"Crunch... Crunch".

The strange sound echoed in my ears, and this time it really made me feel full of horror.

There was a strange knock on the door of the elevator room next to it, which sounded like there was a wind blowing on the iron door, but this was obviously a tunnel left by the Japanese army, even if there was wind, how could it be such a strong cold wind.

Until a crack opened in the iron door in front of me, the cold sweat on my face instantly flowed, and according to the previous descending distance, Suchak and I were still only in the small half-range at this time.

It was at least a few hundred meters from the previous floor, and down the slope there was silence in the tunnel.

The sound of rubbing the rails was gone, but there was air blowing in my ears.

Suczak's eyes were terrified, as if he had seen something in the dark, but when I followed his gaze, it was clear that he could not see anything.

Until the iron door creaked open, and a quiet corridor that led to it was revealed.

There was dust all around, and the dim chandelier above me flickered, as if waiting for me and Suzak to arrive.

This time I was really a little scared, the original no-ghost theory in my heart has suddenly become invalid here, and after so much experience, I even began to wonder if there would be ghosts in the underground tunnels left by the Japanese army.

Or maybe it has something to do with the stone statue recorded in the diary.

With apprehension, I walked in little by little.

In my mind, I remembered the surrounding scene I had noticed when I descended before, and there didn't seem to be this strange stop in the middle of the upper and lower floors.

Even the elevator's dusty control panel doesn't indicate where it belongs, as if it appeared out of thin air.

Although Suchak's body had recovered a lot, there were still terrible wounds bleeding outward, and his skin was the color of an ordinary person, but the blood was translucent in the dim light.

Seeing that he still could not walk upright, I once again carried him on my back with one hand.

A disabled person, a monster, walked into the unknown tunnel corridor little by little.

When you step on the floor of the corridor, a heavy and strange feeling is transmitted to your whole body, and it seems that no one has been here for a long time.

Even the dim chandelier overhead was stained with blood, and there was an indescribable smell in the entire corridor.

At the end of the door, there was a dark iron door, in the dim light I couldn't read the Japanese characters on the iron door, until I got a little closer to find that the content on it was all idlers and the like.

Obviously, this place seems to belong to the secret research institute of the little devils back then.

I couldn't help but take a deep breath, stood in front of the iron door and gently pushed it, but I didn't expect the seemingly heavy iron door to quietly open a gap.

Inside, the scene was even more eerie, the space behind the iron door was very narrow, and there were huge specimen bottles covered with white cloths everywhere.

This time, I didn't dare to look at what was in the bottle, and combined with what had happened before, even if I hadn't wiped the dust off the bottle, I could guess that it must be those people who had been mutilated.

It's just that I didn't expect that there was a secret door to another place in the room, and when it was opened, it was just a more narrow dissection room.

The operating table was covered with dust, and a humanoid silhouette could be faintly seen.

Only then did I realize that the operating table was still covered with a layer of white cloth, and after I opened it, the scene in front of me suddenly made me can't help but take a few steps back.

It was a woman who could not be described in words, her skin was sallow, and the yellowish transparent oil seeped out and flowed everywhere.

All the organs in the body had been removed decades ago, revealing a huge and horrific wound in the abdomen.

The strangest thing is the facial features of this person, I always think that the appearance of this corpse is very distinctive, but I can't tell what is not wrong.

If this woman must have been very beautiful when she was alive, but the position of her eyes and nose was extremely incongruous, and her withered yellow hair was still sticking to her scalp and had not fallen off completely.

Even if the skin is distorted after the corpse decomposes, it will never be what it looks like it is.

I couldn't help but subconsciously reach out and try to touch the corpse's jaw to see if the tongue inside was still there.

Unexpectedly, this time I directly tore off the skin of the entire corpse, and I stumbled and hurriedly took a few steps back.

Looking at the terrifying face in his hand, he almost didn't make a startled sound, but the next second he found that something was not quite right with the corpse on the table.

It turned out that what was torn off just now was just a rubber mask, and it was no wonder that after so long, the hair of the female corpse had not completely decayed.

With apprehensive steps, I approached the female corpse parked on the operating table.

The scene in front of me almost didn't make me scared away, and I fell to the ground again.

It turned out that the face hidden under the holster was actually reversed, and this female corpse was the same as the two corpses found at the beginning, all of which had reversed facial features.

The only difference is that the stitched wounds can be seen on the face of the corpse in front of him, which seems to have been deliberately done by the group of little devils back then.

The stitched wounds surround the entire face and the bare head of the female corpse, as if there was a very strange secret experiment here decades ago.

As I got used to it, I couldn't help but look at the woman's closed eyes, as if I noticed something was not right.

Little by little, he opened the eyelids of the female corpse with his hands, and suddenly found that her pupils were actually grayish-white. In the dim light, he thought he hadn't seen clearly, so he subconsciously took a few steps closer.

Unexpectedly, the gray-white eyes suddenly rolled, and I was so frightened that I almost hit the wall behind me.

"Hallucinations."

"I must have been here for a long time and hallucinated."

I sat on the floor and comforted myself, while Suchak stared at the large specimen containers outside the dissecting room, and the skin on his body had almost recovered.

Only the face and jaw are still exposed, and the terrifying bones can be faintly seen.

This is the third strange corpse we have found so far, what is the power that can turn a person's facial features upside down.

It was as if there was a shocking secret hidden here, and I couldn't help but think of the scene when I dissected the corpse on the elevator in the first place.

Those two extra bones are still vivid in my mind, and although I am not a biologist, I still know some simple common sense.

Those two bones could not be original to the human body at all, and it seemed that there was only one possibility of evolution.

After all, Suchak in front of him is a living example, the cells in his body have undergone sudden changes, and it seems that he can still feel something that ordinary people can't see.