Crown of Silence

Chapter 165 The Butcher and the Boy

The engineer who originally designed this never imagined that there would be such a lunatic that he couldn't break the door and just tore it down.

Ye Qingxuan was the first to walk through the fallen gate and gravel, but saw no sign of Lorenzo - that guy really ran fast, which was a good quality in the Lower City, otherwise he wouldn't be alive today.

"Let's go."

He looked back at the butcher: "Since I'm here, let's take a look at what Arkham Asylum really looks like."

After walking through the long path and going up the stairs, it felt like entering some complex building.

The air was still filled with the pungent fumes of disinfectant.

That strong smell seems to not only kill germs, but also kill people in the smell.

Only the sound of footsteps echoed in the silent corridor.

There was a light on the ceiling, and the light was pale and dazzling, illuminating the iron fences on both sides and the tired shadows behind the fence.

Those people seemed to come from various places, with different ages and appearances, but there were more or less abnormal marks on their bodies.

Some people have bones growing out of their skin, some people have slender and skinny limbs and can only curl up in cages, and some people have barbs growing on their joints, making them look extremely ferocious. Some people have gnarled muscles, and the iron fence in front of them is just two noodles, but they don't even think about getting out.

There are also people who are born with fish gills after their ears, which are the same marks on the former hag Emma... Siren transformation.

Their respective mutations are absolutely different. Even if they are two identical transformations, they have different directions. The only thing they have in common is their dull and confused expressions.

Neither the distant roar nor the stranger walking by the fence caught their attention.

No one even tried to shout that they were hungry, or begged them to let them out.

As if they were immersed in their own world, those people were curled up in their own cages, concentrating on smearing something on the ground, mumbling to themselves, or spitting bubbles and giggling...

"This should be the ward, right?"

Ye Qingxuan murmured softly and looked at their appearance:

They were all wearing the same clothes as the skeleton in the sewer. The prison-like attire was the white clothes worn by patients for the convenience of surgery.

Ten years ago, there should have been a turmoil here, and some people escaped, like the ghost Emma. Some people did not escape, like the dry skeleton in the sewer, who could only stare in the direction of the sky and die.

They should have tightened their controls since then, like... like now.

The butcher looked at the transformed patients coldly, holding a bone saw in his hand and being on full alert, but Ye Qingxuan next to him was playing it lightly.

"Don't be nervous, they won't have any reaction."

He casually pulled a person in an iron cage over, but the person didn't resist at all and just let him do what he wanted.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, looked at the back of his head and the sides of his ears, and understood when he saw the abnormality in his pupils.

"That's right, lobotomy."

Ye Qingxuan gestured to the butcher to poke his eyes with his finger: "Prick an ice pick from under the eye, and the ice pick will penetrate into the skull, and with the feel of the hand, smash the front lobe of the brain into a pulp... In this way, no matter what it is, Vicious people will turn into obedient babies and be at the mercy of others.

As long as you become proficient, the operation only takes a few minutes, is safe and harmless, and will not affect any subsequent transformation.

It's really safe and convenient. "

The young man sniffed the increasingly strong smell of disinfectant in the wind, and a phantom seemed to flash before his eyes, and the memories that had been sleeping in his mind came back to him again.

In fact, those broken memories had long been lost in the past, and he didn't want to recall what happened to him, but for some reason, the anger in his heart burned. That kind of anger is like lava under the earth's crust, moving silently through the darkness, with no fire visible, but burning people to the point of going crazy.

But he didn't even know where this rage should be directed.

"Hey, uncle, let's go separately."

He suddenly said softly: "Shaman, I actually gave you another task, right?"

The butcher was silent and did not answer.

"He has long known that the Senate controls Arkham Asylum, right? He allowed me to explore here just to find out what is going on here.

He asked you to come here with me not to protect me, but to kill his enemies. In addition to professors, there are also people from the House. "

The young man looked at him quietly:

"--right?"

Under the young man's gaze, the butcher remained silent and did not answer.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but curl his lips,

"Uncle Seton, there's no way you can keep pretending."

The butcher was stunned, and his eyes finally changed, from vicious to gloomy, and then to ferocious.

But the young man just looked at him, until after a long time, he heard an irritated breath from under the mask: "How do you know?"

"You can't expect me to suddenly join forces with someone who once hunted me down, right?"

Ye Qingxuan spread his hands and said, "I have to investigate."

"In one day?"

"Actually, it's more than that."

Ye Qingxuan said, "Actually, ever since I discovered that I was able to escape from the butcher who never failed, I suspected that you would show mercy to me.

Later, every time I recalled it, I felt that there were many doubts. I didn't think I was strong enough to escape the butcher's pursuit. Then there was only one possibility:

——The butcher let me go. "

"..."

'The butcher', or Seton, was speechless and just kept silent.

"... As long as this line is connected, it is easy to figure it out. After all, I have very few friends, and there are not many people with your physique.

I am still very grateful that you let me go, after all, I really felt that I was about to die. "

Ye Qingxuan tilted his head and looked at him: "But, you come out to make extra money, the boss doesn't know, right?"

"..."

In silence, under the huge horse head mask, Seton's expression must have become very ugly:

"Fuck, get out!"

He smashed the bone saw on the ground irritably, smashing a crack, and finally looked at Ye Qingxuan, turned around and left.

But behind him, the boy stared at his back and suddenly shouted:

"——Uncle Seton. "

"Huh? "Seton turned around.

"Be careful."

The young man said goodbye softly.

The butcher sneered.

"Isn't it you who should be careful?"

He waved his hand without looking back: "Don't worry, for Lao Fei's sake, if you die, I will avenge you."

"Oh, that's great. "

The young man's voice came from far behind him, and gradually it could not be heard.

-

The butcher walked slowly in the darkness, following the smell of blood in the wind.

According to the map given to him by his employer, he had to walk through the corridor, step on the stairs, pass through the third operating room and turn right, break through the sixth hall, and then take the elevator down to the central agency.

-Along the way, all places were destroyed, all information about blood sacrifice was burned, and all living things were killed.

The enemies included the thugs under the mafia, the original guards of the hospital, the minions of the parliament, and the black musicians hired by them.

As he walked forward in silence, the butcher's footsteps suddenly stopped.

The pale light above his head flickered, and a sound of infantile sound came from behind the closed door in front of him. The baby's cry. On the iron door, the metal nameplate with the name of the third operating room has rusted.

The operation is in progress.

In the gap under the iron door, the blood seeps out silently.

In the baby's cry, the air is filled with the soft singing of ghosts, as if a dead woman is gazing at the world in hell, wailing and screaming.

In silence, the butcher silently pushed open the iron door and saw blood all over the ground.

Under the pale and blazing light, a figure in a white coat turned his back to him, carefully soaking a bunch of internal organs in a preservative solution, carefully and carefully tidying up every finishing touch, and finally throwing the hollowed-out baby into the trash can.

He turned around, and the pupils behind the mask saw the person coming, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Butcher? "

The sound was like the hoarse sound of dozens of mouths at the same time, and those sounds overlapped and became a harsh noise.

The butcher stared at him, his eyes fell on him, as if he saw through the clothes, a dozen lips moving and opening on that body, and then he suddenly realized:

"Black Musician. Yellow Foot?"

The dead brother of Qingchi, Yellow Foot nodded slowly: "A few minutes ago, Alberto's people told me that someone broke in. Where is your companion? Where did he go?

To be honest, I want to see Holmes more than you: as a black musician, there must be a lot of topics to discuss. "

A sneer came from under the mask.

Huang Zu seemed to understand something, and his eyes were a little regretful: "Forget it, it doesn't matter if it's you, it's rare to have such good experimental materials..."

The butcher silently clenched the bone saw, and a crisp sound of bone friction came from his body. The body was visible to the naked eye, expanding, and expanding again!

Until the end, it turned into the hideous giant again.

"God, please give me mercy, I kneel in the river of soul, trying to wash away the filth! God, please give me salvation, the curse has submerged my waist, can you hear my plea? God, please give me a gift, the blood has overflowed my neck, I am wailing for release..."

The music engraved on the body was awakened, turning the sound of blood flowing into the tide, the heartbeat like a drum beating the rhythm, making the ether vibrate, the blood surged out of the pores, and transformed into the faces of the dead in the air, laughing and responding:

"La La La La La La~"

Silently, the light went out.

In the darkness, the singing of the dead and the overlapping chanting of the black musicians suddenly burst out, the roar and the shock spread, and raised invisible dust.

The temperature of the blood and the malice that condensed into substance splashed around.

Darkness engulfed everything.

——

In the silent corridor, the boy watched the butcher go away. In silence, he looked around at the dull faces around him, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, let's have a good fight. "

He slammed his cane on the ground, and the sound of steel lingered: "Whether it's the professor or the Senate, everyone has revenge and complaints.

Since I am called the evil spirit of revenge, I must make them pay for what they have done! "