Chapter 51: The Last Photo

"This ......"

Seeing the request for the last photo, Liu Tong opened his mouth and showed a surprised expression.

But then, this expression was replaced by unbearable.

The back of the photo reads: "First, there must be Dean Sun on the photo; Second, the photograph must have Nidhog Monroe's son; Three, two are in a state of death".

"We ...... Do you want to kill this old man? ”

Liu Tong's voice trembled a little.

She secretly glanced at Dean Sun, bit her lower lip, and lowered her head slightly.

"He's long dead. All you see is an illusion. ”

Shi Yuan said.

"I know...... But ......"

"Time is running out."

Shi Yuan suddenly interrupted Liu Tong's words and said.

This time, there was only a minute and a half left.

If the fraction and a half were to take this last photo, they would have to kill Dean Sun and Gatson and take pictures of their bodies. In this way, the task can be completed.

If Dean Sun was not killed, everyone would have to choose to return to the morgue and wait for another fifteen minutes. When the time shifts to "twenty years ago" again, Dean Sun is likely to be dead and the mission can be completed.

However, it is clear that the second option takes more time. Moreover, Gatson is also an uncertain factor.

A minute and a half is simply not enough for them to think carefully.

How, exactly?

"Shi Yuan...... I...... I think ......"

Liu Tong's voice trembled a little.

When switching to the timeline of "twenty years ago", Liu Tong also killed a lot of people, but those were all madmen with blood on their hands. But now, to let them kill an innocent poor old man, she really couldn't bear it.

"I know he's long dead, but ......"

Liu Tong lowered his head and bit his lower lip tightly.

"I'll do it."

A calm and icy voice sounded beside him.

Liu Tong looked up in a little surprise.

It's a different saint.

He saw the caption on the back of the photo.

"Shi Yuan, you go and kill Gatson."

Fang Yisheng didn't look back, and walked towards Dean Sun with a machete.

Liu Tong looked at Fang Yisheng's back, and he had mixed feelings for a while.

For this so-called "child of a family of exorcists", from the very beginning, Liu Tong had a very bad impression.

But later, for some reason, he slowly changed something.

Later, there was a change in his body, and he offered to stay away from everyone and go to the mountains to live alone.

At that moment, Liu Tong's attitude towards the other party also completely changed.

At this moment, Liu Tong knew that Fang Yisheng did not take the initiative to kill Dean Sun because he liked to kill.

He's helping the teacher.

"Thank you......"

Liu Tong said softly in a voice that no one could hear.

Shi Yuan did not waste time, immediately drew his pistol and walked towards Gatson.

Through the contact just now, Shi Yuan noticed the change in Gatson. He knew that he might have metallized.

Although I don't understand why this is, Shi Yuan can't help but consider a very real problem.

How do you kill him?

"Haha...... Hahahaha! Gatson burst into a wild laugh, "You want to kill me with that gun?" I tell you, that's impossible! I'm an iron man now. That kind of small power gun is useless to me at all. ”

"Really?"

Shi Yuan's expression was cold, and he aimed the muzzle of the gun at his eyes.

Gatson's expression froze.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

There was no splattering blood mist on the back of Gatson's head, and the metalized skin blocked the shattered tissues.

However, the explosion inside is enough.

Gatson collapsed to the ground, like a pile of metal trash, colliding with the floor with a strange sound.

"Quick, the mission is almost done."

Fang Yisheng carried Dean Sun's body over and gently placed it on the floor next to Gatson.

Shi Yuan didn't say a word, raised his camera, and took the last photo.

This time, the back of the photo reads: "The next page is in the pocket of Dean Sun's jacket." ”

"Dean Sun's jacket pocket."

Shi Yuan subconsciously repeated these words while rummaging through the pages.

Just as his finger touched the page, an eerie clicking sound came from the next room.

His scalp exploded all at once.

It was Zhao Xitong, the ghost who killed Monroe.

"Run!"

Shi Yuan didn't have time to check the contents of the page, and suddenly shouted.

Luo Yasen and the others also had their hairs standing on end, and they immediately rushed up lifelessly.

They ran desperately towards the stairs, just wanting to get out of the place as quickly as possible.

Even when the death knell sounded, no one took out their phones to take a look.

Click......

The sound of strange puppets changing their limbs grew clearer and clearer, as if ringing in their ears.

Behind him, Zhao Xitong was already chasing closer and closer.

Her posture is extremely strange, her arms and legs are thin and long, and she looks like a spider's legs.

Her body was distorted, her face was bizarre, her features were misaligned, and she was bleeding from both her eyes and mouth.

"Betrayer ......"

Zhao Xitong's voice came from all directions.

"Run! Don't look back! ”

Shi Yuan shouted loudly as he ran downstairs as fast as he could.

They had already run up the stairs, eager to jump to the bottom at once.

But it's easy to get hurt by doing that, and at times like this, the injury is fatal.

"Stop them!"

Suddenly, several "doctors" rushed out of nowhere under the stairs, each of them with dangerous tools in their hands, and attacked Shi Yuan and the others.

"Get out of here!"

Luo Yasen couldn't help but yell, and at the same time didn't hesitate to swing his machete at those crazy people.

Where can they care about killing people may lead to an increase in the number of ghosts. Anyway, as long as there is an evil ghost, they are already dangerous enough, and instead of being trapped here by these people, it is better to rush out as soon as possible.

Finally, they ran to the hall on the first floor.

"Stop them! Can't let them run! ”

More and more madmen gathered, filling the hall.

They're already struggling to move an inch.

Shi Yuan frowned slightly, took out a gum-type bomb, and threw it in a random direction.

With a bang, several madmen were blown up, and blood rain fell on their heads.

But the rest of the madmen continued to rush towards Shi Yuan and the others as if they hadn't seen it at all.

Yang Shuang burst into tears and had fallen into complete despair.

Just then, she saw a hand.

"Yang Shuang!"

She looked at it in amazement.

It's Shi Yuan's hand.

What is he going to do?

Yang Shuang didn't have time to think, he subconsciously picked up his speed and ran quickly towards Shi Yuan.

Shi Yuan held the anchor hook gun tightly in his right hand, and hugged Yang Shuang by the waist with his left hand.

His face was solemn and his expression was resolute.

The hook gun's rope with suction cups fired out and hit the wall above the asylum's gates.

Press the "Retract" button and the rope quickly retracts back.

Yang Shuang only felt a gust of wind galloping, and she felt that her feet suddenly left the ground.