Chapter 97

A silent gesture to hendrickby.

Stay there for five seconds.

However.

The sound of footsteps not only did not weaken or leave with the passage of time, but came the sound of digging the ground.

A small piece of dirt fell on Cole's clothes.

Hendrick looked tense and said in a low voice, "what now?"

"Run."

"What?!"

Pushing him hard, Cole retreated to the city hall and reconstructed the ground to close the tunnel.

At the same time.

A pair of human slender arms, covered with soil and blood, suddenly stretched into the tunnel.

Hendrick cursed and ran towards the city hall.

Cole followed.

Gallop 300 meters in the tunnel at one breath.

Until the nightmarish footsteps and clicks go away and disappear in my ears.

"Shit..."

Hendrick held his knee, panting like a cow, twisted his expression into a mask of pain, spit on the ground and said, "I must be crazy to come to this damn place with you!

Do you know what we look like?

He's a rat! "

Cole reconstructed a periscope above the tunnel, determined that there was no threat around, and took them out of the ground.

The interior of the municipal building is very dilapidated and empty.

Weathered dust filled the air.

In the dark light, silence is like death.

Move forward carefully.

Hendrick whispered, "cole, how did you know Carl was locked up in the city building?"

"Intuition."

He knew this was not the time to talk and was silent all the way.

Go upstairs along the stairs and explore layer by layer while avoiding the night spirit line of sight hanging on the outer wall.

The municipal building has eight floors.

The internal structure is complex.

It's not easy to find two people in it.

About an hour and a half later.

In the stairwell leading to the eighth floor.

The two have not yet arrived.

But suddenly I heard a faint sound from my arms.

Look at each other.

Cole motioned to Hendrick to wait here and keep quiet.

Reconstruct the walls of the stairwell.

A periscope hidden in the wall extends slowly to the source of the sound.

Through the mirror.

Cole saw the top floor.

Compared to the floor.

It's more like an independent space.

The smelly blood that never condenses is like rotten mud.

Hundreds of human beings, like pigs, were hung in the air by ropes and passed out.

The skeleton goat men put hooks and locks around their necks, and dug out their tongues and throats with sickles.

Then he grabbed his hair and dragged it to the flesh and blood workbench in the middle.

The skeleton goat man dressed as a butcher, wearing a dirty apron stained with blood, holding a sharp knife and hacksaw, surrounded him.

In a vague wail drowned in blood.

One living person after another was disassembled by them and put together into ugly and strange night spirits.

Then another group of skeletal goat people dragged them into the center of the evil ceremony and gave them false life.

Carl and Hugo are among them.

As a living man who was recently arrested.

They are the only lucky ones who stay awake and don't faint... Or unlucky ones.

Witnessed the bloody production process of night spirit again and again.

Bloody visual impact, let their reason to the verge of collapse.

Let them struggle and scream in horror.

The evil forces in the mirror world, like the deep sea of blood and death, drown their voices.

Hendrick glanced over his eyepiece.

It was a terrible sight like hell, which made him shake gently.

He quickly took his eyes away from the top, and the vice captain of the executive group frowned.

Holding colt m1900 tightly, he gritted his teeth and said, "are we really going to save them?"

Cole took out a cigarette, looked down and lit it.

"Carl is the key to solving the Newcastle case."

Put the lighter back in his pocket and pulled out the long knife. It seemed that he didn't care about his opinion at all and walked upstairs alone.

Hendrick looked up at Cole's back.

Holding a long knife, the black coat swings.

A wisp of cigarette smoke floated in the air.

Like a solitary Walker in hell, he not only has no fear of evil and darkness, but even his cold performance makes him look like the real butcher.

Crazy

This bastard must be crazy!

Until Cole's back disappeared in his sight, Hendrick clenched his teeth, after an extremely fierce psychological struggle.

"Shit..."

Step on the steps leading to the top floor.

A hero for a second and a coward for a lifetime.

He chose the former.

In the stairwell, Cole stopped, turned around, took the cigarette in his hand and said down, "I thought you were afraid."

Hendrick walked up to him swearing.

Fierce eyes.

"Now I know why you can survive the witch incident twice, because you are a complete madman!!

That place is hell! Are you really not afraid? "

After smoking the last cigarette, satisfy the addiction and throw away the butt.

Activate the blood flame secret, Cole smiled at him and said, "have you ever seen real hell?"

The voice fell.

Step into the door wrapped in sticky plasma.

Hendrick froze.

Have you seen it?

Chase in with a gun.

When he set foot in this space saturated with blood that never condenses.

Call it night spirit production room or human slaughterhouse.

A dizzy stench came to my nose.

Thick plasma flooded the lower leg.

The skeleton goat people in black robes stopped their "work" one after another and threw their death gaze.

Cole threw the dagger at him and said, "put Carl and Hugo down."

Hendrick's clothes were completely soaked in cold sweat and shouted, "where are the others?"

His questions were not answered.

This is the world in the mirror.

A land saturated with strange evil.

With the strength of the two of them, it is impossible to save all the hundreds of people hanging in the air.

Even if they cut the rope and didn't wait to leave the building, they would be caught back by the night spirit and the sheep headed man wandering outside.

Carl and Hugo see the two people who suddenly appear in the slaughterhouse.

Crazy yelling at them.

But the sound of a word can't pass out.

Hendrick's adrenaline soared when he saw the night spirit and the skeleton sheep head man around!

Curse your mother to embolden yourself.

Cut the rope from Carl and Hugo and yelled, "cole!"

Alone in front of the evil things in the mirror world, Cole didn't look back and said indifferently, "take them outside and wait for me."

"You...!"

Carl and Hugo made meaningless sobs, so anxious that they danced, but they couldn't say a word.

The situation is critical.

Hendrick doesn't care so much.

Grabbed their arms and ran out.

Carl turned back and stared at Cole standing still. He seemed to want to say something, but Hendrick pulled him out.

Facing the slow moving skeleton goat man.

Cole raised his right hand, and the plasma reconstituted a huge spear to nail the newly born night spirit.

"Now, it's just us, little goat."