Chapter 22 "Horror" Experiment (Resident Evil, The Walking Dead...)
I'm not good at fighting, so I spent most of my time investigating the source of the corpses.
The original owner of this body was in charge of the fight, although I was the one doing the work on the surface.
The stairwell was pitch black, the path underfoot was uneven, and the flickering torches looked like will-o'-the-wisps. I covered my mouth and nose and followed behind a guard captain.
"My lord," came the captain's voice after a few clanging sounds of locks being put on, "please."
A stench of putridity mixed with the smell of blood assaulted my senses, and there seemed to be the stench of corpses as well. I forced myself to suppress the urge to vomit and walked into the dungeon. "Light two more torches."
The dimly lit dungeon suddenly brightened. The captain of the guard and several guards, each holding a torch, walked around me as I approached.
It was eerily quiet. Dozens of bloodstained hands reached out from behind the fences on both sides, but no one spoke.
As we passed a cell, a disheveled prisoner was yawning, the firelight illuminating his bloody mouth—which was missing a tongue.
I stumbled and almost fell.
The head guard turned around sensitively. "My lord, are you alright?"
"without."
I followed them, my heart pounding, and after passing through two rows of fences, we entered a room filled with torture instruments. The bizarre shapes of the instruments dazzled my eyes. There were instruments hanging from the ceiling, laid out on the floor, placed on a table, and a bed made of only wooden slats.
I picked up the two heavy iron clamps from the bedside table, wondering what they were for, when I heard the head guard respectfully say, "We only use these iron clamps on ordinary prisoners."
Does it work?
“It works. Fix the prisoner’s limbs to the four corners of the bed with iron clamps, press the mechanism, and the iron clamps will pull down hard, like tearing the body apart. Usually, the prisoner will beg for mercy immediately.” The captain of the guards added, “My lord, let me show you the instruments of torture used on serious criminals. Which one is more effective.”
"No."
I was helped back to my room by two guards, pretending that my old ailment had not yet healed.
I vomited violently in the private restroom; I felt like I was throwing up my stomach too. What a terrifying place it was, even worse than the Black Castle.
After I finished vomiting, I turned around and saw "me" leaning against the threshold, coldly watching me.
"How's the dungeon search going?" I asked.
I slowly stood up. "Tell me, what's the difference between you and those long-haired women who turn girls into meat patties?"
"What do you mean?" I frowned slightly.
"I've seen your torture chamber."
I sneered, "Looks like you haven't found anything."
"Then go ahead and investigate," I sneered.
I was clearly about to get angry, but I held back. "I'll ask you one more time, have you noticed anything suspicious in the dungeon?"
"No, the head guard said the dungeon is exactly the same as before the zombie outbreak, even the buckets of water on the ground haven't been touched."
I fell into deep thought.
"Is the dungeon the last place?" I asked.
I didn't answer, but I think I did. I wrote a note to myself listing all the places I needed to go, with the dungeon being the last one.
I also fell into deep thought. For two days I had searched almost the entire castle, but I hadn't found a single clue. Who knows how the zombies appeared? They seemed to have suddenly sprung up from underground.
Hmm, underground? Maybe it really did emerge from underground?
"Is anything in the castle built underground?" I asked, adding, "Except for the dungeons." I'd just been there.
I suddenly laughed, and in a strange way. "There's another place I'll take you there."
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Fifteen minutes later, I stood holding my nose in front of a large latrine at the bottom of the castle, filled with regret.
I shouldn't have come to a place like this!
“I heard you used to be a night soil collector,” I said sarcastically, covering my nose with a handkerchief. “This place is perfect for you.”
I feel like dying.
The stench of excrement was overwhelming, and countless maggots crawled in the cesspool. I desperately suppressed the nausea and vomiting. I covered my nose and walked to a stone wall. Behind the wall was a stone staircase that led to a dark room.
"A darkroom?" I asked in surprise, covering my nose. "What kind of place is that?"
I didn't answer, but quickly left.
I had no choice but to push aside the wall and, with a heavy heart, grope my way up the dilapidated stone steps inside.
The stone steps weren't very long, probably only two stories high, and were closely connected to the latrine, where the stench lingered and seemed to be getting stronger.
When I pushed open the door to the dark room, another strong smell of blood hit me. I vomited violently until my stomach felt better before I dared to go in.
The old wooden table stained with blood, the broken stool with a broken leg, and several pairs of handcuffs and shackles lying on the ground, along with the bloodstains under the dim candlelight, were extremely terrifying to me after just visiting the dungeon.
This is a completely different torture chamber.
I looked around nervously and saw a garbage dump, unsure if it was actually used for dumping trash. I tiptoed around the bloodstains and walked over, and what I saw terrified me.
One or two severed hands lay across the garbage dump, along with several broken fingers.
I vomited violently again, staggered back a few steps and collapsed to the ground, my head hitting the blood-stained table leg.
Twenty minutes later, I stumbled out of the dark room, leaning against the wall in a disheveled state...
That evening, I had my servants find all the information about the castle's topography and specially arranged for several servants who were experts in the castle's layout to explain the castle's internal structure to me. We were busy all night.
Early in the morning, having not slept all night, I sat at the dining table under the crystal chandelier, my eyes swollen and listless.
Another "me" arrived late, dressed in a flowing gown and a cashmere shawl, looking like a noble princess from afar.
"How's the investigation going?" "I," he asked with a smile, "I heard you were busy all night?"
I took the milk from the maid without saying a word.
It seemed that my attitude had annoyed him. His relaxed expression instantly turned tense, and his icy gaze made the air suddenly tense.
I could clearly feel the maids' breathing become heavier.
I gestured for the maids to leave and said, "I heard you specialized in dismembering large corpses in that dark room. Did you find anything there?"
His eyes narrowed. "Oh, what did you find?"
I shrugged. "It's nothing."
"Speak." Even though he had become "I," his imposing manner was still very strong.
I took a deep breath and said, "I am your partner, not your subordinate, much less your slave."
He stared at me coldly, and I stared back coldly at him, neither of us backing down.
Finally, seemingly prioritizing the bigger picture, he backed down and spoke again: "Please tell me, and see if what you've discovered is useful."
I then said, "A group of ants that are not ants."
"What's the meaning?"
I recounted how I fell under the table, "I saw a group of tiny insects crawling down a slanted opening in the dark room used for dumping excrement..."
"Get to the point." He said, sounding a little impatient.
I didn't speak, so he had to add another "please," "Please get to the point."
I continued, "I originally thought they would crawl down to the latrine, but they turned a corner and all crawled into a crack in the drain opening. I found this strange, and when I went back to the archives that night, I discovered that this drain opening was built later. Originally, there was a long pipe connecting part of the castle's toilets, leading directly to the latrine. Later, for some reason, it was demolished, and a new latrine opening was built in place where the old pipe used to be. The crack that the insects crawled into is the remnant of the original pipe."
"What did you find?" he asked.
"As dawn approached, I went there with a few guards and had them knock open the crack. We found that the original long tube was filled with a kind of green grass, and thousands of tiny insects were crawling inside."
The thought of seeing countless tiny insects sends chills down my spine.
He clearly understood what I meant. "You mean these little bugs are related to zombies?"
“I only have a suspicion,” I said. “It will take a few more days to investigate.”
“Don’t tell me anything that’s not certain yet, it’s a waste of my time. You need to hurry,” he said coldly. “I’ve been fighting Rosie for two days, and we’re tied for now, but things will change soon.”
"That's your problem," I said coldly.
We glared at each other.
He gave me a different feeling than he did at Black Castle. At Black Castle, although he was cold, he still had some humanity in him. When he saw me off from the sea, which was changing colors, he even said, "Thank you for everything you've done."
Now, he's completely turned into a hard, unyielding iceberg, and he can no longer say thank you.
During the days of combat, zombies would occasionally emerge and cause trouble. Our army and Roshi's army would temporarily cease fire and jointly deal with the zombies, resuming the battle after the crisis passed.
My actions have been questioned because I allowed my mistress to command the operations.
Several generals sent me letters expressing their dissatisfaction. I had intended to explain at the morning council that my mistress was quite capable, but he stopped me. He said my explanation was ridiculous and unnecessary, so I had no choice but to bury myself in my experiments and ignore the matter.
If the general doesn't listen to me and the army doesn't obey my commands, then it's none of my business.
In the flickering candlelight, I held my breath as I watched two guards pour the "ants" from the bottle onto a dying prisoner.
I am conducting a horrific experiment—"ants" are crawling all over the prisoners' bodies.
I would never have dared to do this if this prisoner hadn't been on the verge of meeting God.
They obviously didn't bite him; he was calm despite being on the verge of death.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes, fifteen minutes, an hour passed... nothing changed, and the experiment was declared a failure.
At midnight, I returned to my bedroom in frustration, collapsed onto the bed, and closed my eyes.
Resident Evil, The Walking Dead, and post-apocalyptic novels all tell me that zombies are infected by viruses, so "ants" are very likely to be viruses. They are born, grow, and reproduce in the smelliest, coldest, and dampest places, and are very likely to carry viruses.
But why doesn't this dying prisoner change at all?
It's not that I want this prisoner to turn into a zombie, but I hope to find out the cause as soon as possible and prevent more people from turning into zombies.
Judging from the fighting over the past few days, the number of zombies, which had already been reduced by half, is showing signs of increasing. Secret reports indicate that two nearby villages have become deserted, with everyone disappearing overnight.
It's terrifying to think about.
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Love Affair with a Bloodthirsty Beast (also known as Love in a Magical Otherworld)
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