Chapter 237 Facing Death

 The head is cut off quickly and smoothly, sliding horizontally on the surface of the neck,

 The head fell without any flipping and landed firmly between the legs...

Snapped!

The sound was like a whole piece of tofu being slapped on the ground.

This is the first time since Yi Chen traveled to this world that he watched his companions die in front of him, but he was unable to do anything about it.

 “Barry…”

　　A murmur escaped from the lips.

This time, the call of his name could not get any response. Even though there was no blood splattered on Yi Chen, his vision filtered out the colors, leaving only black and white.

Looking across Barry's strong body that was still standing, staring at the head that fell to the ground between his legs, Yi Chen froze on the spot, with no intention of running away.

 In other words, when the toes and nose are cut off,

Yi Chen was absolutely sure that the vice president had never boasted about his abilities. It was impossible to escape as long as he was in the hotel, let alone to the Sunshine Hospital a few streets away.

The opponent's range, accuracy, and destructive power are far superior to yours. All existing methods cannot help you escape, let alone defeat the opponent.

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Huh~ Yi Chen took a deep breath.

Go around to Barry, squat down in front of the fallen head, and close his eyelids behind him.

Yi Chen also put away the exposed iron chains and needles, put the ax and firearms back into the suitcase, and even changed the coat used for combat into a decent suit.

　　Arranging his tie with one hand,

Carrying a suitcase in one hand, he walked towards Vice President Aiwat.

Although Yi Chen's state is indeed harmless to humans and animals, Vice President Aiwat has no intention of letting down his guard.

Having cheated on the elevator once before, and he had also seen the pain in Yi Chen's body that originated from the old world, he was still very wary personally.

Considering that Yi Chen might suddenly pounce and destroy the boat, he had given up the idea of ​​capturing him alive.

 Lift it up with one hand!

 The surgical thread that bounced off the ground strangled Yi Chen's neck and hung him in the hall together with the other deceased.

In case,

After confirming that the hanging was stable, Avatt switched to the "sensory line" and implanted a cross-shaped death symbol deep into Yi Chen's consciousness.

Facing this absolute dead end, Yi Chen just accepted it calmly.

Since death is certain, it is better to face death head on.

 As the extremely clear symbol of death is imaged in the brain, the irresistible "death plague" quickly invades every corner of the brain.

 In an instant, the originally uncomfortable hanging state became extremely comfortable, and he even refused to take the initiative to get out of the coil.

　　　Is this what it feels like? No wonder infected individuals rush to commit suicide, just like a traveler who has been walking in the desert without drinking water for several days and sees an oasis. It is impossible not to drink water.

 Having said that, I don’t resist death either. [Death] This thing has been with me for a long time, and it is the key to my escape from the orphanage and becoming an independent adult. 』

At this time, the plague has invaded the hippocampus area of ​​​​the brain, which manages memory. Some kind of invisible pathogen will achieve complete "infection-transcription" in the hippocampus area.

This process is the key to the subsequent construction of the deceased. Before this process is completed, the death epidemic will even maintain the survival of the individual to ensure the active operation of the brain tissue.

˜All the memories of the individual are copied through infection transcription and taken away together with the ‘last breath’.

However,

 As the death epidemic transcribed memories, some deep dark memories were unearthed.

The ‘darkness’ here means literally, wisps of black liquid flowing out from the core of the hippocampus and interacting with the death plague.

 The outside world.

Yichen was in a hanging state, and his subjective consciousness gradually dimmed.

 Wait until the moment when both eyes are completely black...

Ding ding ding!

The rapid and noisy alarm clock sounds like crazy,

　　It stimulated Yi Chen's twelve-year-old teenage body, and he was ejected from the bed and sat up. In just ten seconds, he put on a sweatshirt, jeans and sneakers.

Hunt your right hand out from between the cuffs and turn off the alarm clock.

 It has been two full years since he escaped from [Orphanage in Black Mountain].

While investigating a father whom he had never met before, he killed an inhuman and terrifying woman on the 13th subway, and thus encountered a mysterious organization, which was the same organization that his father belonged to during his lifetime.

Through this, I learned that my father was not a murderer at all. The reason why he took the last train every night was simply to perform a "hunting mission" to hunt those [weird things] that mingled among humans and were covered in perfect skins.

Because these weirdos have the status of normal people in society, and even form families.

 As they are hunted, news of related disappearances will naturally appear.

 Over the past two years.

Yi Chen has always maintained contact with the organization through special methods. He receives almost 1 to 3 tasks every month. Some tasks directly involve weird clearing operations, while some tasks are just simple human tracking and anomaly screening.

As long as the organization determines that the task has been completed, Yi Chen will receive a large amount of money in his personal account, enough for his personal consumption, and even money to settle in a big city and live a high-quality life.

 But he chose a suburb with low rental prices. His diet always followed the orphanage's weekly meal plan, and he took in vitamins and protein accurately.

 Save all the extra money.

 In the remaining time, various exercises will be carried out to ensure the healthy growth of the body. Yi Chen will not relax for a moment until the orphanage is eradicated.

Since he is currently only a "temporary worker", he can only passively accept tasks from the organization and cannot ask the organization for relevant information, so he has never asked the organization for news about the orphanage.

 Today is a special day.

 After two years of inspection, 12-year-old Yi Chen was accepted as a full member of the organization with a task completion rate of 91.3%, and will report to a base of the organization.

 There is one more important thing to do before he goes out - [put on makeup].

 This is something that must be done every day. The corpse spots on the face and the most exaggerated bullet holes must be covered up with realistic enough "death makeup".

If someone sees it, it will definitely cause quite a commotion.

Over the past two years, Yi Chen's makeup skills have become extremely proficient. If he didn't work in an organization, he could apply for an mortician job.

Everything is ready.

He put on a relatively heavy backpack, pulled the hood of his sweatshirt, and walked out of the urban village he rented.

Following the information on the note, I found a newspaper office at the corner of the street, bought a copy of Today's Storytelling Club from the boss, and got on the No. 107 bus at the platform not far away.

　　【The terminal station is Lushan Mental Hospital. Welcome to take bus No. 107. I wish you a good day! Please pick up your belongings and get off the bus in an orderly manner]

 Continue walking along the winding mountain road for a few hundred meters,

A fully enclosed mental hospital built against a mountain appears in front of you. Its exaggerated door structure seems to welcome the arrival of a giant mountain god.

Yi Chen came to the earth shrine beside the gate, tore off one of the pages from the story meeting and put it into a hidden compartment.

 The shrine moved away, revealing a secret passage leading directly to the main building of the mental hospital.

 After continuing through the secret passage for half an hour, Yi Chen walked out of a wall of bookcases.

A female doctor wearing round glasses and a white coat is sitting at her desk reviewing relevant documents, her silky black hair just hanging down on the table.

It is impossible to judge the specific age from its exquisite profile, and it is entirely possible that it fluctuates randomly within the range of 20-35.

 The female doctor was the one who recruited Yi Chen at the subway station two years ago, and she is one of the "connectors" of the organization.

“There is a water glass and tea suitable for you on the table, just make it yourself.”

Yi Chen was not in the habit of drinking tea, but when he smelled the rotten smell of tea leaves, he got excited.

Hurryly make yourself a cup, gulu gulu ~ I feel that my dry and ulcerated throat seems to be reborn and smooth, and I even feel like I have been reborn.

I even made up my mind to ask about the origin of this tea and how to buy it.

The comfort coming from his throat made him pinch his neck.

This pinch feels like touching a surgical thread that tightly tightens the skin. It gives the illusion of being forced to hang. The feeling of hanging disappears after concentrating.

I have rarely used this kind of dual-line narrative writing method before. I am afraid that it will be confusing when reading. I don’t know how you feel. You can give your feedback in the comment area.

　　

 (End of this chapter)