"That night, the reason why you felt sleepy was because I had been using ether to affect your judgment. After you really fell asleep, I increased the dose and drained all the bullets in your pistol. Take it out.”
Jiang Wan frowned: "But I have a good load! There should be at least one inside..."
But before Jiang Wan could finish her words, Chen Qing shook her head and interrupted her: "Just push the holster forward. I learned it in Hawaii when I was a child, don't ask about it. If you ask me again, I learned it from a primary school student.
After you fell asleep completely, I went to the second room and took out the scopolamine used for control. I used this drug in two places.
The first one is the 'Chen Qing' you saw. The second one is the victim sleeping on top of you.
After talking to the victim, I sneaked into the fourth room and used scopolamine to subdue one of the researchers.
To be honest, he almost died, although I guess... he wouldn't really die. "
"Why." Jiang Wan was puzzled.
"Remember that sentence? The dead should die like the living. Those who long to live will eventually turn into blood." He pointed to the tree behind him.
"Here, as long as you meet the definition of 'dead,' you cannot die completely.
Heartbeat, brain waves, and even movements, there are many definitions of the dead. As long as you can satisfy it, you will not really die. "
Jiang Wan asked again: "What about the second sentence?"
He smiled, but shook his head and did not answer: "After I subdued the researcher, I brought my non-relics to his face.
Over the course of one night, his thinking and logic moved closer to mine to a great extent. Although there are still many differences, it is enough for a temporary partner like you. "
"Then what? Then what did you do!"
"Don't worry." Chen Qing shook his head and replied: "I didn't kill those people.
After I injected the prisoner with scopolamine, I learned the specific contents of this back room from him.
It was also with the help of the information he knew that I was not exposed after I sneaked into their research site.
According to his answer, this hospital should have been open for sixty or seventy years. At the very beginning, there was no back room found here, and no such things were planned...
But more than twenty years ago... someone seemed to have taken over this place, and that group of people guided the hospital's senior officials to set up this base and sell limbs and other organs for profit.
To be honest, the oil and water in this hospital is much scarier than you think.
After infiltrating, I stole the results of their experiments and set them on fire.
At the same time, he used the materials in the hospital to make a simple nitrate bomb and cracked the tunnel open. "
"Where are those people?! Those victims!"
Chen Qing frowned and seemed a little strange: "I don't know... that night, when I went to the third room, everything was normal there.
Maybe there are others who are worried about leaking information but don't want to show their faces to solve the problem. "
Jiang Wan sighed and asked Chen Qing, "Where are the remaining bullets?"
"No, how could there be any left? Take out the gunpowder and blast the iron door."
She was stunned for a while, then asked Chen Qing: "Then... how should we leave here? You said that the way to leave here may be in the fourth room, have you found it?"
Chen Qing smiled and shook his head, but then pointed at himself: "Are you kidding me? I've already given truth serum to the staff here. How could I not ask this question?"
He took Jiang Wan's hand and came to the front of the stairs.
He looked up at the shadowy environment, facing the giant tree.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Wan frowned in confusion, but let Chen Qing pull him all the way up.
After reaching the twenty-third step and reaching a wall, the two turned around and saw a resting platform that had never appeared before.
When I turned around again, the way I came was already in front of me.
"It's really... very simple..." She was silent for a moment, but she didn't understand: "But how the first person discovered it, there is no clue."
Chen Qing hesitated for a moment, but did not answer for her.
After leaving, Chen Qing looked at the woman in front of him and said to her with some hesitation: "I hope you will not report today's matter to your superiors."
"Um."
But to Chen Qing's expectation, Jiang Wan nodded and agreed decisively.
"You agreed?"
"Isn't that why you told me your trump card?" She sighed, with a complicated look on her face.
"That 'non-relic' of yours. Don't you just want to tell me that my superior may not be trustworthy?"
Chen Qing shook his head: "Not maybe, but almost, definitely."
He sighed. In fact, Jiang Wan also knew why.
How could there be so few prominent figures in those organizations? How could problems caused by disappearances not occur frequently throughout the city?
But nothing has changed...everything is as it was before those people disappeared.
That's suspicious enough.
"I'm leaving... today's matter... I will keep it a secret for you." She hesitated: "At the same time, if similar problems arise... I will contact you. I don't know what your reasons are. , but I think you might stand with me."
Chen Qing nodded and watched her leave.
But is it really that simple?
He looked at Chen Qing's back and breathed a deep sigh of relief.
Could it be that the deaths of more than a hundred people mentioned by the officiant had nothing to do with him?
No, this is clearly not the case.
What he hid from Jiang Wan happened to be the key to this operation.
After the shrine in the back room is found, you need to offer sacrifices to get rewards.
But he did not know where the shrine was at the time, and it was hidden from the records.
So he had to get this organization moving and let them start making sacrifices to the shrine again.
Those more than 100 people are the most critical abandoned son.
Those who long to live will eventually turn into blood.
This is the second of those three sentences, and is related to the content of the sacrifice.
If one sacrifice is successful, it will die and turn into blood, two will survive for a certain period of time, and three should be alive as a matter of course.
No, obviously not. In fact, during the experiment of this organization, all the people who prayed for Sanjo died without exception, and they all died on the spot.
Because "they" - desire to live.
Because they are not dead.
In order to identify the deceased, Chen Qing led the more than a hundred people into the main back room. After each person died, he took out part of the organs and a little bit of internal organs.
Until the end, through the regeneration mechanism in Room 1, it evolved into an "unknown person" entity.
After the entity was born, Chen Qing killed it, and by burning and dissolving it, he obtained a bottle of corpse oil, a leg bone, and an eyeball fragment.
These three things are the preparations needed to complete the sacrifice.
At the same time, because of the mysterious disappearance of more than a hundred people, members within the organization began to become restless. Most people with serious illnesses could not wait, and they were unwilling to continue waiting, so they put pressure on the officiant.
The officiating priest was also restricted by the members. As a last resort, he could only temporarily remove some of the lower-level personnel from the organization's logo and use them as sacrifices.
This was also the reason why he did not dare to kill "Chen Qing".
Killing this person, if he is really a member of the organization, how can others continue to stay quietly.
Therefore, he appeared after finding the true form of the shrine.
"I didn't kill Bole, but Bole died because of me."
He shook his head, looked at the back room behind him, and walked toward home.
…
After returning to the rental house, Chen Qing began to study the things he obtained in the back room.
He slumped on the bed, with the hot dog toss leftover from a week ago still sitting on the table in front of him.
The long-term fatigue made him a little tired, and this tiredness came from the deepest part of his mind.
He watched as the world in front of him became blurry, and the flat desktops began to become bumpy.
He saw his limbs turning into waves and his arms stretching out the window.
Immediately afterwards, he saw the world glowing with new colors. The brilliant light ignored the proper matching of colors. The moonlight was like a rainbow, making the whole world blurry and chaotic.
He listened to countless complicated whispers in his ears. Those voices muttered like thousands of people talking.
But they complained, but Chen Qing couldn't hear a word. None of those words could be understood by Chen Qing.
He listened to the quiet noise, but could not hear the outside world.
The air conditioner motor, bowls and chopsticks collided, and Chen Qing whispered something, but the sound in his throat was completely blocked.
After lasting for about half a minute, Chen Qing closed his eyes. After he suppressed all the thoughts in his mind and allowed his consciousness to stabilize, he opened his eyes again, and the world returned to its original appearance.
"It seems...when I am too tired, I will have obvious hallucinations."
Chen Qing murmured in a low voice and looked at his hands.
"I just don't know... what the negative impact of this quick reply is."
He took out the knife from the kitchen, and after the tip of the knife scratched the skin, the granulation began to repair the wound in an instant.
Repeat once, repeat ten times, repeat ninety-seven times.
As he kept trying, Chen Qing's body began to get weaker and weaker. He leaned against the wall and took out a bag of rock candy from the refrigerator. He swallowed it all without even chewing it.
"It seems...the recovery from the wound is related to physical strength."
He shook his head, but the feeling of weakness had not faded away, and the scene in front of him shocked him.
He watched as granulations began to grow outward on his arms. They were like snail's eyes, constantly stretching and squirming on the body surface. The granulations climbed around, firmly grasping the surrounding environment.
They are like locust trees with aerial roots that wrap around everything they go.
Chen Qing's expression changed, and he immediately raised the knife in his hand.
But the knife was hanging in mid-air, and his expression changed again.
"Maybe...without cutting it off?"
He calmed down, recalled the colorful world he had seen before, recalled the process of suppressing the irritating voice in his mind, and reproduced it.
He watched the flesh buds on the back of his hand shrink little by little, and the long vines die little by little. In just three to five minutes, his body returned to its original state.
"I'm injured too much...will my body collapse if my will is unstable?"
He sighed, but he didn't know what the negative impact of the third prayer was.
