roccoschili Chapter 152: The Salvation Squad 18
Chapter 152: The Salvation Squad 18
Lingjiu ignored his shouting and walked straight towards the bookcase. She raised her hand and gently pushed the bookcase, which slowly moved aside, revealing a password box embedded in the wall. Lingjiu squatted down and fiddled with the password box for a few seconds. With a click, the box opened. Inside were neatly arranged numerous USB flash drives and document bags. There was also a large amount of gold bars and cash.
Seeing his carefully hidden possessions so easily discovered, Liu Biao instantly lost his mind. He abruptly stood up and pounced on Lingjiu like a mad beast. However, Gu Nanxiao was prepared and quickly tackled him to the ground. Liu Biao struggled desperately, his hands waving in the air, shouting, "Let me go! Give me back my things! Don't touch them!" His eyes were filled with despair and madness, the final struggle of a man about to lose everything.
Lingjiu calmly placed the evidence into her bag, then turned around. Seeing this, the others followed suit. The moment she stepped out of the room, Lingjiu stopped, formed seals with her hands, and muttered something, sealing the doors and windows. She smiled and whispered to the children in the room, "You guys go play first. It doesn't matter if you get killed. I'll come pick you up later." With that, her figure gradually faded away, leaving only Liu Biao in the master bedroom, banging on the door and shouting for help. The desperate cries echoed in the closed room, unheeded.
After stepping out of the apartment, Zhou Jing asked, "Where are we going now?"
Lingjiu tapped his bag with his index finger and replied, "Of course, I'll hand over the evidence to the police, and then go to a few places to help those children pass away."
Qi Jin spoke uneasily, "Master Ling, are you saying that the victims aren't just these children, but also in other places?"
As the sky gradually darkened, Lingjiu looked off into the distance and spoke slowly, "These are just the tip of the iceberg." He then turned his head and scanned the group, "As expected, people are the most terrifying."
Meanwhile, in a brand-new residential complex, a middle-aged man named Liu Wei was sitting in the living room, intently reading a document. Suddenly, the lights went out without warning, plunging the room into darkness. Liu Wei frowned, stood up, and pulled out his phone, turning on the flashlight to check if there was a power problem.
Just then, a faint, disembodied cry reached his ears. The sound was ethereal and mournful, sending chills down his spine. Liu Wei clutched his phone tightly and cautiously looked around, wondering if someone was playing a prank. Shining the light of his phone into the corner, he saw a child crouched on the ground, weeping. Liu Wei took a step back in horror, his heart filled with confusion and fear. How could a child suddenly appear in his own home?
Then, the child slowly raised his head and stared at him straight in the eyes, with an indescribable sorrow in his eyes: "Uncle Doctor, don't you recognize me? You performed the surgery on me. You took out my heart and gave it to someone else. Have you forgotten?"
As he spoke, the child stood up. Liu Wei could see clearly that the child's chest was wide open, empty inside. The beating heart was nowhere to be seen, and blood was constantly flowing from the wound to the ground.
Liu Wei was so frightened that he turned around and tried to run, but found that his legs seemed to be fixed and he couldn't move at all. He subconsciously lowered his head and saw that two other children were holding his legs tightly with ferocious faces. Their bodies were also incomplete, and their internal organs were obviously missing from their chest cavities.
"Uncle, where did the thing I'm missing from my body go? Can you give it back to me?" A child cried in a childish voice.
"Uncle, it hurts!" another child also shouted.
"Uncle, I heard your heartbeat, but I don't have it anymore. Can you give me yours?" The third child's voice was full of desire and despair.
Liu Wei's face was as pale as paper, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and the clothes on his back were already soaked with sweat: "Let me go, let me go!" He struggled desperately, but could not break free from the devilish restraints.
In another park on the edge of the city, the buildings looked eerie and twisted in the dim moonlight, with mottled moss covering the walls, as if they were strange traces left by the passage of time.
A group of people frantically fled the campus, their figures weaving through dim corridors and empty courtyards. The shouts of men and the screams of women mingled together, piercing the silent night sky.
Their eyes widened, faces filled with terror. Beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, soaking their clothes. In panic, their steps stumbled, and from time to time someone would fall due to a collision, but they would immediately get up and continue to rush forward regardless of everything.
However, all the doors and windows were sealed tightly shut. No matter how hard they rammed their shoulders or pried with tools, they only heard dull thuds, unable to budge at all. They were trapped in this cage of death, struggling in vain.
Behind him, a group of babies and children slowly approached with an eerie presence. Their bodies exuded a chilling aura, their tiny figures looming in the darkness. Some children were barefoot, their soles stained with blood, leaving a bloody mark with every step; others wore ragged, stained clothing, their pale skin visible through the rips.
"Mom, where is Mom? Where is Mom?" A baby-like spirit floated in the air, its eyes lifeless, only its mouth opened and closed, making a creepy cry. The sound echoed in the silent and terrifying park, making everyone who heard it feel a chill down their spine.
"Why? Why did you give birth to me and then abandon me?" A child, about five or six years old, had tear marks all over his face. Tears mixed with dirt on his face, leaving streaks on his face. As he spoke, he quickened his pace, and the resentment in his eyes seemed to freeze the air around him.
"Director Mama, I've been obedient. Why did you send me to them?" Another child, about seven or eight years old, clutched a worn, blood-stained toy. His voice was filled with confusion and hatred. His tender voice, at that moment, sounded like a judgment from hell, and every word struck home to the fleeing people.
Lingjiu led Zhou Jing and the others to the park's gates. The gates were rusted, and the stone pillars on either side were covered with vines, swaying in the night breeze. Before they even stepped inside, a resentment so strong it seemed to condense into something tangible hit them. The resentment was mingled with pain, despair, and hatred, sending a chill through everyone's heart.
"This resentment... is too terrible. What on earth happened in there?" Zhou Jing frowned.