In the distant starry sky, the crimson full moon hangs high and covers the earth in crimson, making the entire Lexington Public Hospital seem particularly peaceful.

"Dr. Chris, a very strange surgeon, I came to the hospital last week and haven't seen him yet." Holrington next to him looked at Chris who was gradually disappearing into the darkness and couldn't help but whisper.

Obviously, he had only only known Dr. Chris for a short time.

"Maybe it's a new transfer from other counties, but in the last two or three years, the incidence of lung diseases among the people of the Kingdom of Ghent has indeed been much higher than before."

"Yes, lung disease is always a dreaded disease, and I have heard that people who are infected with lung disease have unbearable pain in the middle of the night and want to kill themselves."

Holrington replied with a grimace on his face, glancing sideways at the end of the hallway, where Chris was completely submerged in darkness and vanished.

"As the kingdom grows, these diseases will always be resolved."

Besik sighed silently, and without further words, he put his hands in the pockets of his trench coat and prepared to walk towards the morgue.

"Wait for me, Officer Besik."

The black iron door swayed slightly, and there was no sound inside, but you could vaguely feel some kind of air flow rushing from the inside out, mixed with an unpleasant smell, like the huge mouth of some hidden monster, waiting for humans to enter.

Hollington looked at the black rumbling morgue, swallowed his saliva, hesitated for a few seconds, and said:

"I think it's still necessary to go in together."

"Actually, it's better for you to stay at the door, in case something really happens inside, you can flee the scene as soon as possible and ask for support."

"No... Never mind. ”

Holrington pulled his revolver from the pouch under his armpit and walked to Beswick's side with a somewhat vague step:

"If something happens, I can help, at least a few bullets can be fired."

"Okay."

Besik stopped, turned his head to look at Holrington for a few seconds, then turned and stepped through the door, silently entering the black-draped morgue.

In the ancient Quaternary period, when the Kingdom of Ghent was founded, human cognition of death was often full of sacredness.

When the breathing is stopped, the people around will cover the house where the deceased once lived with black crepe, surrounded by flowers and candles, and the clock will be forced to stop, until the burial, there will be a special coroner to take care of the body, clean it and put on clothes, hire a chariot and horse to carry it, and choose a place for burial.

Since the advent of the Steam Age, the sacred color has been diminished in half, and many hospitals in the kingdom have begun to set up morgues to park unclaimed corpses, which are then burned en masse at certain times of the week and finally buried in public underground cemeteries.

This burial ritual, in which the ashes are burned, is the result of a decade of missionary work in St. Hornavich.

The Lexington Hospital morgue is undoubtedly the largest morgue in the city of Fasranka, where people who have lost their lives for a variety of reasons can be seen.

Among them were thieves, prostitutes, the poor, and the homeless...... These are unclaimed homeless households.

One step, two steps, three steps......

Besik walked to the middle of the morgue, and before he could examine the environment, his hairs stood on end.

It's feedback from inspiration!

In the eyes of a normal person, this may just be a terrifying morgue with extremely low temperatures and the bodies of dead people.

But in Besik's vision, the magnetic field here is already extremely unstable, and the distorted and chaotic spatial nodes are at least half more than those outside.

The reason for this phenomenon is undoubtedly that there are remnants of spiritual things that cause spatial influences.

At the same time, he suddenly heard one weak cry after another, and the moans of dying struggles.

Besik was in a trance for a moment, and the next second the crying disappeared.

The crimson moonlight sparsely penetrated the black cloth covering the window, and scattered on the surface of the wall, and behind her, Horington followed silently, without speaking.

This...... Something wasn't right, something had just appeared, and it had escaped my vision.

The Dream Rogue through the Clergy, from the initial card, will have the affinity of spirit creatures, which not only allows you to avoid attacks from the underworld in certain situations, but also effectively perceives their existence, which is one of the powers of the sleeping and crimson gods.

The morgue is haunted, and there are supernatural powers entrenched here.

He looked sideways at the rows of freezers, and in the deepest part of the darkness, he saw a pair of blurred eyes crying on the mottled rust freezers, like a mirage, ethereal but real.

Besik hurriedly ran a few steps forward, getting closer to there, and suddenly, the vision lost the picture he had just seen, and the eyes disappeared, leaving only the cold iron cabinet with a hint of white gas.

It's so fast, it's not a standard ghost, and it's not a ghost with a strong desire to attack...... What exactly is it?

He frowned, constantly scanning his surroundings with his vision, and every time he could grasp the eyes and the sound of crying, the next second he would inexplicably lose his target.

Damn, Frank, who knew the "gravedigger" pathway, also shouted.

In his opinion, today's task will not be a little difficult if it is entrusted to the clergy of the "gravedigger", "grave keeper" or "spiritual master" path.

The first two sequential pathways are obviously more familiar with the realm of spiritual knowledge, while the latter is extremely sensitive to finding and perceiving things, but they need to be protected by additional clergy with strong attacks.

I'm just a sequence 2 "Nightmare" of the "Dream Thief" path, and finding things is not the direction I'm good at at all, Dream Walker, destroying everywhere is the mainstream of this path.

Resisting the urge to destroy the morgue, Besik looked slowly around once more, trying to find traces of the ghost.

"Officer Besik."

Hollington hesitated and said, "Did you find anything?" ”

"If it was so easy to find out, I don't think you would have reported this case to the church." Besik said a cliché and subconsciously glanced at Holrington behind him.

Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, he suddenly found a twisted figure with a torn dress, half naked, and blood stains and gray-white thick liquid dripping from the corners of his mouth.

The figure was lying quietly on Holrington's back, the corners of the bloodstained mouth facing Holrington's ears, and he spoke loudly, his expression hideous.

Call...... Found you.

Fortunately, Holrington is not a clergyman, so he can't turn on his vision casually, otherwise he would be scared crazy if he saw himself lying on his back with a ghost on his face......

He let out a cloudy breath, soothing his agitation for a moment, then turned his gaze back to the twisted ghost.