The curtain of light dissipated, and the scattered cultists hurried to the office where the light was emitting, but by the time they arrived, there was no more black fog and flames.

Only the young Christians stood outside the secret door and waited.

"What's going on, Bishop Nance, was he fighting against the dark forces just now?"

They looked at the empty abbot's office, and their hearts became anxious, for for the Bishop, of course, the congregants were afraid that something unexpected would happen to him.

"That's right, the Bishop has just solved the black fog hidden behind this secret door, and now he has gone inside to check the situation, leaving me outside to inform you......"

"Damn, how can you let the Bishop enter a place full of danger by himself!"

The older missionary grabbed the young man by the collar, frowned at the suddenly panicked young man, and pushed him aside.

"Pay attention next time, if the Bishop wants to get into danger himself, you must stop him!"

"Ming, understood!"

The young believer nodded quickly, and the brief episode did not cause a stir among the followers, and the missionary organized half of the followers to stay behind to manage the affairs of the mental hospital, and the other half entered the ominous secret door.

There was a faint smell of burning and blood in the dark staircase that zigzagged downward, and the believers carried kerosene lamps, and did not see any black fog from the mouths of the young believers, probably all of whom had been wiped out by Bishop Nance.

The stone platform stretched out to a colder and damper place, and after walking cautiously for a while, they quickened their pace, and in the increasingly tense atmosphere, they finally heard voices echoing the crowd.

Stone steps without any fork in the road led them directly to the lowest floor, where there was a filthy stone chamber in which there was light, and in which Bishop Nance was.

When the cultists squeezed into this small stone room, everyone was stunned.

The most striking item is, of course, the huge meat grinder in the middle of the stone chamber, which is stained with blood, and there are many fresh blood stains and something like meat foam falling to the ground.

The cultists with weak psychological tolerance had already covered their mouths and noses to escape from this foul-smelling space, and ran outside the stone to retch, after all, although they were all from the Oude Holy See, not all of them had experienced this firsthand.

And the scaly objects on the dilapidated wooden shelves, and the messy bones, the skin that has shed from the body of the infected person......

If you just look at the contents of the glass bottles, it may not be so uncomfortable, but these old glass bottles are still labeled, which greatly causes discomfort among the believers.

Bishop Nance's tense expression did not relax when he saw the congregation coming, and he found many used needles on the ground, and the little stained traces of blood in the needles seemed to be slowly wriggling.

There is also a glass bottle filled with black mist.

With Bishop Nans's experience, he certainly knew what these items meant.

This means that this guy Hoover has been secretly violating the rules of the Holy See for some time, and he has also researched something that should not appear in this world!

Burning the bloody needle with flames, Bishop Nance slipped the glass jar containing the black mist into his coat pocket before getting up and walking out of the stone chamber.

"Don't mess with the things in here yet, there may be a lot of dangerous goods, contact the people in the alchemy department and ask them to bring the things over now. ”

"Let's ...... here first Leave six people to guard it first, and never touch the contents of it, and don't let anyone enter this underground stone chamber. ”

"Yes, Bishop Nance!"

The Bishop's orders were quickly carried out, and he led the rest of the group away, finally asking the people around him about other seemingly unimportant matters in the asylum.

"What is the situation in the psychiatric hospital now, are Hoover and Marselan both missing?"

"Yes, Bishop, we searched all over the psychiatric hospital and found no sign of them, and the nurses in the break room said they hadn't seen them since this morning. ”

"What about the others, didn't we send guards and medical staff to this mental hospital, did they all disappear too?"

"I'm very sorry, Bishop Nance, they're all gone, but we'll do our best to find ......"

"Damn it!"

With a sudden curse, Bishop Nance quickened his steps up the steps, the sound of messy leather shoes echoing, and the darkness was forced into a corner because of the presence of many kerosene lamps.

But after the group left in a hurry, darkness filled the ground again......

Finally emerging from the dark and damp underground, the cultists were overwhelmed by the dreary air, and breathed heavily and let out a relaxing breath after regaining fresh air.

Bishop Nance was still serious, arranging for his subordinates to temporarily manage the mental hospital, counting the missing people, interviewing every patient and nurse, and reporting any new findings immediately.

He sat down in Hoover's chair, took out the glass bottle containing the black mist, and quickly connected everything he had just found in the underground stone chamber with the dark clouds that had suddenly appeared and disappeared this morning.

"Hoover should have been disturbed by this kind of thing a long time ago, and turned into a monster who was only calm on the surface, but in fact lost his mind, and didn't even know what he was doing. ”

"This morning's vision ......"

"Probably because of Hoover's research, he fled in a hurry, and now I must send someone to arrest Hoover as soon as possible, judging by the extent of his power when he is out of control, he will sooner or later cause even greater disaster. ”

"But where did the other staff go, all the people I arranged here disappeared, they couldn't all follow Hoover to escape, is it ......?"

The image of a meat grinder pops up in my mind, and this kind of item is usually only found in witches' homes, and it is also in the homes of a small number of witches.

This kind of meat grinder, which is large enough to directly strangle adults, was invented because the human body itself contains certain energy, and wizards used the bloody method of direct acquisition in order to gain power in the most primitive stage.

However, this old-fashioned method has long since disappeared and wizards continue to use it.

As the times have progressed, all of them, whether it's the Oude Holy See or their old friends, the Overseer Witch Hunters' Association, as well as organizations large and small, have made progress in the process of developing technology that can more safely stimulate the Capable and steadily expand their capabilities.

The same is true of the organization of wizards, who have found more convenient ways to improve their abilities a hundred years ago, although these are not above board and forgivable.

"Is Hoover imitating wizards' methods in order to gain greater power?"

"Because we don't know how the wizards are increasing their strength now, only the most primitive methods, so Hoover only simulated the original methods?"

“...... No, maybe he's worked out other ways too, it's all speculation until he catches him, and it's important where this black fog comes from. ”

"When I came here with Edmund before, I would have asked him to have it checked, but unfortunately he was seriously injured and mentally exhausted at that time......"

Bishop Nance regretted it a little, but he also knew that there was no regret pill in the world, and quickly turned it over, because Edmund's physical condition was just as important.

He just made the right decision in the circumstances......

Bang bang bang!

There was a knock on the door, and the young man barged in before he could get permission, with a look of horror on his face, and Bishop Nance realized that something was something else being discovered.

"What's wrong with you, what did you find?"

"Blood, in the basement where the seriously ill are kept, in the basement where the madmen are kept, it's all blood!"

"What!They're having an accident too!?"

Bishop Nance bounced out of his chair in an instant, and after discovering the secret of Stationmaster Hoover, he almost forgot the reason why the Holy See had built this mental hospital and assigned someone to manage it.

If Hoover has found a way to gain power from humans, then these madmen who are in a state of complete madness and may awaken their abilities at any time are the best materials for him to gain power!

"Take me there!"

"Yes!"

They came to the basement where the seriously ill patients are usually kept as fast as possible, and there was no need for more bedding, and the sunlight could only shine on the negative layer of the one-sided underground, which was completely submerged by the turbid and viscous plasma!

In this psychiatric hospital, which exudes an understatement of sex and coldness everywhere, such a strong red ocean will definitely bring the strongest visual impact to everyone!

The female nurses who led the congregants into the psychiatric hospital screamed frantically and fainted from the lack of oxygen, and were carried out of the building by the male congregants to ventilate the outdoors.

The stench quickly spread from the basement to the hallway, and everyone's faces, hands, and clothes were infected with oxidized dark blood plasma......

On the ground of semi-coagulated plasma, the missionaries wore masks?? , wearing wide, ill-fitting rain boots, and opening a separate intensive care unit.

Poof-

Like a great wave, the plasma poured out from behind the door in an instant, all hitting the hapless missionary......

The rapid darkness in front of him, the strongest stench was in close contact with him, so it was stuck in his nasal cavity, and he couldn't inhale or exhale......

He swallowed slowly, and tried his best to restrain his trembling shoulders, and wiped the dark red blood that was dripping from his eyelids with his right hand, which was also ticking blood......

"I hope, I hope he doesn't have a blood-borne infection!"

Thinking so, the poor missionary finally had a good Samaritan hand him a clean cloth, helped him quickly wipe his bloody hair, and carried away the missionary who had remained there unable to move.

Bishop Nance saw it all with his own eyes.

He took the rubber rain boots and mask gloves and examined the basement himself, and after the poor missionary was baptized with blood, his replacement learned wisely.

In the process of opening the intensive care unit, the missionaries would carefully use the key and push open the closed door little by little, making sure that no plasma splash would happen to them again.

In the end, the missionaries found only two critically ill patients who were still alive in these wards.

A critically ill male patient was hiding in a closet, almost unable to say a word in fright, while another critically ill patient lay motionless under the bed.

Bishop Nance happened to know the critically ill patient lying under the bed, as he was the boy who had been sent to the asylum by both the Bishop and Edmund.

If Bishop Nance is not mistaken, the young man is called Erwin.

"Have you searched every corner, and you really haven't found a single body except these two madmen?"

Bishop Nance returned from the basement, sat down in his chair and took off his shoes and gloves, he was a little out of breath.

After several repeated stimuli, Bishop Nance finally felt a great amount of fatigue, which was not only mentally stressed, but also inevitably physically exhausted.

For those who are stepping into old age, physical exhaustion is even more deadly, and this is always a reminder that you are no longer the peak of your life, and everything must be thought through before making a decision!

"Lord Protagonist, it's so useless that we searched the basement and didn't see a single corpse, only plasma that I don't know where it came from......"

"Forget it, don't look for it. ”

Bishop Nance finally took off his blood-spattered mask and exhaled deeply.

"We'll never find these people, and there's a good chance they've been dealt with by Hoover as test subjects for his nefarious experiments. ”

"Tell the government to come and clean up, and I'll go see the two crazy people who are still alive, and they might see what Hoover did to last night. ”

"By the way, did you ask any valuable information from those ordinary patients?"

Bishop Nance asked as he took a deep breath and got up from his humble chair, and the young cultists immediately answered, but the smell of blood made them frown.

The dire condition improved as the two of them walked briskly away from the basement, and the young cultist's breathing was just getting easier.

"Your Excellency, these patients were sleeping when we first entered the psychiatric hospital, and the ordinary nurses and medical staff, including logistics, were sleeping, so they had no idea what was going on. ”

"How is it possible that everyone is sleeping, don't they all usually get up early, I remember I used to see their schedules. ”

Striding through the hallway, they were going to a quiet room to ask about last night about the two critically ill patients who had just been rescued.

Although it is crazy to ask a madman about it, there is no other way to get more detailed information than to ask them.

The young cultist followed firmly behind Nance, telling what he knew, and the speculations of others.

"It's really strange that even if the patient and nurse don't hear the bell on time because of Marselan's disappearance, the support staff can't all fall asleep and not get up after breakfast. ”

"So we suspect there may be other reasons for the average person to fall asleep, and the most suspicious thing at the moment is dinner, which is something that can be sure that everyone will be exposed to. ”

And according to the logisticians, Hoover used to give them a powder to add to the dinner of ordinary patients, saying that it was good for the patient's sleep. ”

"Now we have taken this powder and sent it to the Natural Science Research Institute for analysis, and I believe that we will soon get its information. ”

Bishop Nance is noncommittal on this speculation, and everything is subject to the final conclusions.

Pushing the wooden door open, Bishop Nance saw the seriously ill patients sitting on the beds in the infirmary, and they were sitting in the east and west directions, and their expressions were very different.

The ordinary doctor was examining them, and Bishop Nance's eyes were full of scrutiny, hoping to see if the two madmen were really crazy.

After all, although a real madman talks nonsense, he rarely tells lies, and if he pretends to be crazy and stupid, what he says has no credibility!