American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

A total of ten sacred grenade belts were hung casually on the body, the revolver was holstered, and the rocket launcher was hung on the shoulder.

This series of weapons and equipment is completed in this way.

After completing this step, Yorks moved his body, and then started to step up the steps to the next level without feeling that it would affect his movements.

"Liberation, what does liberation mean?"

Walking to the middle platform of the stairs, Yorks looked at the bottom floor and continued walking.

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, one step after another.

When his feet touched the ground on the first floor, Yorks began to understand the true requirements of the task.

"What a heavy resentment, even heavier than that of evil spirits."

Yorks waved his hand, in his crimson eyes that had been spread by magic.

The autopsy department on the underground floor has been changed by some unknown force and extremely strong resentment to change the nature of reality.

It is precisely because of this that ordinary people will be affected, and their five senses will begin to change to the point where they will have hallucinations, hallucinations that are deliberately controlled by someone.

"So in a sense, you are not dead."

Recalling the nameless female corpse in the photo, Yorks began to make hypothetical reasoning and spoke into the void.

"I assume you are alive, because the mission requires relief, and coupled with the overwhelming resentment, you should be a victim of some kind of incident.

What is the truth, I hope you can express it yourself or show it..."

Although he thought so for the time being and determined a direction, York was still in a confused state. He had no information and no identity of the female corpse. It was all based on imagination.

"You are getting more and more resentful..."

Yorks didn't care whether anyone was listening or not and continued to speak.

"But my mental attributes are very high, and coupled with the magic eyes, your illusions are useless to me because you are too weak."

Looking at the blood-stained straight walkway with corpses still in front of him, Yorks began to move forward.

The autopsy department on the underground floor is even more chilling than the one above.

The reason lies in the resentment spreading everywhere. It is as invisible as the air, but it has the same passive effects and buffs in the game. It has its own abilities and has an invisible impact on people.

Even if there is no resentment, the atmosphere itself is equivalent to that of a hospital. Coupled with the morgue and the autopsy department with autopsy and autopsy functions, it has a terrifying effect in the eyes of ordinary people.

Yorkes glanced at the police officer lying on the floor and the forensic corpse in the room next to him, and continued walking forward.

"These people were still there last night. Needless to say, the effect is even worse. The hospital and the place that smells of disinfectant are still the scariest places in ghost movies..."

There were closed doors on both sides, and the only sound in the silent corridor was his footsteps.

Finally, there was a sudden sound of a bell ringing.

clang! clang! clang!

When an intersection appeared in front of him, Yorks kept walking with no expression on his face.

He knew what the sound of bells meant in this place.

Only the dead wear a bell on their feet.

Because when a person is not sure whether he is dead or alive, a bell is tied to his foot.

The purpose is that once the bell rings, the forensic doctor or whoever is responsible for the person will know that the person is still alive...

clang! clang! clang!

The bell was still ringing, but Yorks didn't feel any emotion in his heart. He just thought of the dead people in the photos at the scene. The expressions on their faces included confusion, confusion, but mostly fear.

"This terrifying effect is 100% complete."

Staring at the approaching intersection, Yorks was able to determine that the direction of the sound was coming from the aisle on the right, which was exactly the direction he was going.

What was very contradictory was that the sound of the bell appeared, but the real-time stereoscopic image in his mind did not receive feedback information, and the location where the sound source appeared was empty.

"Even if I don't do anything, this thing alone can keep me in front of you."

Listening to the bell that was getting closer and closer, Yorkshire smiled and strode to the intersection.

Turning to the right, a fire ax appears in front of you riding on the strong wind.

At this critical moment, Yorks still had some spare time to look at the protagonist with the bell in front of him.

It was indeed what he thought. The protagonist of the bell must be a dead person who has restrained himself.

Instead of facial features, there were large blood holes on his face, as if he had been hit head-on by a shotgun. The organs inside and the cold-solidified brain tissue were lifelike.

Most people can't bear this kind of oncoming excitement and horror, but York's eyes can continue to move downwards.

The clothes he wears are similar to the patient clothes in the hospital, which are the clothes that are sent to the operating room.

A number plate is also ordered on it.

"No. 31..."

As Yorks murmured, his mental power exploded, and an invisible mental protection blocked the fire ax that had hit his clothes by a hair.

Knowing it was an illusion, Yorks didn't want to try what it felt like to be hit by a fire ax, regardless of whether it was effective or not.

"Disperse!"

Staring at the stiff dead man, Yorks used twenty points of magic power in one go.

At this point where the effect is doubled, twenty points of magic power can be considered worthy of the nameless female corpse, even if it is a trivial matter.

Kaka!

There was no wind, and an invisible ripple spread out in all directions with York as the center.

The dead people in front of him were like the remaining embers of a burning fire blown away by the storm, blown away bit by bit until they disappeared.

The walls of the surrounding walkways also began to crack.

With a final snap, Yorks continued to move forward.

At this time, the distance to the deep anatomy room is getting closer and closer.

From the map, the only intersection left is the dissecting room at the end of the left road.

Along the way, Yorkist saw an even crueler truth.

Most of the dead died on this walkway.

Bloody water is sprayed everywhere like free tomatoes.

The twisted forensic doctor, the hanging staff, the rat in a corner, the police officer who committed suicide with a gun,

The almost solidified blood remaining on the wall is still slowly sliding down...

"It's hard to say. If it was the result of your will, I'm afraid you don't deserve the word liberation. If it is true, I would prefer humane destruction, even if the mission fails..."

Yorks sighed inwardly and walked all the way through the bloody land until he reached the intersection, then turned left onto the left road.

"As the distance gets closer, the resentment will indeed become stronger. What is this curse power about?"

Staring at the anatomy room at the end, Yorks continued walking.

A total of twenty meters away, with every step closer, York began to feel that the surroundings were becoming more and more unreal because of the increasingly intense resentment and curse power...