It was as if for a moment, the apparent silence and tranquility were shattered, and the entire Arkham Asylum was plunged into turmoil and madness.

Sirens sounded around every corner.

Everywhere there was firelight, and the frenzied patients rushed out of their cages and raged like a tidal wave in this dark institution that smelled of blood.

The pungent smell of disinfectant could no longer hide the blood behind it, and as the turmoil spread, screams and cries rang out from everywhere.

In the hallway, terrified doctors and nurses were on the run, but hideous figures smashed through the cages, knocking them to the ground and tearing them to pieces.

The lamp was knocked over by someone and fell to the ground, spreading with the ignition of the cloth and the running of fear, and the out-of-control flames spread.

First there is the corpse warehouse, then the ward area on the first basement level, followed by the laboratory and special research area on the second basement level.

Immediately afterward, dozens of altered bodies sleeping in petri dishes also went out of control, and those who had been highly completed and transformed into demons fell into a frenzy, angrily slaughtering those researchers, leaving blood all over the ground.

In the chaos, I don't know who tried to open the black door of the warehouse and escape, but was torn to pieces by the group of bone apes wandering outside the door. Immediately afterward, the demons who were freed outside the door also rushed into the hospital, and the chaos spread in all directions.

In the midst of the sound of alarms, the vengeful spirits went berserk and hunted every living creature that had participated in the transformation, and everywhere they went, there was blood everywhere.

In the midst of the chaos, on the third floor of the basement, in the data room being guarded layer by layer, there was an ethereal figure flipping through the files, silently searching for this rich wealth.

Here are the records of the Arkham Mental Hospital over the years, the notes of the transformation of patients into demons. All clinically observed cases, drug use records and dispensing methods, and the modification techniques left behind by the black musicians.

Under the rummaging and plundering of that figure, the hard work of the House for so many years was included in his pocket.

In the end, the figure froze. Finally found the crucial document from the dark compartment, and took it into his arms.

At this point, the purpose of this trip has been achieved for the most part.

The man named Moriadi let out a hoarse laugh and pushed the door open.

Soon, he noticed the commotion outside the door, and the screams of the mental hospital, and when he read the memories of the deceased and understood the origin of all this, he fell into a long silence.

"It's really a 'vengeful spirit'. Sherlock holmes. ”

He sighed in astonishment and regret:

"It's a shame I didn't kill you when we first met. ”

Soon, he stopped standing, like a non-existent ghost, through the tumultuous wards and corridors, into the deeper depths of darkness.

There, the aether brews frenzied waves.

The blood sacrifice is about to reach its climax! ――

"The basement level is completely out of control!"

"Sixth Lab has lost news!"

"Sir. The imprisoned moddant broke through the floodgates and stormed into the second operating room......"

"The black gate has been breached! Holmes is about to enter the central organs! Our manpower can't stop it!"

"Crazy! everybody's crazy!" exclaimed his deranged men, "All dead!

"Someone. Drag him out of here!"

Alberto roared angrily, but his eyes were uncontrollable in his panic and bewilderment: what was going on, why did it become like this in an instant?

Why is the situation so inexplicably out of control?!

"Where's our musicians?!"

He forgot the news of his death, and screamed, "Where's Yellow Foot? Isn't Yellow Foot in the Third Laboratory? Where has he gone? Let him go and get rid of those scrapped things!"

"Sir, sir......"

The subordinate staggered in the door, looking terrified: "We don't have time." Someone is going to rush up......"

Alberto's screams stopped abruptly, as if he were suffocating, he had never felt fear so close, and through the door he could almost hear the gradual footsteps.

"Drop the gate! Seal the corridor ......"

He clutched at the guards beside him. As if he was crazy, he screamed: "What are you doing in a daze, go quickly!"

At his command, the subordinate pressed the dark button on the wall, and the door burst into a loud noise outside the hallway. The segregated gates fell, sealing the only entrance once and for all.

Alberto is not the kind of person who will put himself in a desperate situation, and a person with a long-term vision should always have a way out for himself.

Including now.

There were so many luxurious offices and rooms in Arkham Mental Hospital, but he chose this one because there was a secret escape passage here!

"Hurry, hurry, hurry......"

He urged his subordinates to push their wheelchairs into the secret door, and made their way down the cold, damp mezzanine of the walls.

At this time, he can no longer take care of Lorenzo, who is still commanding in front, anyway, Lorenzo has two younger brothers, and he will definitely be more productive than Lorenzo when he grows up in the future.

As he moved forward, he gasped for breath and couldn't help but smile with joy. But soon, that smile stiffened.

Just in front of the narrow passage, at the only exit, stood a burly figure that almost filled the entire passage.

As if he had been waiting here for a long time, he sensed that he was approaching, and the broken horse-head mask on his face showed a hideous smile.

"Butcher, butcher?"

Alberto exclaimed and shook his head vigorously: "Impossible, Yellowfoot has already ...... you"

"Yellowfoot?"

The butcher laughed and threw a spherical object into his arms: "Do you mean the black musician?"

Alberto looked sluggishly into his bosom, which was an insect-like head with six compound eyes.

After starting it, it was like holding an iron ball, heavy, and there was no trace of flesh and blood, but the original distorted face could still be faintly seen on that torn face.

I've never seen such a weak black musician. ”

In the light of the trembling firelight, the half-charred, bare butcher wriggled his neck with a crackling sound.

Behind the white ribs of his corroded bone-coneted chest, his huge heart beat slowly but firmly.

Through the rib block, an eye faintly opened in the black-purple heart that did not look like a human, glanced at Alberto coldly, and then closed it without interest, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Ah!!h

Behind Alberto, the wheelchair-pushing man could no longer stand the eerie gaze and broke down, screaming and turning to flee.

Immediately afterward, it was pierced by a huge bone saw that broke through the air, brought up, and finally nailed high to the wall.

"Then it's your turn. ”

The butcher stepped forward.

Alberto screamed and hurriedly turned his wheelchair backwards in an attempt to escape. But the wheelchair overturned in the confusion, and he fell to the ground, and quickly got up again, crawling backwards with both hands and feet.

Under the haze of fear of death, he was as fast as a worm wriggling on the ground, fleeing towards the path from which he came.

The butcher followed him, and as he passed by the crucified corpse, he pulled out the bone saw and put it back behind his back.

Even though he tried to slow down, Alberto was overtaken, in the safe hut he had once been.

It's still so quiet and peaceful.

The fireplace burns pine wood, which exudes a refreshing fragrance. But when Alberto fled here, he stopped, not because of this warmth, but because of despair.

The only exit from the room had been sealed at his command.

He cried in despair, crawling all over the ground, dodging the huge figure, but he was trampled on the ground by the butcher, and his mouth was talking nonsense.

For example, I still have a family, for example, I can make a lot of money with you, for example, the old shaman is outdated, come with me to join the council, you are so strong, you will definitely get a higher position than me.

Or, reminiscing about the past, ask him if he remembers himself, I once hired you, and we worked together so happily......

"Don't struggle. ”

The butcher interrupted him.

"Huh?" he froze.

"I said, don't struggle. The butcher whispered, "It's going to get me in trouble, and it's useless." ”

He lifted Alberto with one hand, his fingers pinched his throat, slowly tightened, and his voice was cold and steady: "The employer's exact words are: you are a member of the downtown after all, and try to leave you a whole corpse." So, I'm sorry you couldn't die a happy death. ”

"Shaman, Shaman......"

Alberto struggled to squeeze the last syllable out of his throat, scratching the butcher's palm and mask vigorously, struggling in pain in the long suffocation.

His eyes closed, his body twitched, and he didn't move.

But the butcher still maintained his original position, one second, two seconds, three seconds passed, the originally still body suddenly twitched, closed eyes opened angrily, angrily glared at the killer in front of him, and kicked him with the last strength.

Until finally, the face rose to bruises, and after a sudden twitch, it stiffened completely.

After a long period of torture and wrestling, death finally came.

On that mortal face, the light of the fire burning outside the window was reflected in the pupils of the eyes.

He was the first. (To be continued......)