Crown of Silence

Chapter 167 Don't Struggle

It was like a moment, the silence and tranquility on the surface were broken, and the entire Arkham Asylum fell into chaos and madness.

Alarms rang in every corner.

There were fires everywhere, and frantic patients rushed out of the cages, raging like a tide in this dark institution stained with the smell of blood.

The pungent smell of disinfectant liquid could no longer cover up the blood hidden behind it. As the turmoil spread, screams and cries rang out from everywhere.

In the corridor, terrified doctors and nurses were running, but one hideous figure after another smashed the cages, threw them to the ground, and tore them into pieces.

The lights were knocked over by someone and fell to the ground. As the cloth ignited and the running of fear spread, the uncontrolled flames spread.

First, the corpse warehouse, followed by the ward area on the first underground floor, and then the laboratory and special research area on the second underground floor.

Then, dozens of transformed bodies sleeping in the culture dishes also went out of control. Those who had been highly completed and transformed into demons fell into madness, angrily killing those researchers, leaving blood all over the ground.

In the chaos, someone wanted to open the black door of the warehouse and escape, but was torn to pieces by the bone apes wandering outside the door. Then, the demons released outside the door also rushed into the hospital, and the chaos spread in all directions.

In the sound of alarms, the vengeful evil spirits frantically hunted every living thing that had participated in the transformation, and blood was everywhere wherever they passed.

In the chaos, in the data room on the third floor of the basement, which was under layers of protection, a vague figure flipped through files, silently plundering this rich wealth.

Here are the records of Arkham Asylum over the years, notes on transforming patients into demons, all clinical observation cases, drug use records and preparation methods, and the transformation technology left by those black musicians.

As the figure searched and plundered, the hard work of the House of Representatives over the years was taken into his pocket.

In the end, the figure paused and finally found the crucial document from the secret compartment, and put it in his arms with great care.

So far, the purpose of this trip has been mostly achieved.

The man named Moriadi laughed hoarsely and pushed the door open.

Soon, he noticed the turmoil outside the door and the screams in the mental hospital. When he read the memory of the dead and understood the origin of all this, he fell into a long silence.

"You are worthy of being the 'vengeful evil spirit', Holmes."

He sighed in astonishment and regret:

"- It's a pity that I didn't kill you when we first met."

Soon, he no longer stayed, like a non-existent ghost, passing through the turbulent wards and corridors, and walked into the deeper darkness.

There, the ether was brewing frantic fluctuations.

The blood sacrifice is about to reach its climax!

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"The underground floor is completely out of control!"

"There is no news from the sixth laboratory!"

"Sir, the imprisoned modified body broke through the gate and rushed into the second operating room..."

"The black gate has been breached! Holmes is going to enter the central agency! Our manpower can no longer stop him!"

"Crazy! Everyone is crazy!" The mentally ill subordinate screamed: "They are all dead! Dead!"

"Come on, drag him out! Drag him out!"

Alberto roared angrily, but his eyes were full of panic and confusion: What's going on? Why did it become like this in an instant?

Why did the situation get out of control so inexplicably? !

"Where are our musicians? Where did they go?!"

He forgot the news of death that had just come one after another, and screamed: "Where is Huang Zu? Isn't Huang Zu in the third laboratory? Where did he go? Let him go and get rid of those useless things!"

"Sir, sir..."

The subordinate staggered in and pushed the door, his face panicked: "We don't have time, someone is about to rush up..."

Alberto's scream stopped abruptly, as if he was suffocating. He had never felt fear so close. Through the door, he could almost hear the gradual footsteps.

"Lower the gate! Seal the corridor..."

He grabbed the guard beside him tightly, like crazy, screaming: "What are you still standing there for, go!"

The subordinate pressed the secret button on the wall according to his instructions, the door opened, and a loud noise sounded outside the corridor. The gate of isolation fell down, completely sealing the only entrance.

Alberto is not the kind of person who will let himself fall into a desperate situation. A person with a long-term vision should always prepare a way out for himself.

Including now.

There are so many luxurious offices and rooms in Arkham Asylum, but he only chose this one because there is a secret escape passage here!

"Hurry up, hurry up, and hurry up..."

He urged his subordinates to push his wheelchair, walk into the secret door, and move forward along the cold and damp wall.

At this time, he could no longer care about Lorenzo who was still commanding in front. Anyway, Lorenzo still has two younger brothers, who will definitely be more promising than Lorenzo when they grow up.

While moving forward quickly, he was panting with lingering fear, and couldn't help but smile with relief. But soon, that smile froze.

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

As if she had been waiting here for a long time, she noticed that he was approaching, and a ferocious smile appeared on the broken horse head mask on her face.

"Butcher?"

Alberto screamed and shook his head vigorously: "Impossible, Huang Zu has already killed you..."

"Yellowfoot?"

The butcher smiled and threw a spherical object into his arms: "Are you talking about the black musician?"

Alberto lowered his head dully and looked into his arms - there was an insect-like head with six compound eyes.

After taking it, it was like holding an iron ball. It was so heavy that there was no trace of flesh and blood, but the original twisted face could still be vaguely seen on the torn face.

"——I have never seen such a weak black musician."

Under the illumination of the trembling firelight, the butcher, whose body was charred and whose bones were exposed, twisted his neck and made a crisp crackling sound.

Behind the layer of pale ribs on his chest that had been corroded to the bone, a huge heart was beating slowly but firmly.

Through the obstruction of the ribs, an eye faintly opened in the unhuman black-purple heart, slowly opened it, glanced at Alberto coldly, then closed it without interest, and fell into a deep sleep.

"ah!!!"

Behind Alberto, the man pushing the wheelchair could no longer bear the weird gaze, collapsed completely, screamed, turned around and ran away.

Immediately afterwards, he was penetrated by a huge bone saw that came out of the air, lifted up, and finally nailed high to the wall.

"It's your turn next."

The butcher came forward.

Alberto screamed, turning his wheelchair backwards hastily to escape. But the wheelchair overturned in the chaos. He fell to the ground, quickly got up, and crawled out backwards using his hands and feet.

Under the haze of fear of death, he ran very fast, like an insect crawling on the ground, escaping towards the path he came from.

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

Even though he tried his best to slow down, Alberto was still caught up in the extremely safe cabin he once had.

It's still so quiet and peaceful here.

Pine wood burned in the fireplace, exuding a refreshing fragrance that was soothing. But when Alberto fled here, he stopped, not because of nostalgia for this warmth, but because of despair.

The only exit in the room had been sealed under his order.

He cried in despair and crawled all over the ground, avoiding the huge figure, but was stepped on the ground by the butcher, talking nonsense in his mouth.

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

Or, recall the past and ask him if he still remembers me, I hired you before, and we worked together so happily...

"Don't struggle."

The butcher interrupted.

"Huh?" He was stunned.

"I say, don't struggle," said the butcher softly. "It will make me troublesome and useless."

He lifted Alberto up with one hand, pinched his throat with his fingers, and slowly tightened it. His voice was cold and steady: "The employer's original words are: After all, you are a member of the Lower City, and I will try to leave you with a whole body. So, I’m really sorry that you couldn’t die happily.”

"Sha, Shaman..."

Alberto struggled to squeeze out the last syllable from his throat, clawing hard at the butcher's palm and mask, struggling painfully in the long suffocation.

His pupils closed, his body twitched and stopped moving.

But the butcher still maintained his original posture. One second, two seconds, three seconds passed, and his body that had been still suddenly twitched. His closed eyes opened angrily, glaring at the killer in front of him with hatred, and tried his best to fight for the last time. Kicked him hard.

Until finally, the face turned purple, twitched suddenly, and then completely stiffened.

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

On that face of deadly hatred, the firelight burning outside the window was reflected in the pupils.

He is the first.