boyutpedia Chapter 227 Arrival
Chapter 227 Arrival
"Sizzle—"
Looking at the flickering incandescent lights in the hallway outside, Jack glanced at David's body in the car, and asked Tom, who was searching for disinfectant, in a trembling voice:
"Tom! Did you hear me?"
"What did you hear?"
Tom found the disinfectant, picked up a bucket of it, and came over. "Don't overreact."
"There's a sound in the hallway!" Jack pointed to the door.
Tom rolled his eyes, put down the disinfectant, strode to the door, and peeked inside.
"Not even a ghost in sight. Have you been watching too many horror movies?"
"It really exists!" Jack insisted.
"Fine, fine, I'll go take a look. You hurry up and pack the body up." Tom waved his hand impatiently, stepped out of the autopsy room, and walked down the corridor to the left.
Jack watched Tom's figure disappear through the door, took a deep breath, turned around, and prepared to continue working.
But when his gaze fell on the hearse, his pupils dilated instantly, and his heart clenched painfully.
The hearse was empty.
The black body bag was open; David's body was gone.
"Tom... Tom!"
This sudden scene startled Jack so much that his voice changed tone.
He staggered backward in terror until his back slammed heavily against the dissection table. Only then did he look around frantically; apart from the equipment, there was nowhere to hide in the dissection room.
A completely dead corpse just mysteriously vanished into thin air?
"Tick-tock".
Just then, a drop of cold liquid fell onto his neck.
Jack instinctively reached out and touched it, then looked at it closely.
is blood.
Dark red, semi-congealed blood.
As if realizing something, he stiffly raised his head and looked at the ceiling.
The next second, he saw a scene he would never forget.
David, who should have been dead, was now hanging upside down from the ceiling like a giant spider, using both his hands and feet.
On that deathly pale face, a smile stretched from his lips to his ears, and he was silently laughing at Jack.
"ah--!"
Jack stood frozen for several seconds before he tried to scream in terror, but the sound had barely left his throat when David pounced down on him...
……
It took about two minutes.
Tom grumbled as he walked back to the dissection room:
"Jack, you idiot, there's not even a mouse outside... Jack?"
Tom entered the autopsy room and was immediately startled by the silence and darkness inside. Then he noticed that the hearse was overturned on the ground.
With even more doubts in his heart, he walked inside.
But after taking only a few steps, he suddenly stepped into a puddle of viscous liquid.
He looked down and saw that it was fresh blood.
Following the trail of blood, two figures were crouching in the shadow of the autopsy table.
"Jack?"
Tom tentatively called out.
The two figures in the shadows turned their heads at the same time.
Jack and David squatted side by side on the ground, their mouths stretched to their ears, revealing the same eerie smile.
Upon seeing this, Tom's eyes widened instantly, and he turned to run away.
"Bang!"
However, before he could reach the door, the metal door of the dissection room slammed shut by an invisible force.
……
Central control room.
The security captain, a fat man, slumped in the boss's chair, holding a half-eaten donut in his hand.
According to regulations, after a murder occurs, he must keep a close eye on all the screens to ensure that there are no abnormalities.
But now his eyelids feel as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
A faint black mist seeped in from the ventilation opening and lingered in the monitoring room.
The fat man's head bobbed up and down until it finally slammed onto the control panel with a loud "bang," followed by a deafening snoring.
On the dozens of monitor screens in front of him, the images from the No. 3 autopsy room were flashing wildly.
Meanwhile, inside the autopsy room, the tragedy had already ended.
David, Jack, and Tom. The three corpses swayed as they stood up.
They were covered in blood, and their movements were as stiff as rusty machines.
There was no communication, no reason.
The three corpses walked to the edge of the dried-up blood array and knelt down.
"Giggle...giggle..."
Strange friction sounds came from the throats of the three people at the same time, like the straining of an old bellows.
As the frequency of the sound increased, the dark red blood array on the ground began to emit a faint red light.
Those twisted lines drawn with blood actually began to writhe like living things.
The red light grew stronger and stronger, gradually illuminating the entire dissection room in a blood-red hue.
A vast, evil, and chaotic aura slowly rose from the center of the blood array.
At the same moment the red light was emitted, Lin Fan, far away in Raccoon City and inside the Sensing Test Base, suddenly felt as if something had stabbed his head.
He suddenly closed his eyes.
His mind immediately responded to that strange space.
The next moment, he saw a scene that surprised him greatly.
Among the group of tombstones, one tombstone was shaking violently, and the cracks on the tombstone were spreading at a visible speed. A strong sense of resonance was transmitted through the spiritual connection.
At the same time, the massive crow, whose spirit was connected to his, churned in his sea of consciousness.
"Lord Prisoner! Something's happened!"
The large bird conveyed a sense of impatience.
"That thing is making me feel so irritated!"
Not only are you annoyed, but I'm damn annoyed too!
How did things get so complicated that I ended up getting involved myself while trying to enjoy some gossip?
Lin Fan opened his eyes, his lips twitching slightly.
"Damn, I just wanted to see some fun. What the hell are these Americans up to??"
Seeing Lin Fan's unusual expression, Lin Jianguo immediately stood up: "What's wrong? Has something happened in the US?"
"I don't know."
Lin Fan stood up.
"It seems the US labs have actually produced a living father!"
Lin Jianguo was stunned: "What living father?"
"It might be something on par with the black mist inside the Holy See icon. Or rather, it might be the very essence of that thing."
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes.
"Old Lin, notify the Night Owl Squad to go on high alert."
Lin Jianguo's expression hardened: "How did this thing end up here?"
"It's hard to say."
Lin Fan was also somewhat uncertain, "However, since I can connect with those things, who can guarantee that they won't come looking for me?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Jianguo's expression immediately turned serious, and he hurriedly went to find Li Weisi and the others without hesitation.
Lin Fan closed his eyes again, and his mental energy, connected to the Great Crow, directly descended upon the eyeball in Paul VI's mind.
Nevada base, quarantine zone.
King Paul VI was sitting in the small room, resting with his eyes closed. Suddenly, he opened his eyes.
A glint of absolute rationality flashed in those cloudy eyes.
Lin Fan took over this body.
He stood up, opened the door, and looked at the quiet corridor; his expression turned serious…