The figures in white are like well-trained slaughterhouse workers. They skillfully disembowel the corpse and collect blood of various colors.
Immediately afterwards, Professor Gaoche, who felt at a loss what to do, had his eyesight blurred. He was out of control and moved closer to the altar, and he could see more details clearly.
Those figures in white are people.
Moreover, they are acquaintances!
The employees of the lunatic asylum who received them all had cold eyes and no hypocritical smiles on their faces at this moment, and they all turned into cruel and cold-blooded slaughtering machines.
The objects of slaughter are corpses with strange shapes and hideous appearances. In their hands, these things are like lowly animals.
The blood... gathered in streams.
Someone took out a furry paintbrush, stained it with strange blood, and painted on his face, like an ancient ritual performed by a member of a primitive race after completing a hunt.
Under strong stimulation, Professor Gaoche kept telling himself that everything was a dream. He closed his eyes and covered his ears to avoid witnessing this scene that could be called purgatory.
Unfortunately, I still can't help but have such scenes pop up in my mind.
It is difficult for a doctor to heal himself.
As a top expert in psychiatry, he could not explain why he would dream of such a scene. There was no warning at all and he had never been exposed to related elements before!
In the same way, if you can’t find the cause, how can you know how to treat it?
With a worried heart, Professor Gao Che closed his eyes and prayed, asking for the blessings of the great Holy Light Werewolf. After all, the strange dreams only appeared after entering the lunatic asylum, which was built on top of a church.
I hope this powerful man can vent his anger and drive away the monsters that occupy this place!
However, after a long time, the professor still was not relieved. Weird and horrifying singing sounded in his ears, penetrating the eardrums and hitting his soul.
At the same time, he felt a chill on his back. The butchers in white were peeling off his clothes.
Is he going to kill someone?
Based on the fear derived from this, the professor opened his eyes, and the colleagues he had just met were still expressionless and chanted.
A numb and itchy feeling came from behind.
I saw this group of people singing loudly while scribbling on it with blood-stained pens, drawing a large number of strange patterns.
Although he couldn't see the specific content, Gao Che was sure that it was not a good thing.
Because... most of the blood gathered under the feet, forming strange tadpole-like runes. Together they formed an incredible and increasingly terrifying pattern.
Is this being used as a sacrifice?
The professor felt bitter.
During the chanting, his back continued to heat up, and suddenly, he thought of the strange dance that the doctor led the nursing staff to do during the report.
Afterwards, Gao Che tried to follow these weird syllables, swinging his limbs randomly, slowly finding the rhythm, and a certain idea in his heart became clearer and clearer:
Maybe it can alleviate the discomfort and pain.
On the altar, all the living beings who could stand chanted loudly. The professor was restrained in the center, his expression alternated between fear and excitement.
"Although I couldn't understand the specific meaning, I was shocked."
In the distance, Lu Li whispered.
Apparently, he heard the confused lamb anxiously waiting for rescue.
He looked up.
Human figures, corpses, and blood formed a magnificent and precise formation.
When the professor let go of his reserve and reason little by little, and performed increasingly distorted dance movements, Dr. Bryan and the nurses in this fantasy world sang even harder.
At this time, the holy light spread in all directions with Lu Li as the center, just like clearing the area.
Anyone with common sense can see that if we continue to let things go like this, Gaoche will be completely irreversible...
the other side.
Vincent, who is also a well-known professor in the field of psychiatry, is not much safer than Gao Che, even though the dreams of the two are different.
From the first sight, the scenery is cold and desolate, with only a handful of weeds. The tree trunks are dark and dead, like the fangs of poisonous snakes. Every time you accidentally touch it, you will break into a cold sweat, as if you are being firmly bitten.
When he passed through a group of abandoned houses and trees, Professor Vincent saw a tall ancient tower, and in front of him was a huge square.
The boulders and oil paints not only look eerie, but there are also traces of rituals—
Under the dim starlight, they emit a dark red light and are covered with rotten knots, like poisonous snakes coiled around them.
Just as he was thinking about it, Vincent's vision suddenly became blurry, and he quickly moved to a high platform in the square, where he saw countless python patterns.
These creatures twisted and stirred, and their dull pupils suddenly turned blood red, revealing greed and cunning in an anthropomorphic way.
A ridiculous dream with no logic!
He had never seen these elements before.
The snake pattern is becoming more and more vivid... The professor feels that his life force is being overdrawn...
At the critical moment, the holy light exploded outside the altar.
Cloverfield Asylum.
In the quiet new employee dormitory, two doors slowly appeared. They were dim and emitted a cold light from the inside, close to nothingness.
The next moment, endless light covered up these things, making the scene extremely holy and vast.
Until the end, four figures walked out of it. The two professors Gao Che and Vincent looked like withered skeletons. They were almost sucked away by some unknown creature, but they had to be supported by someone.
They are two people who look alike.
To be more precise, the two figures were actually Lu Li. After throwing the target on the bed, they all turned into points of light and rushed to the next room to reintegrate with the main body.
"Fortunately, I came back in time, otherwise, these guys would have taken the lead."
While murmuring, Lu Li stood up and headed to his new colleague's dormitory.
Professor Vincent discovered that his senses were gradually recovering, and his body was gradually returning to the control of his brain, no longer like a numb doll.
However, the sense of crisis in the aftermath of the disaster still continued to send out early warnings. It seemed that the only way to be safe was to completely escape from this ghost place.
It's a pity...the lunatic asylum is a place of curse. The moment the thought came up, an even stronger and indescribable sense of crisis came over me, making my hair stand on end and even more frightening than before.
"It turns out it's not a dream."
On the side, Professor Gao Che gasped for breath, but he did not feel lucky in his heart, because there was a trace of blood on his back, which vaguely revealed an uneasy emotion, as if he had self-awareness.
"Congratulations to both of you, you are temporarily free from the evil god."
Lu Li entered the room with a cane.
Since he is an old man from Novice Village, he must shoulder the responsibility, and he has this awareness.
Looking at their colleagues who were nagging at each other but actually saved them, the two professors reluctantly calmed down and got up from the bed where they had just been lying for a while.
There was no way, the hospital where I joined was too weird. I was just overtired and planned to lie down and rest for a while. However, I unexpectedly appeared in another world and was tortured.
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(End of chapter)
