The sirens suddenly roared.

A blinding red light lit up from the sky, breaking the darkness and silence. The guards seemed to be awakened, and the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard from afar.

Between the hanging corpses, Ye Qingxuan's brows slowly furrowed, but he suddenly realized in his heart.

"The trap is here?"

He sighed softly, "I really underestimate you, Professor Moriarti. Was that what you were trying to do in the first place?"

If at first he thought it was an ambush by the Professor, now that he had killed him, he didn't believe the Professor could make such a battle.

If even the Arkham Alumy was infiltrated from scratch by him into a demon production workshop and a forbidden technology transformation center, then why did he fall into the situation of being hunted down by the House?

It's just that this time, I fell into the hands of the professor.

That guy is really revenge, after being cheated by himself last time, he must come back next time.

When interrogating the smuggler, he deliberately imitated his own tactics to attract his own attention and provide clues about his next steps.

In this way, using himself as bait, the professor easily led himself here, explored the way for free, took the lead, explored the truth and the truth, and attracted everyone's attention by the way.

Now he's probably hiding in the dark, looking at the two idiots who have attracted all the attention for himself, and he's smiling proudly, right?-

When Ye Qingxuan saw the corpse forest, he understood: the ghost hands were wrong from the beginning.

The smugglers of lychees burrowed into the sewers, not here to explore and look for anything at all. They're transporting things here, transporting corpses!

The sewers are a great place, a great place to destroy corpses, whatever it is, and throw them in. will sink to the bottom in the turbid water and disappear without a trace.

Who cares if the body floats into the sea or goes somewhere else?

For so long, the House has raced a war between gangsters in the lower towns, conniving at each other's deaths. A steady stream of corpses and blood was provided to them.

-- There are still a large number of missing people!

Everything passed through the abandoned sewers, was transported here, screened and embalmed, and hung on iron hooks to be processed.

After figuring out this joint, the confusing clues in the memory that had been in memory all along were quickly organized.

I'm afraid that Arkham Mental Hospital has already been included in the applause of the House, right?

After all, what better place to be than the Arkham Asylum, a trash can that everyone is tired of, but also indispensable.

No one cares what secrets are hidden in an insane asylum, and no one cares what becomes of the madman who was sent there. Did you really become a normal person after treatment and reintegrate into society?

Right next to the Arkham Mental Hospital, there is also a bright and shiny golden signboard - the Royal Academy protects them from the wind and rain.

They can calmly collect corpses or living people, and explore forbidden techniques from demons. Transform those flesh and blood into demons outside......

For immortality, for power, or for blood...... to create a bloody path!

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan was stabbed to the bone by his own idea, but the more he thought about it, the more reasonable he felt.

Why not?

"Those guys are crazy, aren't they?"

He muttered softly, looking around at the corpses around him. Look at those dead eyes...... Some of these people are from the stinky ditches of the lower city and are beggars. Some of them were bankrupts from cargo ships smuggled into Anglo, while others were tattooed, ruffians and thugs.

Undoubtedly, these are the most despised people, even when they die, they are silent. Even they don't know why they died until they die.

They didn't make the world a better place when they were alive. But that's not why they have to die.

Screams burst through the air.

Ye Qingxuan raised his palm, only to feel that his arm collapsed for a while!

A bolt was caught in his arm, bounced off, and flew through the air. It landed on the iron plate on the ground, and the bell rattled.

The outflanked figures had already entered, and their hideous faces could be faintly seen in the scattered red light.

"Kill them!"

A voice that seemed to be heard yelled, "Remember to keep a live mouth and find out how they got in!"

“...... There is a contradiction between the former command and the latter order, is the grammar of the lower city taught by the same math teacher?"

Ye Qingxuan frowned, and looked coldly at the group of surrounding figures, as well as the bow and crossbow aimed at him:

"Can you talk to you, to be honest, I don't really want to ......."

Bang!

A bolt grazed his face and pinned to the corpse behind him.

"I'm sorry if I can't communicate......"

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes, and his cane suddenly slammed on the ground:

"- Kneel!"

Collapse!

The heavy cane collided with the iron plate under his feet, making a sharp sound. The strings vibrated and played a mournful melody.

The sound of despair and madness spread, accompanied by this scream, and in the void, black rivers swept over.

In an instant, the figures who pounced on them softened at their feet, lost their strength, and involuntarily softened to the ground, prostrate in front of the young man.

Immediately after, the bone saw was raised high and slashed downward!

Blood flowed.

There was an awkward pause in the frantic shouting of killing, which was replaced by the frantic roar of the butcher. In the thick smell of blood, the beast came out of the cage and set off a bloody rain of fighting.

"Butcher, butcher?"

In the midst of the crowd, the conductor recognized the rampaging figure and screamed in horror.

Ye Qingxuan raised his head, his eyes passed through the group of thugs, and when he landed on that miserable white face, he suddenly realized.

"Yo, Mr. Lorenzo, it's been a long time since you're here...... As it happens, there are some questions that I can't wait for you to answer. ”

Staring at those eyes with implicit indifference, Lorenzo felt a chill rush from his heel to the back of his head, and subconsciously took a step back.

That kind of look Ye Qingxuan recognized, and he often saw it on the faces of his enemies. If I had to put it in words, it would be a kind of 'hell' look.

"Summer, Sherlock Holmes......"

Hearing him pronounce that name, Ye Qingxuan showed a warm smile: "Since you know me, it's easy to do."

Can you tell me what's going on with these corpses here?"

Lorenzo was stung by that look and unconsciously took two steps back. Shouting: "Shoot him, shoot him......"

But even he knew how useful a bow and crossbow were in front of such an evil spirit-like person, not to mention the monster with the butcher next to him!

Seeing those subordinates who didn't feel fear at all after swallowing the potion, rushed forward, but he couldn't help but quietly retreat, turned around and fled to the elevator in the distance.

Damn, where are the musicians? Where are our musicians? And the test subjects? Why put yourself up against those monsters!

In the midst of those dense arrows, Ye Qingxuan saw those people with blood-red eyes screaming and rushing up, sighed, and took a step back.

Behind him, a huge figure suddenly swelled by three points. He roared hoarsely, exuding manic heat, as if his blood was boiling.

All the corpses on the hooks trembled in that hoarse roar, and when he roared, it was like a raging wind. Even immersed in the fear brought about by the forbidden drug, he was shocked by this violent spirit.

Immediately afterwards, the bone saw was neatly dismantled into two sections, or several sections!

At the back of the crowd. Lorenzo turned pale when he saw the blood splattering behind him.

It's in the middle of it. An emaciated shadow walked silently towards him, swaying a dark melody. Lorenzo's legs softened, and he urged his subordinates beside him:

"Close the door!

The subordinate sluggishly tried to move the hand brake, but could not move, and was angrily kicked away by Lorenzo. He snatched the hand brake and struggled to pull it off.

The mournful melody reached his ears. was interrupted by the sound of the pendant around his neck. The pendant was attached to it with a rare movement of mental protection, and it was so stressed that he did not sink into the black river.

The iron gate fell with a bang!

In the midst of the fight, the butcher roared and rushed forward. The bone saw in his hand flew out of his hand and slashed towards Lorenzo behind the iron gate!

Collapse!

The bone saw sank deep into the heavy iron gates, buzzing and trembling, shaking off the dried blood.

The butcher roared, slammed the last drug-addicted maniac next to him with a fist, walked in a pool of blood to the steel gate, and slammed the iron gate furiously.

The iron gate, which was three people high, shook wildly, and was branded with fist marks, but it never broke.

"It's useless, this layer of gates is stronger than the outer layer. ”

Ye Qingxuan stood next to the iron gate, looked at the iron gate in front of him, and deducted a little rusted iron powder and crushed it on his fingertips: "Sinking silver, thousand wrought iron, and a little green gold mixed to increase ductility...... An iron gate alone is already expensive.

This material was originally used to make cages to catch demons and imprison them in the dark world. Unless it's a change musician who uses energy to bombard indiscriminately, you can't smash it even for two hours, it's just flawless. ”

Ye Qingxuan took a step back, pressed his palm on the cold iron door, and sighed softly: "It's a pity, the only drawback is that the door is stronger than the wall......"

Bang!

In an instant, the red light of the alarm on the dome flashed wildly. Countless iron hooks hanging from the corpses shook in the tremors.

In the snap of his fingers, Ye Qingxuan's body had already popped back several meters, staggering to his feet. The tremors darkened his eyes.

On the arm, the arm armor engraved with the sigh music has already emitted a burning red color—under the blow, it has reached full capacity.

And right in front of him, in the rising smoke, a huge depression had appeared on the huge iron door, and the entire iron door had been completely twisted and deformed, like a crumpled rag.

And right in the very center of the iron gate, the palm print is like that.

Even if it had been twisted to this extent, the gate was still strong and not broken.

But with a continuous crackling sound, a series of terrible cracks spread from the wall near the gate.

The butcher was stunned for a moment, then reached out and pushed forward.

The man-thick twisted gate fell backwards, and with a roar, the entire wall was torn down.

"......" (To be continued......)