The little devils in white coats around were overwhelmed with fright, and everyone didn't know what was going on.

What's even more terrifying is that at this time, a strange human eye pattern gradually grew on the skin of the woman who had been hollowed out.

I watched the scene with my eyes wide open, and suddenly realized that the pattern on her skin was very similar to the pattern on the weird box that emitted radiation I had found earlier, almost identical.

It's like a strange eye, with an indescribable weirdness.

The female corpse's eyes widened, and then her pupils suddenly turned blood-red, and the position of her throat was slightly raised, as if something had grown, and even her nails were growing wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This scene frightened everyone around him and ran out, even the cowardly man.

The mutated woman tied to the operating table behind the window kept struggling, and the next second she suddenly broke free from the restraints on her hands.

In the cramped empty dissection room, little by little out of my sight.

My uncontrollable curiosity grew stronger and stronger, wanting to see through the window where the female corpse had gone.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, an extremely terrifying face suddenly appeared in front of me, and my eyes had been dug out, leaving only bloody holes in my eye sockets, which scared me so much that I couldn't help but take a few steps back and sit on the ground.

"What the hell."

I couldn't help but shout and stood up directly from the corner, looking at my clothes soaked in cold sweat, and realized that I had just had a terrible nightmare.

I couldn't help but take a few deep breaths until the depression in my heart gradually subsided, and I remembered the dream that seemed to be there just now, and I suddenly realized that this seemed to be the tragic experience of that woman decades ago.

Suchak next to him was still huddled in the corner, clutching the old photo of his daughter tightly in his hand, and the injuries on his body had almost recovered by relying on his own self-healing ability.

Even though he was no different from a normal person at this time, I still can't forget the horrible sight of his eyes covered in some kind of stimulation.

The room was empty, except for me and Suchak, except for the corpse of the woman on the dissecting table who had just appeared in a dream.

The iron door was still tightly shut, unable to open it no matter how hard I tried, and I suddenly remembered what Suchak had said.

Since this female ghost has always existed in this dissecting room, why didn't she take advantage of my sleep to harm me, but wanted to trap me here.

The woman seemed to have some kind of intention, but for a moment she couldn't figure it out, after all, she wandered in this room and only Suchak could see it.

I couldn't see her at all.

Until my eyes subconsciously looked at the strange box hanging from my waist, and the strange eye pattern on it was the scene I had encountered in my dream just now.

But if the dream is a real scene that happened decades ago, what does that weird woman have to do with the box in front of her?

I couldn't help but hold my head, and gradually lost my thoughts, but I didn't expect to accidentally find a document hidden under the table in the dissection room.

The file bag was covered with a thick layer of dust, and a few Japanese words on it immediately attracted my attention.

This is a high-level classified document submitted to a high-ranking Japanese military officer, and after a simple translation, the contents of it seem to be similar to what I know.

It seems that the matter has come to this point, and the secrets of the entire tunnel have been completely revealed.

Only the origin of the weird box in front of me is still a little unclear, and I can only guess that this is also the group of little devils who inadvertently excavated it from the ground back then.

Looking at the strange eye pattern on the box, I almost didn't suppress my curiosity several times, and wanted to open it to take a look, but I forced it back.

I kept recalling the tragic encounter that had just happened in the dream, and the woman had finally turned into a demon, and her heart must have been full of resentment.

Until all of a sudden, there was a strange vibration in my ears, and I followed the sound only to find that the dusty tools that had been placed on the dissecting table were constantly shaking.

The walls on both sides were very narrow, and suddenly there were large blood stains, and the walls were washed like red paint.

The heavy smell of blood echoed in my nose, and this horror movie-like scene was really happening in front of my eyes, and I could hardly avoid it.

It wasn't until the thick blood spread to my feet that I finally had a trace of fear, and cold sweat ran down my cheeks on my forehead.

The strong feeling of depression in my heart made me have to run desperately to the iron door at the exit, but no matter how hard I tried, the iron door still couldn't be opened.

In the dimness, I seemed to see strange faces in the pool of blood, some of them wearing tattered military uniforms, as if they were little devils who had died in the tunnel decades ago.

Some of them were brutalized laborers, who pounced on me with their mouths wide open and wailing like ghosts.

I was so frightened that I didn't know what to do, until I accidentally hit my head in the corner of a nearby wall, and the sharp pain instantly woke me up.

The scene in front of me suddenly disappeared, leaving only Suchak sleeping in the corner and me standing in a cold sweat, at a loss.

The scene of blood and water before seemed to immerse me in the scene, it was a real fear from the heart, although after the hallucination disappeared, the empty dissection room still returned to its original state, but it still made me feel deeply panicked.

Until something suddenly realized in my mind, could it be that this woman didn't want me and Suchak to die happily, but wanted to torture until death.

Let us both feel the pain and horror she was subjected to at the beginning.

I was suddenly startled by my own thoughts, and the thought that I might not be dealing with a "person" made it seem like something was buzzing in my head.

Even the psychological defense line that has been on the verge of collapse seems to be shattering at any time.

I couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and subconsciously wanted to wake up the sleeping Suchak, but no matter how I spoke, it seemed like I couldn't open my mouth.

My throat felt as if it was blocked by something, and I coughed vigorously a few times, only to find a strange clump of black woman's hair coming out of my throat.

At the same time, the woman's cry echoed throughout the dissection room, a voice that seemed to be heard only by me, almost undisguised.

The cry was miserable and eerie, and even turned into a sneer at the end.

"Gurgle... Giggles. ”

I couldn't help but pick up the iron axe next to the table, and in a state of mental breakdown, it seemed that this thing was the only thing that could give me a little sense of security.