Chapter 553

"This seems to be..."

Hathaway said uncertainly.

"Yes, that's the sword, the sword of the believer of lies... Yes, our friend Mr. Candle has always been a believer of lies. I think you won't mind this, right?"

Miss Magic asked them.

Mr. White Cat shook his head and said he didn't mind. Mr. Black Cat was his friend. The two had some exchanges in correspondence, and he vaguely guessed the identity of Mr. Candle.

As for Hathaway's face hidden behind the mask, she showed a thoughtful expression. During the Twin Demons incident, because she fell into a coma, Jenkins, who solved the Twin Demons, blamed everything on the man in black robe who liked to collect weird objects at the time. At that time, Hathaway knew Jenkins' friend in black robe. , and even believed that his real leader was the man in black robe.

And now, Mr. Candle's identity is also a believer in lies, and Jenkins has an unclear relationship with that group of people... She fell into deep thought.

A white light flashed across the table, although I couldn't use my full strength to prevent an accident later. But in such an open field, the sweeping sword light still swept away most of the monsters. This sword seemed to be particularly capable of restraining spirits and corpses.

"I once speculated that the sword owned by the lie believers may be related to the skull sword. Although the similarity in appearance between the two is very low, this rumor came from the church and is very credible."

Mr. Hood said.

"If we speculate about Mr. Candle's secret now, will he be unhappy?"

Mr. White Cat asked worriedly.

"He is not that stingy, and of course we will not tell him about this conversation."

Miss Magic shrugged her shoulders and then asked Mr. Corpse:

"Although I don't know how the appearance of Mr. Candle will affect your plan. But since the story is still going on, please continue to explain. We are very interested in everything we see from the perspective of an explorer. "

Jenkins was already fed up with the monsters surrounding him. The spirit bodies were okay, but the physical body-splicing monsters not only looked disgusting, but also had extremely strong regenerative abilities.

As long as they are not killed by one blow, their wounds will ooze black oil, automatically repair the wounds on their bodies, and then quickly enter the battle.

Jenkins could only swing the sword tirelessly, because the sword light consumed a lot of energy, so he could only use physical attacks to expend physical energy. In fact, he has a better way. The newly acquired cane is definitely the best weapon to deal with such monsters.

But he also knew that there was a group of people looking at him at a strange angle, so it was impossible for him to use a weapon that revealed his identity - Jenkins Willamt had just obtained a very powerful cane, and the believers in lies immediately I took out one. Although people in this world believe in fate, most of them don't believe in coincidence.

Compared to coming here to party with the professor, Jenkins had more bad feelings entering the hospital this time. Although on the way here from the closet at home, he had already felt depressed and weird during the heavy rainstorm and aftershocks in downtown Nolan, but those were nothing compared to the atmosphere in the hospital.

Not only was there a strong sense of being spied on, but an even stronger feeling was that something ancient and mysterious was awakening. This feeling is a bit like taking a cruise ship above the deep sea trench, but not knowing that the huge and ancient crazy gods of the past are awakening and peeping in the trench.

Chapter 1347 Chapter 1324 Hospital Reunion (8/11)

Thinking of the ancient race mentioned by the Protoss just now, Jenkins knew that there would be a tough battle to fight in the future. It took him some time to eliminate all the corpse monsters and spirits surrounding him. When the last jumping slash split the corpse centipede woman's head in half, he was gasping for breath from exhaustion.

"Okay, then the next step is..."

After resting for a while, he walked towards the interior of the hospital according to his memory and speculation. The dilapidated path was almost covered by weeds and dead leaves, and his boots made a strange sound when he stepped on the ground. The sound carried far away in the white fog of the hospital, but similarly, the sound from far away could also be detected by Jenkins.

He then swung his sword and stabbed into the mist on the right, feeling something soft and slimy hit. Then I noticed that the thickness of the mist in the area where the sword was stabbed was obviously different from the surrounding area, and then I thought that someone was using the [Atomization] ability.

"Indeed, in this environment, [Atomization] is indeed the most outstanding assassination ability."

Jenkins carefully observed his surroundings. Although the fog was pushed away a few feet around him, he still could not be careless.

He stood there without continuing to walk, alertly waiting for the next attack. He held his breath and suddenly turned around. The turning movement caused his arms to swing, causing the Holy Bone Sword to strike down powerfully, just enough to split the fog behind him.

A man's scream was faintly heard, and then the white mist turned into blood mist and quickly dissipated. A few seconds later, a half-crouching man appeared 20 feet away. He half-crouched and covered his left shoulder, which was already bleeding profusely.

"Impossible, how could you see me?"

He asked while wailing. Because of the severe pain, the short brown hair curled up in front of his forehead was all stuck to his scalp due to sweat.

"For my eyes, as long as you are still in the material world, I can see you. Give you a chance to make you immortal. Tell me, Smell Appreciation Committee, what is the origin of that banned tobacco? What effect did it have?”

"How do you know I am...just kill me, I won't tell you these secrets."

"Let me change the question. You have just admitted that you are a member of the Incense Appreciation Committee. So, are you a believer in [Hirling Mist]?"

"Why am I telling you this? Just kill me."

shouted the injured man.

"So you are indeed not a believer in [Hirling Mist]. It seems that you are right. This tobacco incident should be planned by some depraved believers and other outsiders. As my friend Zeng Jin said, any It is inevitable that there will be a few scum in the sect..."

This is what Miss Magic used to describe the mad poet.

"Last question, why did you and your companions come to this hospital today? It's not really to ask for Mr. Corpse's help, right?"

Jenkins asked again, but the other party stopped talking. Then he walked over with a frown and found that he was already dead. Jenkins speculated that he committed suicide by taking a special poison, otherwise there would be no reason to die so quickly.

"What a cruel person."

He muttered something, trying to find some other clues on the body. But this man had nothing on him, his pockets were empty, not even a coin. This proves on the one hand that the letter that the explorers found on the roof of the main building is most likely fake. There is no reason to carry important documents with him when carrying out such an operation, especially since his companions have nothing on them.

"Why are they looking for Mr. Corpse? Are they interested in the white mist here?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this conjecture was very reasonable, so he connected the white mist, tobacco and the doomsday disaster he guessed. However, this idea was a bit too jumpy, and it was just a conjecture at the moment.

In addition to these benefactors, Jenkins also knew that there was a ghoul hidden in the hospital that had just been injured. But the ghoul hid and refused to come out, and Jenkins didn't have the time to look for him. He looked back at the thick black clouds over the city in the distance, and walked quickly towards the location of the explorers.

A group of four people had been wandering around in a daze since they left the collapsed building. Jenkins ran along the path. When he turned the corner and saw them, what he saw was not four big living people, but four bodies. A figure that glows blue and has a somewhat transparent body.

He could barely judge the detailed features of the face by the intensity of the light, so Jenkins recognized his cat and Britney at a glance.

"The explorers finally met the intruder from the hospital. He was observing the explorers at close range, and the explorers were observing him at close range. Suddenly, an inexplicable coldness poured into the explorers' senses. Panic and uneasiness fill their hearts. Please throw [Inspiration] and [Spirit] to determine what will happen next."

Mr. Corpse said, who had not spoken for a long time.

The four people rolled the dice in turn, and only the sailor's [Inspiration] passed, but [Spirit] did not.

"Through his own eyes and spirit, the sailor realized that the creature standing in front of everyone at this time was not just a person. He vaguely felt that he had touched the part of a huge iceberg exposed above the sea. When his spirit went to test the surface of the sea, When looking at the details, I suddenly realized that I was peering into the most terrifying abyss, sailor mad..."

Mr. Corpse stopped abruptly and remained silent for three seconds before changing his words:

"The stranger said to the explorers [I am a good person and I am here to help you]. The explorers completely trusted the stranger's words and gained great spiritual pleasure. From now on, the strangers join Team, whenever a stranger takes an action, it is considered the beginning of an action turn for you.”

"Mr. Candle is indeed not simple. He easily made the explorers trust him. He is truly a believer in lies."

Mr. White Cat couldn't help but praise.

"Maybe he can become your friend because of his lies."

Mr. Corpse suddenly said, but Mr. White Cat snorted and ignored him.

"Mr. Corpse, your conspiracy is about to be exposed. It is useless to sow discord between us at this time."

Miss Magic couldn't help but said.

"My conspiracy is going to be exposed?"

Mr. Corpse asked in a leisurely manner. In the context of this conversation, his slow tone was very irritating.

"Are you still unwilling to admit that you are behind all the unusual things that happen in the hospital?"

Hathaway also accused, but Mr. Corpse didn't show any emotion because of these words. He really looked like a corpse.

Chapter 1348 Chapter 1325 The truth about Mr. Corpse (9/10)

"Yes, everything that happened today, including using my power to influence the story choices of [the story within the story], was all me planning something. But the moment you stepped into the hospital, I was destined to succeed, Even if Mr. Candle ends the story early and enters the hospital with his real body, he can't change everything."

Mr. Corpse said.

"Believers of lies can often surprise people. If you speak like this, you will soon regret it. In the past six months, few losers have said such sentences as you."

Mr. Hood couldn't help but be sarcastic.

"Unless the gods come or a miracle happens, there will be no second ending to this story. You will not guess who your enemy is. That is beyond your imagination."

In the ruins of the hospital, after seeing the four explorers, Jenkins was shocked by their appearance, but he still followed the original plan and directly gained the trust of the four people with the power of lies, and thus obtained important props from them, that is, the letter and bones found in the underground morgue.

After checking the letter, he burned it casually, and threw the bones directly on the ruins of the collapsed building, and told the explorers not to touch it again. Then he didn't care what the four explorers were doing, but walked up the ruins to the top of the morgue in his memory. The flames flowed from his cuffs to the ground, and the fire dripping on the ground splashed with sparks.

The flames were burning the remains of the building, although the speed was extremely slow, but it was feasible. At the same time, Jenkins also swung his sword to split the wall panels and stones that blocked the underground entrance. It took him nearly half an hour to return to the underground morgue again.

Mr. Corpse really concealed something. Although the stairs leading here collapsed, the morgue was fine. The earthquake did not cause any damage here, and even the wall skin did not peel off. The three rounds of escape he mentioned just now were simply to drive everyone away from here.

"Mr. Corpse, as the narrator of the story, can conceal some details, such as the building really collapsed but not mentioning whether the morgue will also be like this, but he should not be able to control the direction of the story at will..."

As he thought, he looked at the morgue cabinets, and then quickly retreated to the wall facing the morgue cabinets. The black twin demons behind him laughed wildly and pounced on the morgue cabinets.

After a loud bang, the morgue cabinets were safe and sound, and Jenkins fell into deep thought.

"Mr. Candle seems to be right. These morgue cabinets are the most critical."

The players watching all this around the table started discussing again. Although they did not control the explorers to go underground for safety, they could still see Mr. Candle's actions in the setting.

There was thunder outside the window. The earthquake just now made people nearby run to the street, fearing that the aftershocks would be even stronger, so through the window, the four of them could see the chaos outside. In the heavy rain, most people on the crowded streets did not have umbrellas, but no one dared to hide under the eaves of the shops along the street.

From common sense, it is rare to have fog when it rains, but now the fog is spreading in the city. It is a thin white fog that makes people feel that the world is unreal, and everything outside the window has a sense of illusion.

Jenkins saw all this in the city when he came, so he knew he had to hurry up and do something.

It was useless to see the twin demons. He stared at the cabinet in front of him for a long time, and then, under the premise of believing in the luck of [Fate Stage], he directly opened the third cabinet from the bottom to the left.

The cabinet was completely opened with a loud bang, and there was nothing inside, but the inner wall was full of straight lines connected by raised red dots, which reminded Jenkins of a circuit diagram.

"This is a thought energy device!"

The magic lady at the table suddenly shouted.

"Sorry, what is this?"

Mr. White Cat asked.

"This is a thought energy device. Haven't you heard of it? The ancient giant race invented a strange device to obtain the body of a small race. It is used for mental control and mental replacement. This is the oldest existing extraordinary skill and is the ironclad evidence of the brilliant civilization of ancient times. Oh, don't you usually read books? Why don't you even know this?"

"So what does it mean that this appears here?"

Obviously, Mr. Hood has never heard of this thing either.

"The engraved thought energy lines are used to directly control the mind. Now I remember that the ones Mr. Writer found before leaving the hospital were engraved thought energy lines; the red thought energy lines drawn directly with special ink are devices for replacing the mind. The former means that there should be a body that has been controlled by the thought energy device for many years in the cabinet that Mr. Candle found before leaving; the latter means that this morgue is the laboratory used by the mastermind to replace the body!"

"The morgue is a laboratory? So, Mr. Demigod Corpse is the owner of the laboratory?"

Hathaway guessed, not caring that the person they were talking about was sitting next to him.

"No, Mr. Corpse is not the owner here."

Mr. Corpse's tone was still calm, but there was a sense of fear. He looked at Hathaway with calm eyes. The latter subconsciously wanted to lean back, but because of the back of the chair, she couldn't do it:

"Mr. Corpse is the one who is controlled."

"Mr. Corpse is the one who is controlled... Who on earth cultivated the corpse into a demigod and then controlled it..."

Jenkins in the underground morgue also came to this conclusion. After all, Alexia knew as much about this set of thought energy devices as Miss Magic. Now that the control device of the engraved pattern and the replacement device of the red ink have been found at the same time, it means that the complete thought energy device appeared here.

The core of this device is the real user who controls multiple bodies, and the others are just external modules. Only those powerful races living in the ancient mythological era can use this device. Alexia admitted that humans and small humanoid creatures have no possibility of using this set of things.

"The two most important functions of the thinking device are placed in the morgue cabinet, which means that this place is not far from the manipulator behind the scenes. The entrance to the mine is here!"

He squinted his eyes and thought for a while, and felt the ground shaking again. This was still the aftershock of the earthquake. The upward passage that had just been cleared seemed to have collapsed again, but Jenkins didn't care.

He looked at the nearly three-digit morgue cabinets in front of him, thought for a while, and randomly selected one again.

Chapter 1349 Chapter 1326 The Cat Entering the Door (10/11)

He reached out and grasped the cold iron handle and pulled it outward, but the cabinet did not move. Jenkins was delighted, knowing that he was lucky this time, so he tried to open it again, but before that, a cabinet on the upper left of his head popped out automatically.

Jenkins took two steps back and looked up. A man sat up from the open morgue cabinet. He was an ordinary person.

"Are you really sure you want to find the truth here?"

The man asked, and the corpse spots on his body were more obvious than those on Mr. Corpse.

"I just want to save the city."

Jenkins answered seriously.

"Sometimes necessary sacrifices are acceptable. Once you really find out the truth behind it, you will face a disaster that is more unacceptable than the destruction of a city."

The corpse said.

"Since you chose this time to talk to me, it means that you are guilty. I am very curious about what state you are in in the mine now?"

"If you really don't listen to my advice, then please be prepared to cry. Everyone should be responsible for their own choices."