go separately."

He suddenly said softly: "Shaman, did you actually give you another task?"

The butcher was silent and did not answer.

"He knew that the House controlled the Arkham Mental Hospital, right? He let me explore this place just to figure out what is going on here.

He asked you to come here with me, not for you to protect me, but for you to kill his enemies. In addition to professors, there are also members of the House. "

The young man looked at him quietly:

"—right?"

In the youth's gaze, the butcher was silent and did not answer.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but curl his lips,

"Uncle Seton, it's not a solution for you to always pretend to be so."

The butcher was stunned, his eyes finally changed, from fierce to gloomy, then to hideous.

The young man just looked at him, until after a long time, an irritable breath came from under the mask: "How did you know?"

"You can't expect me to suddenly join forces with someone who has chased me down, right?"

Ye Qingxuan spread his hands, "I have to investigate."

"By the time of the day?"

"In fact, there is more."

Ye Qingxuan said, "Actually, after I found out that I was able to escape from the butcher who never missed, I suspected that you were merciful to my men.

Every time I think about it later, I feel a lot of doubts. I don't feel strong enough to escape the butcher's pursuit. Then there is only one possibility left:

—The butcher has released water. "

"..."

The ‘butcher’, or Seton, was speechless, just silent.

"...As long as you connect this line, it is easy to understand. After all, I have very few friends, and there are not many people like you.

I still appreciate you letting me go. After all, I really felt like I was going to die at the time. "

Ye Qingxuan tilted his head and looked at him: "However, you come out for extra money, the boss doesn't know, right?"

"..."

In silence, under the huge horse-head mask, Seton’s expression must become ugly:

"***, fuck!"

He smashed the bone saw to the ground irritably. A crack was smashed, and finally he glanced at Ye Qingxuan and turned away.

It can be behind him. The young man stared at his distant back and suddenly shouted:

"—Uncle Seton."

"Huh?" Seton looked back.

"Be careful."

Young and young say goodbye.

The butcher sneered.

"Are you not the one who should pay attention to safety?"

He waved his hand without looking back: "Don't worry. For Lao Fei's face, you are dead, I will avenge you."

"Oh, that's great."

The voice of the young man came from far behind, and gradually became inaudible.

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The butcher walked slowly through the darkness, following the smell of blood in the wind.

According to the map given to him by his employer, he was about to walk through the corridor and step up the stairs. Go through the third operating room and turn right, break through the sixth hall, and then ride down the elevator platform until it reaches the central organ.

——Along the way, all places were destroyed, all the materials related to the blood sacrifice were burned, and all the living things were killed.

The enemies include the mob under the Mafia, the original caretaker of the hospital, the minions of the council, and the... black musicians hired by them.

Moving forward in silence. The butcher's footsteps suddenly stopped.

The pale light above his 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 third operating room has been rusty.

The operation is in progress.

In the gap under the iron gate. Popo's blood permeated silently.

In the baby's cry, the air was softly singing like a ghost aria, like a dead woman staring at the world in hell, screaming and screaming.

In silence, the butcher silently pushed open the iron gate and saw blood everywhere.

Under the blazing white light, a figure in a white coat turned his back, carefully soaking a string of internal organs in the antiseptic solution, and carefully and carefully packed every finishing touch. Finally, the emptied baby was thrown into the trash.

He turned around, and the pupils behind the mask saw the visitor. Frozen for a moment.

"Butcher?"

The sound is like a hoarse sound from dozens of mouths at the same time, and those sounds overlap. Become a harsh noise.

The way the butcher stared at him, his gaze fell on him, as if through his clothes, seeing the dozen or so lips wriggling on the body, he suddenly realized:

"Black musician. Yellow feet?"

The green-toothed brother who died, the yellow feet slowly nodded: "A few minutes ago, Alberto's people told me that someone had broken in. Where is your companion? Where did he go?

To be honest, I would like to meet Holmes more than you: both are black musicians, there must be many topics to discuss. "

A sneer came from under the mask.

Yellowfoot seems to understand something, and his eyes are a little regretful: "Forget it, it doesn't matter if it's you, it's rare to have such a good experimental material..."

The butcher squeezed the bone saw in silence, and there was a crisp sound of joint friction in the shell, visible to the naked eye, the shell swelled, swelled, and then swelled!

Until the end, he was transformed into that hideous giant again.

"God, please be merciful, I knelt down in the river of soul, trying to wash away the dirt! God, please redeem me, the curse has passed my waist, can you hear my pleading God, please give me a gift, the blood has flowed over my neck, and I scream for relief..."

The movement engraved on the body was awakened, making the sound of blood flow turned into ocean tides, the heartbeat sounded like a drum beating the beat, making the ether vibrate, and the blood surging out from the pores, turning into sheets in the air The face of the deceased responds with a smile:

"La la la la la la la~"

Silent, the light went out.

In the darkness, the singing from the dead and the overlapping chants of the black musicians suddenly violent, the roar and tremors spread, and invisible dust was set off.

The temperature of the blood and the maliciously condensed substance splashed around~IndoMTL.com~Darkness swallowed everything.

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In the silent corridor, the young man watched the butcher go away. In silence, he looked around the dull faces, and a sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Well, let's have a good fight too."

He slammed his cane on the ground, and burst into a steel voice: "Whether it is the professor or the House, everyone has revenge and complaints.

Since I'm called the vengeful spirit, I always have to make them pay for what they do...! "(To be continued)

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