A total of ten Holy Grenades were casually strapped, around the holster of the revolver, and then on the shoulder.

This series of weapons and equipment was thus completed.

After doing this, Yorks moved his body, not feeling that it affected his movements, and then began to step up the next step.

"Liberation, what does liberation really mean?"

Walking to the middle landing of the stairs, Yorks looked down the floor and continued walking.

With the sound of da, da, da, da, steps.

As soon as the footboard touched a layer of ground, Yorks began to understand the real demands of the mission.

"What a grudge is heavier than that of evil spirits."

Yorks waved his hand, in his crimson pupils that had been spread by magic.

The coroner's office on the basement level has been altered by some unknown force and extremely strong resentment.

It is precisely because of this that ordinary people are affected, and the five senses begin to change to the point of hallucinations, hallucinations that are deliberately controlled by someone.

"So in a sense, you're not dead."

Remembering the nameless female corpse in the photo, York began to make hypothetical reasoning and spoke into the void.

"I'm assuming you're alive, because the mission requires liberation, and with this rampant resentment, you're supposed to be a victim of some kind of incident.

What is the truth, I want you to express it yourself or show it......"

Although he thought so for the time being and determined a direction, Yorks was still in a state of confusion, he had no information, no identity of the female corpse, all this was all conjecture.

"Your resentment is getting heavier......"

York, who didn't care if anyone was listening, continued to speak.

"But my mental attributes are very high, and with the magic eye, your hallucinations are useless to me, because you are too weak."

Looking at the bloodstained straight aisle with corpses still in front of him, Yorkes began to stride forward.

The coroner's office on the basement level is even more chilling than the above.

The reason is that the resentment that spreads everywhere, it is as invisible as the air, but it has the same passive effect and buff as the game, and it has its own ability, which has an invisible effect on people.

Even if there is no resentment, this itself is equivalent to the atmosphere of a hospital, plus there are morgues and autopsy, autopsy and post-mortem departments, which itself has a terrifying effect in the eyes of ordinary people.

Yorks glanced at the police officer lying on the floor and the forensic corpse in the room next to him, and continued walking.

"These people are still last night, not to mention the effect, the hospital and the place where it smells of disinfectant water are still the most terrifying places in ghost movies......"

Doors were closed on either side, and the only sound of his footsteps remained in the silent aisles.

Suddenly there was a bell ringing.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

There was a junction in front of him, and York's face was expressionless and he continued walking.

He knew what it meant to be in this place.

Only the dead hang a bell on their feet.

Because when a person is not sure whether he is dead or alive, a bell is tied to his foot.

The goal is that once the bell rings, the medical examiner in charge of the person, or whoever is in charge, will know that the person is still alive......

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The bell was still ringing, and York's heart did not have a trace of waves, just remembering the dead in those photos of the scene, the expressions on their faces, some confused, some confused, but more fearful.

"The effect of this horror is 100%."

Staring at the intersection that was getting closer, York could determine that the direction of the sound was coming from the right aisle, and that was exactly the direction he was going.

Paradoxically, the sound of the bell appeared, but the real-time stereogram in his mind did not receive the feedback information, and the location of the sound source was empty.

"Even if I don't do anything, I can go all the way to you with this thing alone."

Listening to the bell that was already getting closer, York smiled and strode to the intersection.

Turning to the right, a fire axe appeared in front of him riding the strong wind.

At this urgent moment, York still has free time to look at the protagonist of the bell in front of him.

It is indeed what he thinks, and the protagonist of the bell must be a dead man who has already reined in.

In place of the facial features on the face, there was a large blood hole, as if it had been hit head-on by a shotgun, and the organs inside and the cold brain tissue were vivid.

This kind of oncoming excitement and horror is unbearable for ordinary people, and York's gaze can continue to move downward.

He was wearing a costume similar to that worn by a patient in a hospital, that is, a garment that was sent to the operating room.

There is also a number plate on it.

"Number 31..."

As York muttered, his spiritual power exploded, and an invisible telekinetic protection blocked the fire axe that had already slashed his clothes.

Knowing that it was a hallucination, York didn't want to try the taste of being slashed by a fire axe, whether it worked or not.

"Scatter!"

Staring at the stiff dead man, York's magic power was used in one go.

At this point effect is doubled, twenty points of magic power can already be regarded as worthy of the nameless female corpse, and even make a big fuss.

Click!

There was no wind, and an invisible ripple spread around York.

The dead man in front of him was like the remnants of burning embers blown away by the storm, little by little blown away by the wind until they disappeared.

And the walls of the surrounding walkways are also starting to crack.

With a final snap, York continued to walk.

At this point, the dissection chamber in the depths is getting closer and closer.

From the map, only the intersection in front of you remains, and at the end of the road to the left is the dissection room.

On this walkway, York's revelations are even more brutal.

Most of the dead died on this walkway.

Blood water is sprayed everywhere like a tomato that doesn't want money.

The forensic doctor who twisted into a twisted flower, the staff who hanged himself, the rat in a corner somewhere, the police officer who committed suicide with a gun,

The remaining blood on the walls that was about to freeze was still slowly sliding down......

"It's hard to say, if it's the result of your will, I'm afraid you don't deserve the word liberation, if it's true, I'm more inclined to humane destruction, even if the mission fails......"

With a sigh of heart, Yorks walked all the way through the bloody land until he came to the junction, then turned left onto the left.

"As we get closer, the resentment does get stronger, so what's the deal with this curse power?"

Staring at the dissecting room at the end, York continued walking.

Twenty meters in total, each step closer, as the resentment and cursed power grew thicker and thicker, Yorks began to feel that his surroundings were beginning to become more and more unreal......

(End of chapter)