Mysterious Life Simulator

Chapter 23 The Secret Door
One painted skin after another was cut and torn into pieces by a short knife, but George clearly saw the resultant expressions on the faces of these children when they died completely.

Maybe there really is a soul in the world.

After they died, their souls were housed in their skins by strange things, and they felt the repeated pain of tearing out their flesh and bones every moment.

George brandished the dagger, his arms trembling slightly.

He saw that the artillery fire in the west was more intense, and it seemed that they wanted to completely annihilate the believers in extremis from the material foundation.

But they won't succeed.

George knew that the military couldn't kill that alien.

It's... too strong.

And he always felt that there seemed to be something evil hidden behind the appearance of this alien species, and it was precisely because of the existence of this thing that the believers in desperate situation existed.

Every painted skin was once a child.

George could endure hundreds of dead bodies in stagnant water, and the molten husks of Extremis believers in their flesh.

But after all, it is difficult to accept that these evil things extend their claws to children.

Every time a painted skin is torn, dozens or even hundreds of Trickster Sons will be killed, so more and more depressed emotions are transmitted from the death of Trickster Sons to George's thoughts.

These emotions affect him, making him a little reluctant to continue.

He always felt that once he killed all the painted skins, he might touch a reality that he didn't want to accept.

It seemed that some human emotions and consciousness were retained, and the remaining painted skin began to flee backwards.

They panicked at the man in front of them who was considered a murderous maniac.

George stretched out his feet and crushed the last few deceitful sons to death, looked up at Huapi who was not moving fast and fled in a hurry.

He raised his dagger.

Freeze.

After a while, he put down the dagger again.

The hood of the raincoat fell, and George covered himself completely, and then leaning against the shadow of the wall, he began to follow the remaining dozen or so painted skins.

These weird little things still retain some of the characteristics of human children.

Like language.

For example, emotions that are no longer obvious.

Now they feel scared and run away, and they will most likely run towards the house crying like a little boy who lost a fight with other children outside.

ran towards home...

Home.

Where will Huapi's home be?

George's muscles tensed.

His body possesses explosive power, but countless deceitful sons are affecting his thoughts in a strange and incomprehensible way.

Some vague, meaningless memories had begun to pop up in his mind.

These memories passed away in a flash, as if buried in the depths of time, and seemed to be separated from George by an abyss.

The corners of his eyes were drooping. In fact, his senses were completely released. He was observing his surroundings vigilantly, and followed closely behind the painted skins who were always floating at the height of two floors.

Their empty skins swayed in the wind, and their limbs waved, as if they were struggling in pain.

These children probably experienced extreme pain before they died...

The painted skins went around and walked around the whole community for about three or four times, as if they were looking for the place where they came out.

Finally, they come to a stop in the middle.

The wind poured into them along the cracks, making them look bulging.

The next scene made George's hair stand on end.

Those corpses who couldn't die any more, suddenly sat up amidst the chaotic ravings from the Son of Deceit.

These corpses looked straight ahead in confusion.

Then, all of a sudden.

All eyes are on George!
"Grass!"

"Scare me!"

George's heart seemed to stop beating suddenly.

He cursed under his breath, using this method to distract himself from his panic.

It's the outpatient clinic.

Hogarth Clinic.

The Painted Skins opened the curtain one by one and entered the outpatient clinic.

George stood still for about a minute. He didn't follow until dozens of corpses fell heavily into the stagnant water again.

The first floor is fairly clean.

Dozens of corpses placed by him not long ago were still covered by Baibu and stopped between one hospital bed after another.

The sheets of the hospital beds seemed to have been used for a long time, and they were stained with stains, and some of them still had dried and blackened blood stains on them.

The spent vials gave off a foul smell of medicine.

There was no sound in the building.

Quiet.

Don't know if it's dangerous.

George checked the second and third floors in turn.

Basically all of them are outpatient clinics, hospital beds, or some testing rooms, and there is even a B-ultrasound room.

But I don't know why, these wards or outpatient clinics seem to be too clean, and there is a thick layer of dust on many instruments.

He sat down at the front desk on the third floor.

His temples throbbed.

Hua Pi entered the clinic.

Then disappeared.

There are definitely secrets in this clinic.

This secret is related to believers in desperate situation.

"Those painted skins appeared in a clinic..."

"Where was this place before the hopeless believers appeared?"

Lightning streaked across the sky, light fell into the ward, and the wind blew the white curtains as if someone was dancing behind them.

I shivered involuntarily.

Rusting sounds came from all directions.

The sound seemed to come from within the walls.

George smashed a heavy object through a wall.

There is nothing inside.

Then, under his eyelids, those shadows that originally moved with the real objects seemed to turn into black maggots, slowly wriggling.

"shadow?"

"what is this?"

George dodged the shadowed area, stood where the thunder and lightning could illuminate, and scanned the entire third floor.

empty.

The shadow covering a huge area was wriggling and approaching him like a giant beast that chooses to devour people.

Carefully avoiding the shadow, he fled all the way downstairs, and the sound of rodents moving inside the wall accompanied him all the way down.

The corridors and corridors are covered with oil paintings.

These oil paintings depict smiling boys and girls one after another, and the year is marked in the lower right corner, which should be the time when the painting was made.

George trotted along.

The figure in the painting seems to be smiling.

It seemed to be staring at him.

George felt that something was wrong with the paintings, but he didn't know what was wrong.

Finally returned to the hall on the first floor.

"There is no interlayer between floors and walls, so the painted skin will not be on top."

"If it's not above, then it must be below."

George gripped the dagger tightly.

He began to carefully search the entire first floor, and gradually checked all the beds and corners, trying to find a passage leading to an underground secret room.

Soon, he actually succeeded.

Just behind the medicine cabinet at the front desk, there is a rusty secret door. The iron lock on the secret door has been destroyed, and the black dry liquid has covered the entire plane.

is blood.

If nothing else, those painted skins should have entered here.

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