Chapter 011 Hospital Shock

“…”

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

This kind of taboo experiment is banned all over the world, and Kurosawa will definitely be in trouble if it is exposed.

A few experimental reports alone were obviously not enough to confirm Kurosawa's guilt. Rong Le began to think about what else he had missed.

The hospital is an excellent experimental site. He saw the hospital's financial bills and found out that the hospital actually belongs to Kurosawa.

Rong Le was thoughtful: "Tell me... is there anything in the hospital that I can't see?"

"basement."

Bai Yue replied without hesitation, his expression a little cold: "These pagans like to put things that can't be seen in public there."

Only the basement can be confidently said to be a restricted area of ​​the hospital, where no one is allowed to enter, and outsiders who accidentally enter or peek are driven away.

Rong Le: "Then let's go to the basement and look for the evidence that Kurosawa has hidden."

After quickly finalizing his plan of action, he restored the drawer to its original state.

The two men cautiously returned to the third-floor ward through the window, and then returned to the first floor to search for places where the basement entrance might be hidden.

For the sake of efficiency, they split up and checked on the left and right.

It was late at night and the first floor was getting quieter.

Rong Le searched every place that might be the secret door in the basement, even under the bed in the ward, but found nothing.

Did he understand it wrongly?

If not a hospital, where else could Kurosawa have hidden such a large crime?

Rong Le began to think about the possibility of following Hei Ze home.

As he thought this, he walked out holding the door, his palm brushed against the wall, and his steps, ready to leave, suddenly stopped.

Rong Le looked back at the wall. It looked no different from other walls elsewhere, but his spiritual intuition was faintly throbbing.

He whispered, "...Seal?"

This is the corner of the first floor. There is only an abandoned room covered in dust, and the wall next to it is easily overlooked.

Rong Le pondered for a moment, then followed her memory and took out a small bottle of dark red liquid from her bag.

He shook it gently, watching the liquid flowing viscously in the bottle, and faintly saw a strange green luster flash.

Rong Le dipped her finger into the bottle and began to paint strange dark red symbols on the wall.

The audience in the live broadcast room were shocked:

"Can anyone tell me what he's writing?"

"Damn, where does this player come from? Why do I suddenly feel like he's a big shot..."

"Is the boss really that powerful? The symbols he drew look really awesome."

"Players who can obtain mysterious knowledge usually have unhealthy sanity values. Where did this wild player come from?"

Naturally, no one can answer these questions for them. Ever since the special response department released the information and advised everyone to watch with caution, the number of viewers of [Savior Observation Record] has skyrocketed.

Even though humans now live in low-risk cities, their fear and curiosity about the Fog City has not diminished.

The special response department also regularly releases announcements and information to let them know the situation inside the Fog City, but because they cannot take photos or videos, everyone only has a vague impression of the Fog City.

Now, when people heard that there was an officially approved live broadcast of the City of Mist, countless people entered the live broadcast room at once.

Relevant forums were also quickly established, and the causes and consequences and timeline since the broadcast were compiled into a post to facilitate later viewers to understand the situation. Some live broadcast screenshots, videos and official materials were also moved over.

Many posts were opened, some of which were screenshots of the operation to seduce the tavern owner, and screenshots of the battle in the room. The ambiguous and exciting atmosphere, and the real and thrilling pictures were particularly eye-catching. Others were discussing the identity of "Rong Le".

Even foreign netizens heard the news and came to watch, but no one recognized the anchor on the screen.

They wanted to know who Rong Le was, why she was called the savior by this weird live broadcast room, and why she was so powerful and mysterious, as if she suddenly appeared in this world.

However, their words could not reach Rong Le, and the young man with black hair and green eyes could not see them at all.

All they can do is "observe".

…

As Rong Le put down the last stroke, the entire wall in front of her suddenly became illusory, and then slowly disappeared, revealing a dark passage behind it.

Rong Le curled her lips, put the bottle of dark red liquid back into her bag, turned around and waved to Baiyue who was not far away.

Bai Yue didn't seem surprised that Rong Le could break the seal. He walked over and said in surprise, "So the entrance is here."

The basement was dimly lit and visibility was low. After standing outside to confirm the situation, the two men looked at each other and walked down the wooden stairs together.

Rong Le looked at the deep entrance, as if it was the door to an unknown mysterious world. He did not deny that he was a little excited now.

I want to uncover the secrets that Kurosawa is trying so hard to hide and expose the crimes he has committed.

I want to explore deeper, untouched secrets, until I reach eternity...

This must be the bad habit of the "detective".

**

Walking down the wooden stairs, after an unknown amount of time, the two finally touched the ground.

A cave-like space appeared before their eyes. There was turbid water on the ground and the air was cold and damp. Rong Le was pulled by Bai Yue beside him and pointed at the top of his head.

He looked up. Above them, several colorful nets were hung from the high ceiling of the cave, with tassels and feathers hanging down, swaying gently with the weak breeze.

"Is this... a dream catcher?"

The function of a dreamcatcher is to protect dreams. According to legend, Indians used it to capture dreams. Good dreams would pass through the net, while nightmares would be caught. *

Rong Le: "This kind of thing has now completely degenerated into a decoration."

Baiyue: "Perhaps Kurosawa is plagued by nightmares and is hanging something like this to pray for peace."

"That's really what goes around comes around."

The dream catcher was just a small episode. After the two crossed the cave, they didn't walk far before they found a simple warehouse building. It was built against the terrain of the cave and looked unremarkable.

Rong Le: "Remember to protect me, the fight is up to you."

Baiyue: "If I remember correctly, I am the employer?"

"There's nothing I can do." Rong Le said confidently, "It's because I'm just a weak brainiac."

The Baiyue were speechless.

Rong Le easily opened the lock that was casually hung on the door of the wooden house.

As soon as he came in, he smelled a strange smell.

The smell lingered on her nose. On both sides of the corridor were identical rooms extending forward. Rong Le did not hesitate and pushed the doors open one by one.

This seemed to be a warehouse for storing miscellaneous items. Some rooms were filled with miscellaneous items, some were filled with medical supplies, and some rooms had nothing in them, but the gray-brown bloodstains clearly indicated something.

Until he pushed open a door deep inside and saw long bags piled in the room.

The moment she entered the room, Rong Le felt dizzy from the lingering resentment in the air.

He frowned and covered his nose slightly with his hand, walked in and unzipped a long bag at hand, and a pale and swollen face came into view.

The source of the smell was the pile of untreated human bodies in the room.

“…”

Rong Le took a few steps back. This scene had a certain impact on his relatively stable spirit.

After he confirmed once again that there was indeed resentment here that had not disappeared, he slowly closed his eyes.

After Rong Le became a student valued by the church bishop, his teacher told him that he had extremely high inspiration.

This inspiration is a gift from God, allowing him to touch the mysterious boundary, but it is also a curse, because he will never be able to break free from the mental intrusion brought by hallucinations.

He can easily perceive things that are incomprehensible to humans, and with this ability he stands out in the field of mysticism and becomes the director of investigating mysterious events.

After successfully taking control of the church, Rong Le rarely used this ability anymore.

His mind had long become unstable in the process of fighting against the mystery time and time again. When communicating with the souls of the dead, he would also be contaminated by the chaos and madness before their death.

If he uses it too frequently, his spirit will collapse.

Rong Le's expression was somewhat gloomy, his green pupils as dark as a deep lake. He closed his eyes and extended his consciousness:

"Let me see what you've been through."

…

He felt the coldness seeping into his bones.

Rong Le was lying flat on the bed, surrounded by many figures in white coats, and the bright and glaring light above his head interfered with his vision.

His head was dizzy, his brain was frozen and unable to think, and chaotic and crazy mumbling echoed in his mind without stopping. It was the consciousness of the deceased that had not yet dissipated.

He saw that the ceiling of the room was covered with mold, and a pair of white gloves appeared in his field of vision. Between the fingers was a syringe filled with unknown liquid, and the needle tip was sparkling with tiny crystals.

This body couldn't move, and could only watch everything in front of it and scream silently and crazily in its mind.

Amidst the shrill screams, the needle was slowly pushed into the neck.

As the drug entered his body and eroded his brain, his consciousness gradually became blurred.

The last part of the memory was the man's faintly regretful voice:

"Failed again."

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