Chapter 97
A silent gesture to Hendrick.
Stay in place for five seconds.
However.
Not only did the footsteps not weaken or leave with the passage of time, but instead came the sound of rustling from the ground.
A small piece of dirt fell on Cole's clothes.
Hendrick's expression was tense, and he lowered his voice and said, "What should I do now?"
"Run."
"What?!"
Pushing him hard, Cole rebuilt the ground while retreating towards the city hall, closing the tunnel.
At the same moment.
A pair of human slender arms, stained with mud and blood, slammed into the tunnel.
Hendrick cursed secretly and ran towards the city hall.
Cole follow closely from behind.
Run three hundred meters in the tunnel in one breath.
Until the nightmare footsteps and the sound of ka ka, go away and disappear into your ears.
"Damn..."
Hendrick leaned on his knees, panting like a cow, his expression turned into a mask of pain, spitting out on the ground, and said, "I must be I'm crazy to come to this ghost place with you!
Do you know what we look like?
His mouse!"
Cole is heavy on the tunnel Constructed a periscope, and after making sure that all around was not threatening, he removed the two of them from the ground.
The interior of the municipal building is very dilapidated and empty.
The weathered dust is permeated.
In the gloomy rays of light, silence is like death.
Go forward cautiously.
Hendrick whispered, "Cole, how did you know that Karl was locked in the municipal building?"
"Intuition."
He knows now It's not when talking, all the way is silent.
Go upstairs along the stairs, while avoiding the sight of the night spirit hanging on the outer wall, explore layer by layer.
The municipal building has a total of 8-Layer.
The internal structure is complex.
It is not easy to find two people in it.
About an hour and a half later.
In the stairwell leading to the Eighth Layer.
The two have not arrived yet.
But suddenly I heard a faint voice from the arm.
Glance at each other.
Cole motioned to Hendrick to wait here, not to speak out.
Reconstruct the walls of the stairwell.
A periscope hidden in the wall slowly extends to the source of the sound.
Through the sight glass.
Cole sees the situation on the top floor.
Compared to floors.
There is more like an independent space.
The stench of blood that never freezes is like a rotting quagmire.
Hundreds of humans, like hogs, were hung in the air by ropes and passed out.
The skeletal goatmen use a hook to lock their necks, and use a sickle to dig out their tongues and throats.
Then grabbed the hair and dragged it towards the middle flesh and blood workbench.
The skeletal goat man dressed as a butcher, wearing a dirty apron stained with blood, holding a sharp knife and a hacksaw, surrounded all around.
In the vague wailing drowning in blood.
One living person after another was disassembled by them and assembled into ugly and strange night spirits.
Then was dragged into the center of the evil ceremony by another group of skeletal goatmen, giving them false life.
Carl and Hugo are among them.
As a living person who was caught recently.
They are the only lucky ones who stay awake and haven't fainted...or rather unlucky.
I have witnessed the bloody production process of night spirit time and time again.
The bloody visual impact brought their sanity to the brink of collapse.
Let them struggle, yelling in horror.
The evil forces of the world in the mirror, like a deep ocean of blood and death, drown their voices in it.
Hendrick glanced across the eyepiece.
It was a horrible sight like hell, which made him shake slightly.
Hurrying to remove his eyes from above, this executive team Vice Captain frowns.
Holding Colt M1900 tightly, clenching one's teeth and said, "Are we really going to save them?"
Cole took out a cigarette, lowered his head, and lit it.
"Carl is the key to solving the Newcastle City case."
Put the lighter back in his pocket and drew the long knife, seemingly not caring about his opinion, and walked upstairs alone. go.
Hendrick looked up at Cole's back.
Holding a long knife, the black coat swings.
A wisp of cigarette smoke is floating in the air.
Like a loner from hell, he is not only fearless of evil and darkness, but even his cold expression makes him look like the real butcher.
Insane...
This bastard must be crazy!
Until Cole's back disappeared from his sight, Hendrick's teeth clenched, after an extremely fierce psychological struggle.
"Damn..."
Step on the steps leading to the top floor.
A hero for a second, and a coward for a lifetime.
He chose the former.
In the stairwell, Cole stopped and turned around, took the cigarette in his hand, and said condescendingly, "I thought you were scared."
Hendrick walked to him foul-mouthed. By your side.
The eyes are fierce.
"I now know why you can survive the witch incident twice, because you or he is a total lunatic!!
That place is hell! You are really I’m not afraid of it at all?!"
After smoking the last puff, satisfy his cravings and throw away the cigarette butts.
Activating the Blood Flame Secret Art, Cole smiled at him and said, "Have you seen the real hell?"
The voice fell.
Step into the door surrounded by viscous plasma.
Hendrick was shocked.
Have you seen?
The gun chases in.
When he stepped into this space soaked by blood that never coagulated.
Call it a night spirit production house or a human slaughterhouse.
The dizzying stench is coming.
The viscous plasma flooded the calf.
The skeletal goatmen wearing black robe stopped their'work' one after another and cast their death gazes.
Cole threw the dagger at him and said, "Put Carl and Hugo down."
Hendrick's clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and he shouted, "The others What?!"
His question was not answered.
Here is the world in the mirror.
A place soaked in weird evil.
With the power of the two of them, it is impossible to rescue all the hundreds of people hanging in the air.
Even if they cut the rope and wait to leave the building, they will be captured by night spirits and sheep heads who wander outside.
Carl and Hugo saw the two men who suddenly appeared in the slaughterhouse.
Crazy shouted at them.
But the sound of a word can't be heard.
Seeing the night spirit and the skeletal sheepheads around, Hendrik's adrenaline soared!
Courage your mother to embolden yourself.
Cut off the ropes on Karl and Hugo, and shouted, "Cole!"
Being alone in front of the evil creature in the mirror, Cole did not look back, indifferently said, "Take them outside and wait for me."
"You...!"
Carl and Hugo made meaningless whimpers, so anxious that they danced with one word. Can't tell.
The situation is critical now.
Hendrick can’t take care of that many.
Take the arms of the two of them and rush out.
Carl turned his head and stared at Cole who was standing still unmoved. He seemed to want to say something, but was pulled out by Hendrick.
Facing the slow-moving skeletal goatman.
Cole raised his right hand, and the plasma formed a huge lance, crucifying the newly born night spirit.
"Now, we are left, little goat."