I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

In another corner of the factory, there are some weirder corpses. The bones, muscles, and blood vessels of these corpses form some kind of tentacles-like structure. Of course, this is just the forensic doctor's statement. In fact, the form of these people has collapsed. They became weird and terrifying monsters. Fortunately, they were full of bullet holes, and they were probably dealt with by other people in the abandoned factory.

If you think about it, you can imagine the kind of companions who turn into monsters one by one, then have to kill them with a gun, and finally even themselves cannot escape the tragic fate.

Of course, this is outrageous.

Essenwell prefers to believe that some cruel, cunning and perverted gangsters are here to vent their cruel desires.

He came to a room where the situation was even more tragic. There were half-gnawed corpses, as well as lumps of flesh that had stopped wriggling and monsters with tentacles.

Here, Essenwell saw a strange thing on the table.

That's a helmet.

Of course Essenwell knew this helmet.

It is [Morning Star].

He himself doesn't pay much attention to this kind of game equipment, but his son who is in junior high school is a big fan of Lu Yi, and he wants to get him one for him no matter what.

Fortunately, after knowing that Lu Yi's equipment is only in Chinese, his son calmed down a bit, and Essenwell even proposed to let his son learn Chinese, which is not a loss anyway.

"Why is this thing here?"

Essenwell asked.

“[Morning Star] Ah, our colleagues in the technical team have investigated the computer hard drive here, and found that this hacker organization may be working on cracking this device. Unfortunately, they seem to have failed, and there are no relevant files in the hard drive.

There are no other problems with the device other than being taken apart. "

The colleague on the side answered.

"Oh."

Essenwell looked away from the helmet. He thought that these people should have been attacked when they were trying to crack it. The helmet had nothing to do with the case directly.

He looked around, and suddenly, some kind of inspiration made Essenwell look to the ground.

He saw the ground of a boss chair, and the bloodstains seemed to form some regular shape.

"look here."

Essenwell came to the chair cautiously. He squatted down and asked for a flashlight to illuminate the ground.

He saw that there was a shoe print on the frozen blood.

There are many shoe prints left at the scene, which is enough to witness the panic of those present at that time, but this shoe print is different.

This is a woman's shoe print.

As an experienced criminal police officer, Essenwell could tell at a glance that this was the high-heeled footprint of a young woman. She was quite slender, and she walked in this bloody place without panicking at all.

As we all know, this organization is registered in the register, and there are no women in the list of deaths traced so far.

Who is this woman?

Essenwell vaguely felt that he might have grasped the key to this matter.

At this moment, his cell phone rang suddenly.

In this quiet and busy crime scene, the sudden ringtone made many people shiver.

Essenwell glanced at the call, and it turned out to be his immediate boss.

He hurriedly left the scene, went to a place with a little fresher air outside, and connected the phone.

"It's me, I'm on the scene, we've found some clues what? Wait, but I'm alright, I get it."

Essenwell hung up the phone.

His boss just told him that all information about this case will be sealed up immediately, and the case will be closed immediately, and the investigation should not be pursued any further.

This made Essenwell feel unreasonable.

But it's not like he hasn't seen this kind of situation before. When some cases involve areas that he can't touch, he will encounter this kind of treatment.

Although the detective's intuition told Essenwell that something bigger might be involved behind this incident, he still suppressed his curiosity.

After get off work, Essenwell drove home, and he habitually turned on the car radio as background music.

At this time, he heard some noteworthy news.

"According to our reporter, an explosion occurred in the experimental base of xxxx company located in xxxx in the early hours of this morning. Many engineers died in the accident. It is reported that the experimental base"

He listened to the unexpected news of a weapons company on the radio, and felt a sense of déjà vu for no reason.

Turning up the volume of the radio slightly, and turning his eyes from the radio station to the front, Essenwell suddenly saw a woman in a cheongsam with an enchanting figure standing in front of his car.

He stepped on the brakes hastily, but the woman didn't seem to notice at all, covered her face with a fan, and walked across the street.

Horns and growls came from behind, but Eisenwell was unable to start the car again in a daze.

Some kind of unpleasant premonition emerged in his heart, and it was with great difficulty that Eisenwell turned his gaze back from the street corner where the woman disappeared.

Dong Dong Dong——

The traffic policeman on duty tapped on Essenville's window and he set it down.

"Sir, are you having any problems?"

asked the traffic policeman.

"No, I didn't, just to avoid that lady"

Essenwell was a little incoherent.

"Miss?"

The traffic policeman looked at Essenwell suspiciously, just like looking at those addicts who took drugs and went racing on the street.

"

There's no ladies here, sir, it's the middle of the street. "

The traffic policeman said.

Essenwell felt his back was soaked.

Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket!

===683. Devil Descended===

"It is reported that the base of a hacker organization that was attacked this time is located in Northern Europe. The police found on-site investigation that according to the residence registration, there should have been more than [-] members of the organization living here, but only the wreckage of some members was found at the scene. As well as the traces of some religious ceremonies, due to the complicated situation at the scene, the police said that further investigations are needed, and no organization has claimed responsibility for the incident at present.”

The news on the mobile phone played the latest reports, which made the police officer in charge, Essenwell, shake his head.

"What and what is this, can't our journalists even tell the truth?"

Essenwell was wearing a mask. He put away his mobile phone, opened the cordon, and walked into the abandoned factory.

"Man, you know, if we tell the people that these people don't know why they're like this, we'll be out of a job the next day."

Another police officer nearby said he was also wearing a mask and gloves.

The two walked through a white shed, put on white gowns to prevent pollution, and finally walked into the abandoned factory.

There was a strong smell of blood. Even experienced butchers who work in slaughterhouses could not bear this strong smell. He also vomited into the isolation suit on the spot during the situation, and had a strong sense of dizziness, which was not relieved until a few hours later.

What Eisenwell and his colleagues presented was a scene of hell that even Dante's "Divine Comedy" could not describe.

On the walls, on the table, on the computer, and even on the ceiling, solidified flesh and blood were splashed everywhere. According to the forensic examination, these flesh and blood were thrown with a huge force. According to the speculation of forensic doctors, a piece of pie can only appear in this state when an explosion equivalent to a shell occurs in the human body.

But if you think about it carefully, how could a person produce such an explosion?

Essenwell looked to the other side again. On the ground, countless pieces of flesh gathered together like living worms, and only the outlines of human beings could be vaguely discerned. There were at least five people here, who were captured in a distorted way. Put together, no one but the devil can figure out why they are like this.

In another corner of the factory, there are some weirder corpses. The bones, muscles, and blood vessels of these corpses form some kind of tentacles-like structure. Of course, this is just the forensic doctor's statement. In fact, the form of these people has collapsed. They became weird and terrifying monsters. Fortunately, they were full of bullet holes, and they were probably dealt with by other people in the abandoned factory.

If you think about it, you can imagine the kind of companions who turn into monsters one by one, and then have to kill them with a gun, and finally even themselves cannot escape the tragic fate.

Of course, this is outrageous.

Essenwell prefers to believe that some cruel, cunning and perverted gangsters are here to vent their cruel desires.

He came to a room where the situation was even more tragic. There were half-gnawed corpses, as well as lumps of flesh that had stopped wriggling and monsters with tentacles.

Here, Essenwell saw a strange thing on the table.

That's a helmet.

Of course Essenwell knew this helmet.

It is [Morning Star].

He himself doesn't pay much attention to this kind of game equipment, but his son who is in junior high school is a big fan of Lu Yi, and he wants to get him one for him no matter what.

Fortunately, after knowing that Lu Yi's equipment is only in Chinese, his son calmed down a bit, and Essenwell even proposed to let his son learn Chinese, which is not a loss anyway.

"Why is this thing here?"

Essenwell asked.

“[Morning Star] Ah, our colleagues in the technical team have investigated the computer hard drive here, and found that this hacker organization may be working on cracking this device. Unfortunately, they seem to have failed, and there are no relevant files in the hard drive.

There is no other problem with the device other than being disassembled. "

The colleague on the side answered.

"Oh."

Essenwell looked away from the helmet. He thought that these people should have been attacked when they were trying to crack it. The helmet had nothing to do with the case directly.

He looked around, and suddenly, some kind of inspiration made Essenwell look to the ground.

He saw the ground of a boss chair, and the bloodstains seemed to form some regular shape.

"look here."

Essenwell came to the chair cautiously. He squatted down and asked for a flashlight to illuminate the ground.

He saw that there was a shoe print on the frozen blood.

There are many shoe prints left at the scene, which is enough to witness the panic of those present at that time, but this shoe print is different.

This is a woman's shoe print.