C72 Broken Arm

Could it be something unclean?

I asked in my mind. I had already made some preparations, so it definitely wasn't anything good.

There was dirt everywhere in this crappy place.

"Hah."

I shouted. I wanted to grab the other party's neck while he wasn't paying attention and use the imprint on his arm.

I don't care what you are, suppress them all.

But the moment I turned around, I saw a horrifying sight.

My hands that were grabbing at him missed and my center of gravity became unstable, causing me to almost fall to the ground. I staggered for a long time before I managed to stabilize my body.

In front of me, there is only a greyish-yellow arm that was cut off in mid-air. There isn't a human body, so naturally, there isn't a throat for me to lock onto …

Traces of blood seeped out from where his arm had been broken, and one could even see the bones and flesh within.

Just what was this thing?

Was this the thing that grabbed my shoulder?

"Who is it? Come out here and put on a show."

I gritted my teeth and looked around me as if I were facing a great enemy.

The hand was broken, but it could still move on its own. My scalp felt numb.

"Zzzzzzz."

And it's not over yet. The moment I said that, the 14-inch black and white TV program flashed and turned into a snowflake without a signal.

What was even more horrifying was that there were terrifying screams coming from the television.

"Ah …" "Ahhh!"

It was heart-wrenching, and even when it was just in his ears, he felt uncomfortable all over.

"Dammit, this damn thing."

I walked back, trying to get away from the weird arm.

The atmosphere suddenly became strange. I actually met the gaze of a broken arm.

The creature seemed to have its own consciousness. Its gray-yellow skin turned black and green, and then the eyes of a person appeared.

An eyeball appeared on the skin of his arm and was spinning around, as if embedded in it.

Strange and terrifying.

Gradually, the eyeballs embedded in his hands seemed to be about to burst out of their sockets as they emitted a loud sound. Red colored blood was scattered all over the place, and it seemed as if they were about to burst out of his body.

I felt sick and wished I could stay away from this damn thing.

"Roar!"

That ghost hand opened up its bloody mouth which was filled with sharp fangs. It roared at me just like that.

However, this fellow is very fearful of the imprint on my arm, so he didn't dare charge over.

Just stood there with me.

Hey hey hey, Su Yue, what are you doing? Cleaning up is so slow, hurry up, go faster.

At this moment, Professor Yang's voice came from the second floor.

Following Professor Yang's voice, without waiting for me to make a move, that arm suddenly curled up before landing on the ground with a "click".

The strange eyes and mouth on his arm also disappeared.

It was as if nothing had happened. Even the 14-inch black and white TV was back to normal.

How strange.

"This thing?"

I went up and picked up the arm, only to discover that it was actually a silicone medical mold. It was slippery to the touch and felt very soft to the touch.

However, this thing was previously filled with Ghost Eyes. I will never forget its heart-palpitating look.

There was definitely a problem, and it was a big problem.

"Oh, isn't this my mold? I'm sorry, but do you think this is real? Haha, this is made out of silicone. It's medical, so all the prostheses are made out of silicone. It's because they simulate a human body."

Professor Yang came down from the second floor. When he saw the severed arm on me, he was stunned for a moment before changing into this smile and laughing heartily.

This expression seems to be hiding something. Even though he hid it extremely well, I still found out about it.

I've studied psychology before. When a person lies, their expression changes slightly. Maybe the person involved didn't notice this change.

At this moment, I can see the subtle changes in Professor Yang, this guy must be lying.

"Oh, it was windy and raining just now. I couldn't see the road because of the short circuit. That's why I was a bit slower in cleaning."

I didn't say anything and just handed the severed arm to Professor Yang.

"Oh, oh, I know. That storm was pretty strong just now. How about this? You go upstairs and organize the documents with them. Several large cabinets are full of moldy documents."

Professor Yang took the severed arm and carefully hid it, as if he was afraid that I would see it.

This old thing was quite cautious.

Although I don't know what Professor Yang is hiding, I can only follow up on one path.

"Bada."

The dim yellow candle light lit up. Professor Yang lit a candle and urged me to the second floor.

When I turned my head to look at him, this old fellow was holding onto that severed arm as he carefully entered the deep tunnel.

The exit of the passageway was the storage room.

Professor Yang actually went to the storage room, just what was inside.

With his eyes full of broken hands and the mysterious Professor Yang, everything became even more complicated and confusing.

On the second floor, Lin Zhuang and Yun Tong didn't have much of a reaction when they saw me walk over. They still kept their heads down as they organized the documents.

"What? Did you not find Liu Haoran? That guy must have run away. Tell him about it later. He escaped from work."

Lin Zhuang pushed his glasses. This straight-A student always hated those kind of scum.

"Well, maybe."

I said perfunctorily, but my mind was no longer here. I was still thinking about the missing link between my severed arm and Liu Haoran.

Somehow I felt that there must be a connection between the two.

But I can't tell you where it is. It's a headache.

"Alright, the three of you clean up here. I'll continue my experiment. Don't disturb me when there's nothing else to do."

Professor Yang walked up coldly, then entered the laboratory without even looking at the three of us.

The old man had a strange temper, and there was something threatening in his eyes as he left, I could see.

There must be a big secret in the storeroom. He was afraid I'd find out.

But the more he hides, the more interested I am.

"Su Yue, what is your specialty?"

"Have you had enough credits?"

"What are you planning to do after graduation?"

Lin Zhuang asked this question in succession like a cannonball. Even I was speechless.

A bookworm was a bookworm, after all, he had never left school after opening his mouth three times. It was really uncomfortable.

I also don't like to get along with this kind of people. Although he is quite liked by the teacher, but I usually study only in the middle of the class, so I guarantee that I won't fail anything.

"Uh, let's deal with the stuff first. There are so many documents, it's not easy to organize them. Professor Yang will probably scold us later."

After I said this, I crouched down and began to tidy up. Seeing me like this, Lin Zhuang didn't say anything else.

Professor Yang's archive was too messy. Even the table with the documents was silent for who knew how many years, covered with a thick layer of dust.

"Su Yue, you …"

At this time, Yun Tong bit her lips, as if she wanted to say something.