Joshua only cried for a moment, but his voice was full of sorrow and sorrow, his tears almost soaked his chest, and his whole body was a little deprived of oxygen from the incessant sobbing, which made his face appear a light gray.

If you just look at him crying, I am afraid that there will really be people who don't know what is going on to think that the corpse on the altar whose skin is gradually losing its temperature is his real relative—maybe he can only cry like this when his real mother dies.

But after about ten minutes, Joshua's crying stopped abruptly.

He continued to curl up in place for a moment, but it wasn't because he was mourning, but because the cold, slightly damp concrete floor made him feel comfortable.

Some of the buds of the pearl roses fell to the ground, and the petals were stained with a little saliva, which the boy had glued to while he was still alive, and it only took a moment for the buds of the flowers, which were so delicate and so expensive, to dry up a little.

There's a hint of it in their rich aroma.

Joshua frowned, and he got up from the ground.

As he left the altar, he stood beside the altar and glanced coldly at the corpse he had made.

"It's disgusting. ”

The corners of his mouth twisted slightly because of the corpse's hideous appearance.

Then he raised his hand and pulled the rope on the side of the altar, which would mechanically pull the golden bell in the distance, and the black-clad attendant who remained next to the golden bell knew what to do with the dead flesh on the altar.

As Joshua stepped up the stairs and left the altar, two attendants hunched their backs out of another corner of the room, one of the elders expertly flipping the switch that had been installed in the hidden place.

At this moment, the bright incandescent light filled the entire hall, perfectly fading the originally dark and mysterious atmosphere of this sacrifice hall.

But in the same way, the light made the corpse's horrific death more clear.

"Vomit ......"

One of the younger waiters caught off guard at the bloodshot bulging eyes of the dead boy. Although the man's pupils had become a little blurred, the fear and pain he had suffered before the experience still lingered in those eyes.

The young waiter, still a newcomer, almost screamed.

But before, his guide reached out and pressed his mouth.

"If I were you, I wouldn't make such a fuss. The elder lowered his voice and said, "Don't make a noise, it will be seen as disrespectful to the Son, you don't want to know what happens to those who are called disrespectful......

He made sure that the young man had gradually calmed down before letting go of his hand.

"But that man, he, he's dead, it's a violation of federal law—"

The young man spoke in a voice that was almost whispered, but he finally shut his mouth under the old man's gaze.

"There are no laws here. ”

The old man muttered at the same low volume.

He glanced at the young man with a dark gaze: "Legally, these people don't exist at all. Even if they die, no one will know their identity. They were just bought sacrifices. ”

Then he stepped forward and grabbed the dead boy's arms.

"Poor child. ”

The young man saw the old man's lips purse together, and he seemed to mutter.

Then the young man hurriedly stepped forward, and he tremblingly grabbed the young man's legs, carried the body down from the altar, and placed it on the stretcher that he and the old man had pushed over.

The old man took out the cleaning tools from under the stretcher, and he expertly cleaned the surface of the altar - most of them were the marks left by the deceased: saliva, tears, sweat, blood, and excrement from suffocation.

Of course, the buds scattered all over the ground were not spared.

After doing all this, he pushed the stunned young man and motioned for him to help back the body back to the small door where they had come.

It was only at this time that he forcibly endured his uneasiness, trembling and whispering, "What is the sacrifice you bought?"

The old man gave him an unusually cold look, but did not answer.

They carried the body to another room, where a more senior waiter was waiting.

The waiter sighed after examining the body.

"I think we should arrange some new goods, His Highness the Son has been in a terrible situation lately-"

The waiter's words suddenly stopped, and he glanced cautiously at the young man next to the old man.

"It's okay. ”

The old man noticed his gaze, shook his head and muttered.

The waiter breathed a sigh of relief.

As the young man followed the old man step by step out of the room that smelled of corpses, he vaguely saw the waiter walk to the wall and dial a number from a wall-mounted landline that is very rare in modern society.

"Grien, my inventory here is a little insufficient, have you already entered the 'goods'?"

After the phone was dialed, the waiter calmly spoke to the person on the other side of the microphone.

Of course, he didn't know that his phone call almost scared Glion and his men—

When the phone rang, the two men were staring blankly at the surveillance screen on the computer screen with suspicion and horror.

No...... Maybe that's not surveillance.

The slightly blued screen does show a picture of the 2904 luxury suite, and Grien can't mistake the disgusting chandeliers and the inexplicable geometric shapes of the furniture in that house.

But he didn't see the hero he expected. He didn't see the slender silver-haired male escort, and he didn't see the stupid, but in some places a somewhat eccentric Mr. R.

All he saw was something that was difficult to explain—

Like a cloud of mist, like a mass of snakes in the □□ stage, the thing was entrenched in the very center of the living room, and even through the screen, it seemed to be able to smell the fishy smell emanating from it.

"My God......"

His deputy, apparently frightened, pointed to the screen and called out a name, which was the surname of the family he had tortured and killed not long ago.

"Ghosts, their ghosts are still in that room!"

Grien had no way of knowing what the deputy had seen, but the burly man was now like a little boy who had seen a spider cowering in the corner of the office, his back pressed against the wall, barely peed his pants.

"Shut up, are you on drugs today?!There's no damn thing out there—"

Grien looked back from his deputy, and when he looked at the surveillance screen again, his curse stuck in his throat.

There are indeed ghosts there.

Grien's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the silhouette that was gradually emerging on the screen, a girl standing there, ragged and with a large belly, her face rotten, her white skull with only wisps of rotten flesh, only one eyeball was still in its place, a crimson that seemed to be oozing blood, and the other eyeball had long since fallen out, it hung on her cheekbones, shaky.

But she glared at Glion with such eyes.

Grien could even see the dark red musculature beneath her peeling skin, the dark yellow fat that maggots were waddling out of.

The girl's skirt was still stained with mud.

"Who is this...... Who's playing prank......"

A cold sweat broke out on Grien's face, and he stared at the screen with a pale face, unaware that he looked exactly like his former deputy—and just a few minutes ago, he had secretly mocked the uselessness of the other party in his own heart.

The rotting corpse seemed to be able to see Glion directly through the screen.

Grien was reluctant to admit it, but the goosebumps that kept popping up on his body proved his timidity.

[My child, give me back my child.] 】

Suddenly, the corpse's jaws opened and collided with each other.

The corpse-smelling sound was like a slender needle, piercing directly into Grien's brain from the eardrum.

"Wow woo woo ......"

Grien jumped to his feet, and he let out an uncontrollable scream.

[He's not just a baby, good man, just when I beg you, let him go, he's just a baby-]

Grien hated his memory, why did he remember it so clearly? The murmur of the dead soul kept echoing in his ears, and he could remember so clearly whose voice it belonged to.

Damn, damn it, that stinking □□ death was obviously a few years ago......

And the fucking □□ is looking for her own death, she actually doesn't have to die because she's always been very well-behaved, what's the name of that mayor's secretary...... Joshua couldn't remember exactly, but he remembered that the man had a rather tyrannical hobby, but he was still quite fond of the girl, and he even talked to Grien about buying the girl so that she could go from public to private. But the girl suddenly went crazy, and the church had said many times that they were not allowed to have their own children, because every drop of blood in their bodies was sinful, and they had to make themselves clean through a lot of atonement, and before that, their children would be sent away.

Well, Glynn also admits that only a small percentage of these children, most of them with light genes, are able to receive normal care, while some of the other less good ones — brown people, black hair, or other problems — are sent to different channels.

The girl's child was just not so lucky.

That's the way things are in this world, and if the child she gives birth to is a beautiful blonde boy or girl, all the trouble is gone.

But the stinky □□ just didn't want to listen, she made a lot of noise, and even contacted reporters privately - what could they do in the end?

In the end, Grien had to return her "child" to her with his own hands, and the dead baby was sewn back into her belly.

The teacher forced the other girls to watch the scene, which Grien thought was a bit perverted, but it turned out that the girls were much more well-behaved since then, and at least they didn't make a lot of noise......

Grien never thought he would see that girl again.

He swore he had disposed of her corpse clean—not even the damn rotting corpse. Because he dumped the stinking corpse directly into the car scrap disposal plant, she should have been wrenched into a ball of crumbs.

But now, the girl's ghost was watching him.

She was standing upside down on the ceiling, so close to the surveillance cameras...... No, wait, was she so close before?

Grion stared at the computer screen, and he felt chills all over his body.

As if hearing the doubts in his heart, the ghost slowly walked straight in the direction of the camera.

[He's just a baby, he's just a baby-]

The ghost's voice became more and more high-pitched and maddening.

"Oh God, oh God......"

Equally maddening was the crying behind him, his deputy, God knows what he saw, but he was completely frightened.

Grien clutched the armrest of his chair as he gasped heavily, his mind racing to explain what was in front of him.

"Shut up, you idiot......" he turned to the crying man in the corner, "this must be a fucking prank—this must be some kind of prank—there must be somewhere watching the jokes between the two of us right now!"

And at this moment, the phone on the desk rang—

At this moment, both the voice of the ghost and the cry of the man behind him suddenly disappeared.

Grien fell to the ground in fright, but he quickly got to his feet. He couldn't believe that he could show such a stupid appearance in front of his deputy, and his intense fear turned into a wave of anger, and he gritted his teeth and grabbed the phone in one gulp.

Then on the other end of the microphone, a familiar voice came.

Familiar content.

Familiar process.

……

Grion completed this "order" smoothly based on his own instinct rather than his own thinking, and thanks to the illusory Son, the phone call completely brought back his sanity and calmness.

He looked back at the surveillance footage: it was only pitch black now.

"Ho-ho. ”

A cold, cruel sneer escaped from his throat.

He couldn't believe his stupidity.

"It's definitely not a fucking ghost. He muttered, glaring grimly around the four corners of the office, glaring at his deputy, who seemed to be useless.

"Someone must be taking revenge on us. It's so easy, you don't even need to hire actors, you just need to get some weird pictures and go to the monitor channel, those glasses little deflated three, what's it called, hackers, you can do that very easily, can't you? And we're like that, like potatoes grown by a farmer, we're immediately scared out of the way - shut up, how long the fuck are you going to cry—"

Grien yelled at the man.

But the deputy, still with his head in his hands, curled up in the corner, just glanced in Grien's direction and screamed.

Grien felt that the veins on his forehead were beating with the man's scream, and suddenly there was a blood-red burst in front of his eyes.

"Bang-"

After a gunshot, the office finally returned to the quiet that Greon had hoped for.

Grien lowered his head, staring at the pool of blood that slowly spread to his feet, he couldn't take his eyes off the red, but his thoughts were so chaotic that even he didn't know what he was thinking.

"It's just a prank. ”

He muttered.

Who would do such a disgusting thing? Oh, it wouldn't be his deputy - the guy himself was scared enough. Grien knew that there were a few people under him who didn't like what he was doing. He counted those people one by one in his heart, and finally thought of one person.

It was a young man from Eastern Europe, an outsider who joined halfway.

And Grion had always thought that the guy had probably taken a liking to the little □□, and he would sometimes hear the outsider muttering to his colleagues, "That girl is the same age as my sister," as if Grion didn't know what was going on in his heart.

Yes, that person.

That nasty, vile outsider.

He must have done this prank, and he might have thought it was funny to play tricks on his boss, but Grien would let him know that it wasn't funny.

Grion's facial muscles were throbbing, he loaded his gun with bullets and gritted his teeth as he pulled open the office door.

He's going to go and give the guy a good look.

And at the moment when he was about to turn around, Grien inexplicably glanced at the corpse in the corner again. The corpse's face still had a look of extreme horror remaining, and Grion followed the corpse's stagnant gaze to the computer screen on the desktop.

The surveillance screen on it is still pitch black, but ......

Grien didn't understand why he was shaking all the time.

The blackness made him feel uncomfortable.

If Grien had been more sober at this time, he would probably have found that the pitch black on the screen was not really black...... Rather, it's a congealed, cloudy black-red.

It was someone, a girl's bleeding pupils.

And she is holding her pupils against the camera lens.

……

But Grien didn't notice anything, he wasn't right anymore - but he didn't realize it at all.

He became insane, his brain was in chaos, as if he was being mentally controlled by something, or rather, someone.

It didn't take much effort for Grien to find his imaginary mastermind, the alien youth.

The guy was in the room where Casey was being held, and when Grien kicked the door open, he turned around in horror and knocked over the cereal bowl in his hand - "Wow, I'm not surprised. ”

Glion glared at the two men in front of him with reddened eyes.

"Boss ......"

The young man looked timid, and he slowly stood up from Casey's side, then raised his hands.

He was so frightened that he was trembling even when he spoke.

"I don't mean anything else, I just want her to eat something, she hasn't eaten in a long time and I just think she's a little pathetic-"

Casey collapsed lifelessly at his feet, her face expressionless, her eyes set like two stones in her face, her neck and chest covered with milk. It can be seen that the young man's feeding has not received much good feedback.

"Ho-ho, you don't mean anything else, you think I don't know what you've done?" Grien grinned, his appearance startling the young man more than his gun.

"Boss?"

"Your acting skills are really good, I want to show you this kind of ...... The disgusting cowardice felt incredible. Don't you think it's funny? Those little tricks scared me, yes, I scared me, and I was swearing I'm going to make you pay......"

"I don't understand ......"

Grion felt blood rush to his forehead just by seeing the young man's pretending to be a calm idiot.

He gasped like an enraged bull, his eyes bloodshot, and his vision seemed to be stained with a bright red color.

"Oh, stop pretending to be like that, you know, you know everything, and of course, if you want to keep pretending like this - I'm going to figure everything out to you. ”

Grion stretched out his arm, and he grabbed the young man by the neck with ease.

"Maybe I should cut open your belly and stuff something into it, of course, how about a dead cat without a dead baby?" I think you'll be happy, after all, you've scared me with it......

Faintly, Grion sensed that someone had entered the room.

It was his men, a few of whom were questioning, and the noise they brought was so annoying to Grien.

The feeling that his mind went blank hit him again—

When he came back to his senses, he found that he had unconsciously shot many people.

"Woooooooooo......oo Woo...... Chief...... I don't understand......"

And the nasty ghost's face under his fingers had turned purple, and the guy was dripping with tears and snot, and he was desperately picking at Grien's fingers. Grion had a lot of scars on his hands, many of which were deep to the bone, but he found that he didn't feel any pain. 166 Reading Network