Chapter 166: The Woman In The Evening Gown
Secretly contact…
Chen Xiaolin recalled what Drake said and finally burst into sudden laughter on the way home by car, realizing it late.
There was probably no place in this world more “secret” than that forest cabin.
Upon returning home and closing the door, Chen Xiaolin seemed to instantly shed all defenses and burdens from her body, becoming heavy all over; she hung her head, like a walking dead, and returned to the bedroom before collapsing onto the bed.
Although she had just experienced nearly a full day of coma not long ago, ever since starting the investigation into Zheng Yu’s cause of death behind the scenes, an unnamed pressure had followed her like a shadow, growing day by day; sleep brought not only need and comfort, but also an instinctual escape.
Ahead lies an unknown abyss; you don’t know what’s in the abyss, but you know that after heading toward the abyss, death will no longer be your ending.
Therefore, insignificant human, never gaze into the abyss.
Her mind chaotic and drowsy, Chen Xiaolin closed her heavy eyes; of course, even when falling asleep, she didn’t forget to tightly grip the straw woven into a bracelet.
…
Wang Zijin’s interrogation process was unusually difficult; during transport, her mind and behavior gradually underwent strange changes, she gradually lost her thinking ability, her speech became slurred, and in the end, she almost directly turned into a mindless idiot with vacant eyes.
Her brain had undergone an unimaginable “physiological lesion”; from a modern medical perspective, it was precisely such a brain lesion that caused her personality and spirit to undergo massive changes in a short time, but this could only explain part of the reasons for her abnormality; her abnormal knowledge, however, came from nowhere, with no clue as to its origin.
It was precisely because of this mutation that the Mysterious Group’s hypnosis method could not hypnotize her through normal means, and it took them considerable effort to put her into a hypnosis state.
Fortunately, before Wang Zijin completely lost her reason and instinct, the Mysterious Group still interrogated some key information out of her.
This anomaly event indeed involved more than one abnormal organization, and these abnormal organizations were all connected to one person.
Unfortunately, before everyone could hear Wang Zijin reveal that person’s identity, Wang Zijin had already completely lost her mind and gone out of control due to the brain lesion, curling up and collapsing on the floor, and even her body began to undergo unexpected deformity.
Once a tall, shy, and promising female university student in her prime, right under everyone’s gaze, her body uncontrollably mutated and twisted madly; her limbs and torso rapidly twisted, ultimately leaving only a shriveled, ferocious head, with nothing below the head being normal—even her flesh and blood and bones were deformed.
Wang Zijin’s death left people with complex feelings; she was influenced by mental corrosion and did not become a madman out of personal will, but she had indeed nearly bombed hundreds of innocent passersby to death; her behavior inspired fear and anger.
Sad sympathy and the pleasure of deserved death—two conflicting emotions lingered in the heart of everyone present.
Yu Lianyun did not let this emotion ferment for too long; she looked at Li Duojin beside her, “What we currently know is that Zheng Yu, Wang Kui Shan, and Wang Zijin and her father—their sacrificer knowledge and beliefs can be inherited and shared; Wang Zijin shared part of her father’s memory, knowing that once a woman in an evening gown appeared and guided her father to step into Jinma Mountain. It’s just a pity that we cannot know what that woman really looked like or what her identity was.”
While everyone was immersed in a heavy atmosphere, Li Duojin did not speak; he silently extended his hand toward the twisted corpse separated by a wall and gripped the void.
Seeing this, Yu Lianyun’s heart suddenly pounded wildly, a strong sense of crisis surging into her heart; although she didn’t know what Li Duojin did, she was certain he had done something dangerous, and she immediately shouted vigilantly to everyone: “Everyone cover your ears and get down, face the floor; before I speak, maintain the position and ignore all things!”
No one in the Mysterious Group present dared disobey Yu Lianyun’s words; this was not just because Yu Lianyun held a high position with great authority, but also because her current title “Harbinger of Ill Omen” had already spread widely within the Mysterious Group.
You might not know who Yu Lianyun is, but absolutely do not ignore her warnings and serious orders.
Her inspiration intensity had become eerily far beyond human limits, making her extremely sensitive to crises about to befall those around her; sometimes she was like the harbinger of the god of death—even if she couldn’t foresee exactly what would happen, bad things would certainly occur; those who once disregarded her kind reminders and orders either died or were maimed.
Therefore, now whenever the Mysterious Group goes on a mission and Yu Lianyun is present, she is always positioned in command or advisory roles; at moments of desperate situation, the leader will directly step down and let Yu Lianyun temporarily lead the team.
If some sudden terror event occurs, the entire Mysterious Group must obey Yu Lianyun’s orders at the first moment, no matter how strange the orders; the stranger they are, the more dangerous it may be—when having no clue, following Yu Lianyun’s orders is the best way to survive… This rule has even been included in the organization’s regulations by the Mysterious Group’s top brass.
Everyone got down, listening to Yu Lianyun’s slightly panicked order just now; people covering their ears and prostrating on the ground only felt their blood accelerating in flow, hearts pounding, fear quietly creeping onto their bodies.
What kind of crisis had Captain Yu sensed to make her so panicked, but… where did this sudden danger come from?
Everyone immediately thought of the interrogation room; Wang Zijin’s eerie, twisted corpse was still shriveled and lying in that sealed room—such an eerie death method wouldn’t have turned out like this without anomalous power influence; if anywhere was most likely to produce anomaly factors, it had to be there.
Then, a scream composed of complex sounds like mountain winds and tsunami waves crashing ashore drilled directly into everyone’s brain like a thin line, clear and audible, more painful and terrifying than a flesh worm gnawing the brain; that sound seemed to strip away everyone’s life.
Hearing this sound, those who had intended to sneak a glance at the interrogation room situation immediately dispelled their death-wish ideas and deeply regretted their bold thoughts.
Lying on the floor, everyone saw the room flickering light and dark, followed by an earthquake-like shaking. Many fragile items shattered, and sounds of things being flung around were incessant.
This anomaly lasted no more than two minutes, but to everyone present, it felt like two centuries had passed.
This volume’s story has been targeted; I’ll try to finish writing it quickly—enjoy it while it lasts （sadness）
