$ Chapter 1669 What a Wonderful World

"What the hell."

The curse came from the crow's mouth. Even an embryo-killer and pervert like him couldn't help frowning. He bit a toothpick that didn't know where it came from and looked over Yuan Zhisheng's shoulder. Looking at the scene in the classroom, his pupils reflected the scene that challenged the limits of human beings.

The desks in the classroom were crowded with people, and they were all women. They were tied to the backs of chairs with no clothes to cover their bodies. The exposed bodies should have been sexy and fragrant, but they were covered by more than forty-eight hours of decay. Now is the time when the flavor is getting stronger.

The moment the classroom door was opened, the stench and fishy wind surged out like a real substance, causing Crow, Yasha and Sakura to take half a step back with some physiological nausea. Only Yuan Zhisheng stood there. At every turn, he took a step forward to broaden his field of vision and take in an overview of the entire classroom scene.

In the classroom, all these dead women maintained a posture on the desk, holding hands and pointing their heads towards the table as if they were praying to something on the podium.

"Isn't it too early for Thanksgiving?" Crow looked in the direction of their prayers and asked in a low voice.

On the podium in the classroom, a one-meter-large "turkey" was placed quietly on it. The rotten viscous liquid spread from the surface of the podium to the surrounding ground, showing a brown-black color.

The entire classroom scene is filled with a sense of religious evil, anti-humanity and abnormal weirdness everywhere, making people instinctively feel physical discomfort and mental weirdness.

Senra Jigoku is never about turning over human flesh tissue in front of you. If it were just torn human tissue, then the scene of every traffic accident could be called Senra Jigoku. According to Japanese legends , the real Senluo Hell often represents the baptism from soul to spirit, allowing you to see harsh scenes that others cannot see, do, or think about.

"This is just a corner of the 'Senluo Hell'." Sakura whispered, "The second batch of law enforcement teams that came here included on-site survey personnel. They found more exaggerated scenes in other places, all of which were malicious. "

"Is there no other possibility besides artificiality?" Yasha raised his eyebrows and said, "It's impossible for someone to cut off their own head, stuff their stomach with stuffing, and turn themselves into a turkey."

"It may also be a large-scale mental hypnosis, but this possibility has been ruled out at the crime scene." Sakura said.

Yuan Zhisheng also noticed that the palms of the rotting female corpses holding hands were connected by steel nails. They looked like they were bowing their heads in devout prayer because their neck and cervical vertebrae bones were broken, and their bodies were covered with wounds. Iron thorns surround the bench, the legs are fixed to the chair legs, and the soles of the feet are driven through nails into the wooden floor, like some kind of cruel performance art.

"The on-site investigation personnel discovered through examination of some of the corpses that these women had been subjected to high-intensity violations for a period of time during their lifetimes, and had been subjected to inhuman captivity and abuse. Whip stripes were found on their backs, and there were also traces of whipping on their lungs. There are no traces of choking on the water," Sakura said.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the blackboard behind the podium, where there was a sentence written in ugly and crooked words: If a wicked person deserves to be beaten, the judge will let him lie down and be punished in front of him, according to his evil deeds. Level, beat according to the number.

"Deuteronomy 25:2-3, God wants us to view sinners with equal eyes. It is not because the other person sins that we are superior to him. God also reminds us that we are the same sinners as the evildoers and have no good intentions. Ke Chen." Yasha suddenly opened his mouth and quoted a very clever analysis of the Bible excerpt on the blackboard, causing the other three people to subconsciously turn their heads to look at him.

"Why, aren't I allowed to have a mother who once believed in religion?" Yasha twitched his eyebrows slightly, as if he was very proud to be able to show off his understanding of religious culture at this time.

"My mother believed in Christianity for a period of time, and the free Bible the church gave her brainwashed her, so she always thought that it was a sin for me to be born without education and to be naughty. Whenever I made any mistakes, she would She would make me take off my clothes and lie on the bed and beat me with a leather belt dipped in water until my back cracked and bleeds. After beating me, she would think that she was the same sinner, and then she would take off her shirt and whip herself, keeping her mouth shut. I kept thinking about these non-nutritious things, and over time I memorized them.”

"Well, rather than your mother being religious, what I care more about is whether you were still there when your mother whipped you with a whip, then took off your clothes and whipped herself, or whether she asked you to help - I have always I only thought that your perversion was caused by watching too many people beheading people, but I didn’t expect that your perversion was cultivated since childhood." Crow looked at Yasha who was standing aside and said in surprise.

"Every pervert has a repressed childhood! Otherwise, why would he become like that when he grows up?" Yasha did not deny the fact that he was a pervert at all, but took out a cigarette and prepared to put it in his mouth. But when the cigarette holder reached his mouth, he suddenly realized that his young master hadn't eaten yet. It seemed a bit presumptuous to light up a cigarette now, so he had no choice but to put the cigarette to his ear.

"All in all, the person who committed this case must be a pervert with an extremely repressed childhood, right?" Crow said.

"It's a group." Sakura said. "Different samples of male DNA remnants were found in each female corpse. This means that every female in this classroom has been violated by a different male."

"Are the fierce ghosts coming to the mountains to build a team in autumn? I thought they would attack our more important facilities, but what does it mean to commit atrocities on a sanatorium?" Yasha said.

"Have the identities of these female corpses been identified?" Yuan Zhisheng asked.

"They are all female faculty and staff of this sanatorium, as well as some female students - the deceased are all ordinary people, and there is no mixed race." Sakura pointed out this point alone at the end.

"It was not the ghosts who committed the crime, but my own people in this nursing home." Yuan Zhisheng said.

"Yes." Sakura nodded lightly, "According to the survey and judgment of the second batch of law enforcement teams, there was a riot in this nursing home a month ago, and all the hybrids with potentially dangerous blood imprisoned inside launched a riot. A rebellion, miraculously breaking open their chained door, overpowering the security guards with an absolutely overwhelming force, taking control of the sanatorium, and secretly turning it into a hell."

"But it should be paradise for them." Crow raised his hand and took the cigarette from Yasha's ear into his own hand, put it in front of his nose and sniffed hard, using the smell of tobacco to dilute the disgusting rotten smell here, and then put the cigarette on the In his own ears, "The security guard who couldn't bear to kill him with his own hands tied the sexy teachers and students to chairs and tortured them, who usually only had sex under their desks and used them as ingredients at night. This month had a profound impact on those rioters." It should be considered a lingering experience!”

"No wonder this scene seemed familiar to me when I saw it. Are those guys simulating scenes from porn movies?" Yasha suddenly realized something. Looking at the naked female body sitting in the classroom, he thought in his mind Matched the corresponding number.

"I can even imagine those ignorant little beasts, after gaining the power of life and death in this sanatorium, letting go of their old black desires and gathering all the beautiful women who couldn't resist. , and then realized all the intense sexual fantasies one after another, and finally lost control and killed them under the influence of dragon blood," Crow said.

"You can perfectly recreate the behavior of a pervert. You are also an out-and-out pervert." Sakura said softly.

Crow tilted his head slightly and spread his hands, which probably meant thanking him for the compliment. He had never denied that he was also a pervert. Compared to Yasha, his level of perversion was just as high.

Yuan Zhisheng raised his head and looked at the crow behind him. The crow immediately stood up straight, thinking that what he said had disgusted the young master. The muscles on his face tensed up, preparing for a slap that would make people dazzle with stars, but the knuckled fingers just stretched out. When it reached his ear, he took away the cigarette that had changed hands for the second time.

This time, the soft seven-star cigarette was finally put safely to the mouth and gently bit it. The crow was very discerning and immediately got in to light the cigarette for the young master.

The soft and non-irritating light-scented smoke is spit out from the mouth. The unique dry and choking smell of raw tobacco temporarily dissipates the putrid smell in the mouth and nose. Even if you don't smoke it yourself, you can smell the smoke from others. This also makes the crow and Yasha felt much more comfortable.

The smell of second-hand smoke is always better than the stench here. They couldn't help but touch cigarettes from the beginning, and now Yuan Zhisheng finally lit the first one.

"Crow, you mentioned the influence of dragon's blood. These rioting students, who are closely observed by the sanatorium, should have their bloodlines in a state of silence. They can control the entire sanatorium instantly. Only their dragon's blood can be awakened. And not just one person, but a collective awakening. At the same time, dozens or even hundreds of hybrids who had been sleeping in this sanatorium took control of the power that the family did not want them to wake up. "Source. After the child took a puff of the cigarette, the hand holding the cigarette dropped to the side of his trousers and flicked the ash. His brown eyes looked at the scene in the classroom, "Have the law enforcement team that arrived here checked the water source of the sanatorium?"

"The water source was contaminated, and the extracted components were filled with all kinds of DNA. Someone connected the water pipes and sewage pipes, completely destroying the water source. The subsequent law enforcement team was unable to extract effective samples."

"There is no doubt about the handiwork of the fierce ghosts." Crow said, "But they obviously don't want us to know how they revived all the hybrids who had been suppressing dragon blood in one go."

"Damn it, they are trying every possible way to increase their power." Yuan Zhisheng whispered.

The Menggui are committed to absorbing all mixed races that are not accepted by the Sheqi Eight Family, as well as those who agree with the Menggui's ideals. If they have any ideas, it is probably the old-fashioned racism of mixed race supremacy.

But the simpler and more crude things tend to have more supporters, and the purer they are. Those who can be accepted by the fierce ghosts are extremely violent elements. Once brainwashed and trained, they can often exert the effect of 1>2.

Since Masamune Tachibana came to power, the tolerance of the eight Sheqi families towards the fierce ghosts has dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye. From turning a blind eye or clearly distinguishing each other, to now, local wars break out from time to time. The situation can be said to be trending. There is no room for water and fire.

In this context, it is reasonable for extreme forces like the Fierce Ghosts to plan ahead and use any means to strengthen their own power. It also seems normal to raid a place like a nursing home that houses potentially dangerous hybrids that almost perfectly meet their requirements. .

This was not a sudden retaliatory attack, but a small part of a potential big plan. The ghosts must have been planning something recently, something huge and sinister, and the monastery was just a tiny signal.

A burst of music sounded from the depths of the monastery, and floated along the complex building structure to the ears of Yuan Zhisheng and others in front of the classroom.

Yuan Zhisheng raised his head almost instantly and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound. Ying, Yasha and Crow also looked over. After all, the music was too obvious. In this empty monastery, any noise would be so harsh, especially this beautiful and rhythmic music.

Yuan Zhisheng lowered his head and rushed to the depths of the corridor. The blue-gray scabbard in his hand tilted towards his right hand, and his palm was already close to the handle.

At the moment when Yuan Zhisheng rushed out, Ying followed behind him like his shadow. Crow and Yasha were a little slower, but they still quickly rushed to Yuan Zhisheng's back. Even though they were used to their young master's swift and decisive actions, they were still 100% alert in this strange and claustrophobic environment, always paying attention to any movement that might threaten Yuan Zhisheng.

Passing through the long and complex corridor and going deep into the building, you can see that almost every inch of the place you can step on is left with the color of brutal joy during that month. Yuan Zhisheng swept through the traces left by those evil deeds like a blade and arrived in front of a pointed arch door at the end of the corridor. The music came from behind it.

He kicked the door lock, and the entire door lock and the door frame exploded together. The wooden door opened with a sound, and the beautiful music echoed in the wide space behind it.

This is a church for worship. The arched colored windows on the left and right sides are painted with angels and the Virgin Mary. The long chairs are neatly arranged in order. In the front is the worship platform with the statue of Jesus' suffering.

The music played here should be the hymn of the Virgin Mary, or at least the Ode to Joy, or Mozart's Requiem, which is full of religious rituals, but now, there is a very old jazz music.

I see trees of green, red roses too.

I see them bloom for me and you.

And I think to myself,

what a wonderful world

Louis Armstrong's unique hoarse and rich voice lingered in the air. Yuan Zhisheng's steps as he rushed into the chapel gradually slowed down. He stood in the middle aisle, stopped between steps, and the scabbard in his right hand gradually tightened. He stared at the shocking scene on the chapel platform for a long time without saying a word.