Zhang Xiaoluo stood by this manhole cover, he thought of Zhang Yu, thought of Zhi Fei, thought of Shi Shengnan, and thought of those friends he cared about.

He slowly bent down, stretched out his hand with difficulty, grabbed the edge of the cold manhole cover, and slowly pulled open the manhole cover, which seemed to have not been moved in years.

There are some things that instinctively can not care about and can be discarded mercilessly, but Zhang Xiaoluo can't!

He is no longer the carefree Xuanmen boy, he already has a concern that he can't let go, there are some things he must figure out!

Beneath the manhole cover was a dark, barely passable passage, and finger-thick, rusty steel bars were inserted across the inner wall of the cement passage, forming a simple escalator leading downward. Occasionally, a faint light flashed from the depths of the dark passage, and then went out again.

A pungent smell overflowed from the passage, and Zhang Xiaoluo was extremely familiar with this smell, which he had smelled in the underground morgue of the attached hospital.

The smell of formalin, a commonly used preservative in hospitals.

Zhang Xiaoluo was silent, his body trembled slightly, and his movements along the escalator slowly descended strangely and stiffly, as if there were two different wills in his body fighting for control of his body.

Zhang Xiaoluo finally suppressed the restless instinct in his body, and slowly descended the escalator into this deep passage.

The bottom of the passage was not spacious, and there were thick bones of rotting animals on the ground, the size of kittens, which should be the remains of those wild mice that love yin and decay.

On the wall on one side of the ground, there was an iron door more than one person high, and the decay of the iron door was much more serious than that of the manhole cover, and there was already an irregular breach the size of a fist on the iron door.

The ghostly light that flickered from time to time came from this ruined place.

Zhang Xiaoluo held the handle on the iron door, and with a slight force, with a piercing "squeak" sound, the iron door had been opened by him.

Inside the door is a hall filled with dense transparent plastic cans.

In the corner of the hall was a small machine, presumably the kind of power storage device that had long since been obsolete. This power storage device has kept the dim emergency light in the corner of the hall on until now.

The neatly placed experimental table, the dusty various instruments, are already more than one person high, and the liquid in them has long dried up the human specimen jar.

Cold, eerie, oppressive, without the slightest breath of rawness.

Zhang Xiaoluo has traveled to the Yellow Springs, but he has not witnessed the tragic situation of the hell of the underworld. Even if it's the eighteenth layer of hell in the underworld, it's nothing more than what it looks like.

There are no less than 100 specimen jars in the entire hall, and each specimen jar contains a shriveled human specimen.

Old, young, male, female.

Zhang Xiaoluo's face turned pale, he gasped for breath, and slowly stretched out his hand to caress the dusty cold outer wall of the specimen jar beside him, which was more than one person high.

The person in the jar had a burly figure that was even more burly than Zhang Xiaoluo, but with the loss of the liquid in the tube, the burly figure had already dried up, and the pale and blue-black skin was like a human skin coat, covering the tall skeleton.

On his chest, there was a cut from the chest to the lower abdomen.

This is a middle-aged man, his head is slightly tilted to one side, his face that has been soaked and swollen still has a thick look of horror, and the two black hole eye sockets seem to be staring at Zhang Xiaoluo, screaming silently, telling his fear and unwillingness.

This is a man whose neck has been twisted alive and then made into a human specimen and placed in a formalin specimen jar!

Zhang Xiaoluo's heavy panting voice was extremely loud in the entire dead hall.

A picture appeared before his eyes.

Years ago, in this very hall, the man was cut open by several men in anatomical gowns, masks, and blindfolds, and here his chest was cut open up to the abdomen. Red blood flowed from the man's body, stained the operating table, and dripped.

The man screamed until his neck was torn, and then he was soaked into a specimen jar filled with viscous embalming liquid to make the human specimen.

Zhang Xiaoluo's gaze moved away from the specimen in front of him and looked at another specimen jar next to him.

This is a skinny girl, looking at her height, she is ** years old.

The sawn-off right leg has a fist-sized bloody hole in the front chest, the mandible has been shattered, revealing a miserable white socket, and the lower row of teeth is gone.

Zhang Xiaoluo walked slowly in this hellish hall, and every time he looked at a body, the inexplicable irritability in his body would increase a little more.

Near the end of the hall was an empty specimen jar, with an unusually hard exterior with a large irregular hole, as if the corpse that should have been soaked in it had burst out.

At the end of the hall was a small room, the lights were still on, and through the bloodstained glass walls of the room, he could see the lonely operating table in the center.

On the operating table lay a woman with a disheveled head, wearing a large coat, lying quietly on the bloodstained and unusually cold operating table.

At the corner of the woman's mouth, there was a terrible cut that went to the side of both ears.

In the corner of the wall on one side of the operating table, there is a large scissor more than half a person tall and glowing with a silver cold light.

The woman who was lying quietly seemed to sense Zhang Xiaoluo's gaze towards her, and raised her head slightly with great effort, looking at Zhang Xiaoluo through the glass wall that had turned dark red.

Her eyes glared at the scissors in the corner, and her body struggled violently to sit up, but finally fell limply back onto the table again.

Zhang Xiaoluo lowered his head and thought for a while, then pushed open the door of the operating room and walked to the woman lying there.

Under the operating table, there is a thick plastic crusty tube, and the turbid liquid flowing intermittently in the crust tube leads straight into a metal groove on the side of the operating table. The moment the woman tried to get up just now, Zhang Xiaoluo saw the injection metal probe like a canine tooth under her.

She's been staying alive on this dwindling nutrient solution? Since she was here, who was the one she instinctively killed?

This woman, who obviously had no nutrient solution to maintain her vitality, was on the verge of dying, but despite this, she looked at Zhang Xiaoluo's gaze, still full of undisguised resentment.

"You and I have never met, there should be no enmity between us, why do you hate me so much?"

Zhang Xiaoluo squatted down, his gaze was level with that of the scissor woman, and asked softly.

Even though she had no power to fight back, Zhang Xiaoluo still gave her respect for equal dialogue, and he vaguely felt that this kind of respect was instinctively willing to see.

"No grudges? You're from Xuanmen, that's enough! ”

The woman and Zhang Xiaoluo looked at each other, and their words were full of hatred from the bone marrow.

Zhang Xiaoluo's face showed a complicated look, there were some things, not that he couldn't think of it, but that he didn't want to think about it.

"The person I killed, wasn't you?"

Zhang Xiaoluo thought of the woman who wanted to attack Xiao Mei and was killed by her own instinct.

"She's the one out there who's supposed to be in that broken jar." The woman turned her head slightly, laboriously, to look at the broken empty specimen jar outside the glass wall.

"That broken specimen jar isn't yours?"

Zhang Xiaoluo glanced at the empty specimen jar outside the wall, and then at the specimen jar that was densely packed throughout the hall, and his brows furrowed even tighter.

"Where I am...... Over here! They...... I haven't had time to prepare a jar for me. ”

Scissors Girl seemed to know that she was about to die, and her face showed a hint of relief, but the resentment in her eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

"In addition to the fact that you can go out, the dead specimens are also ......"

Zhang Xiaoluo seemed to think of something, and his face changed slightly.

"What do you think your Xuanmen is spending so much effort for? Is it just to torture us? ”

Zhang Xiaoluo was silent, the Xuanmen Yin and Yang One Vein is mainly based on the Yin and Yang Dao Technique, and the other branches also have their own techniques, but they can make ordinary people become like walking corpses, and have monsters comparable to the abilities of members of the Case Investigation Department, such a drug, Zhang Xiaoluo has never heard of it.

Compared to Genmon, the case investigation office seems to be more suspicious.

"How can you be sure that it was Xuanmen who did it? What do you see? ”

Zhang Xiaoluo asked the last doubt in his heart.

The Scissors Girl lay there had closed her eyes, her horrible lips squirming, but no sound came from it.

Zhang Xiaoluo stretched out his hand to reach out to the neck of the scissor girl, and at the moment when he was able to touch the other party's body, the scissor girl suddenly opened her eyes and tilted her head to bite Zhang Xiaoluo's arm.

The pain came from her arm, and the scissors girl bit hard, as if she wanted to vent the endless resentment in her heart, and finally bit off a piece of meat on Zhang Xiaoluo's arm.

Zhang Xiaoluo didn't dodge, if he wanted to dodge, the extremely weak scissors girl wouldn't even touch him.

The bite that he endured in this life is Zhang Xiaoluo's explanation to the scissor girl. It is a debt to the tortured and persecuted man, and to the corpse that is out there.

Since Xuanmen owes you, I can take a bite to relieve the resentment in your hearts, and simply satisfy you!

The scissors girl swallowed the bitten raw meat raw, her eyes were bleeding and tearful, and finally she slowly closed her eyes.

She died, having spent many years in this shadowy underground, and after the ultimate madness, she died with the flesh and blood of the people of the Xuanmen.

Zhang Xiaoluo found a small metal box that had been opened on the cabinet in the corner of the wall on the other side of the operating room.

The box contained four small glass test tubes, three of which were sealed and filled with an unknown blue-colored liquid, and the other was empty.

On the inner wall of the metal box, there is a large "A" mark, and there is a black peach underneath.

Fifty-four cards in spades "A".

Zhang Xiaoluo took away the contents of the metal box, he resealed the basement, and pasted the ghost sealing seal on the iron door, before leaving the basement and leaving the abandoned mental hospital.

No matter what happened here, no matter whether everything that happened here was done by Xuanmen or not, and what the spade "A" represented, Zhang Xiaoluo didn't care.

You do your experiments, and I make my little fortune. Your test provoked me first, so I should get some interest back.

As for the big scissors that are more than half a person high, Zhang Xiaoluo also took them away.

There were two murders, the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau was attacked, and Zhang Xiaoluo had to at least give Zhao Jun a reason to close the case. As for how to use this pair of scissors to close the case, he believes that Zhao Jun will have a way.

Reading the Yin and Yang Corpse Pay attention to the illusion + think + small \ say; net