Above the distant starry sky, the crimson full moon hung high, covering the earth with crimson, making the entire Lexington Public Hospital look particularly peaceful.
"Dr. Chris, a very strange surgeon. I came to the hospital last week and I haven't seen him yet." Hollington next to him looked at Chris who was gradually disappearing in the darkness and couldn't help but whisper.
It was obvious that he had only just met Dr. Chris.
"Perhaps they are newly transferred from other counties. In the past two or three years, the incidence of lung diseases among people in the Kingdom of Ghent has indeed been much higher than before."
"Yes, lung disease is always a feared disease. I heard that people infected with lung disease are in unbearable pain every night and want to commit suicide."
Hollington answered with a confused expression. He glanced sideways at the end of the corridor. At this time, Chris was completely submerged in the darkness and disappeared.
"As the kingdom grows, these diseases will always be resolved."
Besik sighed silently and said nothing more. He put his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker and prepared to walk towards the morgue.
"Wait for me, Officer Besik."
The black iron door swings slightly, and there is no sound inside, but you can vaguely feel some kind of airflow flowing from the inside to the outside, mixed with an unpleasant smell, like the bloody mouth of some hidden monster, waiting for humans to take the initiative to enter.
Hollington looked at the dark morgue, swallowed, hesitated for a few seconds and said:
"I think it's still necessary to go in together."
"Actually, it's better for you to stay at the door. If something happens inside, you can flee the scene immediately and ask for support."
"No...it's okay."
Hollington took out the revolver from the gun pocket under his arm and walked to Besik's side with a somewhat frivolous pace:
"If you encounter anything, I can help. At least a few bullets can be fired."
"All right."
Besik stopped, turned his head and looked at Hollington carefully for a few seconds, then turned around and stepped through the door, silently entering the morgue shrouded in black curtains.
In the ancient Quaternary Age, when the Kingdom of Ghent was founded, human beings' understanding of death was often full of sacred colors.
At the moment when breathing stops, the people around will cover the house where the deceased once lived with black crepe, surround it with flowers and candles, and the clock will be stopped. Until the burial, there will be a dedicated female autopsy worker to take care of the body. , clean it, put it on clothes, hire carriages and horses to carry it, and select a location for burial.
Since the advent of the steam age, the sacred color has been largely weakened. Many hospitals in the kingdom have begun to set up morgues to store unclaimed dead bodies, which are then burned collectively at specific times every week and finally buried in public underground cemeteries.
This burial ceremony of burning and retaining ashes is the result of ten years of missionary work by St. Honavitch Church.
The Lexington Hospital morgue is undoubtedly the largest morgue in Faslanca. In this place, you can see people who lost their lives due to various reasons.
Among them are thieves, prostitutes, poor people, homeless people... these are all unclaimed homeless people.
One step, two steps, three steps...
Besik walked to the center of the morgue. Before he could examine the environment, his hair suddenly stood on end.
It’s feedback from inspiration!
In the eyes of normal people, this may just be a terrifying morgue with extremely low temperature and where dead bodies are stored.
But in Besik's spiritual vision, the magnetic field here is extremely unstable, and there are at least half as many twisted and chaotic space nodes as there are outside.
What can cause this phenomenon is undoubtedly the spatial impact caused by the remnants of spiritual things.
At the same time, he suddenly heard weak cries and moans of dying struggle.
Besik was in a trance, and the crying disappeared in the next second.
The crimson moonlight sparsely penetrated the black cloth covering the windows, and scattered on the surface of the wall. Behind him, Hollington followed silently without speaking.
This... something is wrong, something appeared just now, and it escaped my spiritual vision.
From the initial card, the Dream Stealer path cleric will have the affinity to the spiritual world creatures. Not only can it prevent you from being attacked by the underworld in certain situations, but it can also effectively sense their existence. It is one of the powers of the Sleeping and Crimson God.
It's true that the morgue is haunted, and there are supernatural forces at work here.
He turned his head and looked at the rows of freezers again. In the deepest part shrouded in darkness, he saw pairs of blurry eyes crying on the mottled rusty freezers, like a mirage, ethereal but real.
Besik hurriedly ran forward a few steps and approached there. Suddenly, the scene he had just seen disappeared from his spiritual vision. The pair of eyes disappeared, leaving only the cold iron cabinet with a trace of white air.
It's so fast, it's not a standard ghost, nor is it a ghost with a strong desire to attack... What exactly is it?
He frowned and kept scanning the surroundings with his spiritual vision. Every time he could grasp the eyes and the crying voice, he would inexplicably lose the target the next second.
Damn it, I would have known that Frank, who was on the "Grave Digger" path, would also be on the list.
In his opinion, today's task would not be difficult if it were given to a clergy member of the "Gravedigger", "Gravekeeper" or "Spiritual Master" path.
The first two sequence paths are obviously more familiar with the field of spiritual world knowledge, while the latter is extremely sensitive to finding and sensing things, but requires additional protection from priests with strong attacks.
I am just a Sequence 2 "Nightmare" of the "Dream Stealer" path. Finding things is not my specialty at all. Dream Walker, destroying everywhere is the mainstream of this path.
Resisting the urge to destroy the morgue, Besik slowly looked around again, trying to find any trace of the ghost.
"Officer Besik."
Hollington hesitated and said, "Did you find anything?"
"If it was so easy to find out, I don't think you would report this case to the church." Besik said in a cliché and subconsciously glanced at Hollington behind him.
Just when he was about to look away, he suddenly found a twisted figure lying on Hollington's back with a torn dress, half-naked body, and blood stains and thick gray-white liquid dripping from the corners of his mouth.
The figure just lay on Hollington's back quietly, with the bloody corner of its mouth facing Hollington's ear, speaking loudly with a ferocious expression.
Phew... found you.
Fortunately, Hollington is not a priest and cannot turn on his spiritual vision at will. Otherwise, when he sees himself with a ghost lying on his face and on his back, he would be frightened to death or go crazy...
He exhaled, relieved his irritable mood, and then turned his gaze back to the twisted ghost.
