Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 296 Shifting the Blame East
That night.

The gloomy darkness swallowed up the light of all the mine lamps on the streets of Black Vortex Town. The torrential rain pressed heavily on the ground, and the puddles gradually widened. The water flowing into the central lake and sea of ​​Black Vortex Town seemed to be about to cause a flash flood, and the ground was full of puddles that were sometimes deep and sometimes shallow.

After the sun set, in the dark world, the torrential rain had somehow drowned out everything that was happening in Black Vortex Town.

In the only hospital in the city, Fors stared blankly at the strange plants growing rampantly in the obstetrics and gynecology director's office. She didn't run away; it seemed her brain had shut down, and she was no longer able to think about anything.

In the break room next to the office of the head of obstetrics and gynecology, a pregnant woman was lying stiffly on the operating table. The head of obstetrics and gynecology, wearing transparent gloves, was holding a sharp scalpel and cutting into the pregnant woman's abdomen.

The pregnant woman neither dodged nor avoided the situation; she simply stared blankly at the ceiling with a dazed expression, chuckling foolishly.

Blood gurgled from the pregnant woman's belly, staining the sheets, hands, clothes, and scalpel. The blood didn't congeal; instead, it seemed to have found fertile ground for growth. From the cut open belly, one spiral-patterned mushroom after another emerged and thrived.

The mushroom with spiral patterns grew wildly. When the mycelium touched the doctor's scalpel, it tightly wrapped around it and then quickly grew into a mushroom, which once again became a mushroom with a strange spiral patterned cap.

Under the pregnant woman's bed, where the doctor held a scalpel, wherever the blood from the woman's abdomen was cut open and seeped through, mushrooms grew in abundance, turning into a mushroom jungle.

When Fors saw this scene, he was completely numb. It wasn't just the dizziness caused by his constantly decreasing mental strength, but also the bloody scene in front of him that made Fors feel physically uncomfortable.

Although she wasn't a novice in the world of mysticism, the explicit content made Fors feel extremely disgusted.

"It's food..."

"It's food..."

"Food...food...food—!"

The door to the obstetrics and gynecology director's office was being pounded on. The pregnant women who should have been in their own wards waiting to give birth were now frantically banging on the office door, trying to break it down. They were shouting "food!" and "midnight snack!" as they repeatedly rammed their bodies against the already flimsy office door.

This door won't last much longer.

Anderson glanced at Fors, who was standing there dumbfounded, and quickly made a decision.

He grabbed Fors by the collar and pulled him backward.

Even now, having witnessed this unbelievable and disgusting thing at the same time, and both losing 20 points of mental energy, Anderson is still in much better condition than Fors.

Anderson, whose experience, knowledge, skills, sequence, and methods were far superior to Fors, a Sequence 9 apprentice, maintained a basic level of rationality even when faced with something that caused his mental state to plummet.

"Leave here first and meet up with Moretti."

A dagger had appeared in his hand without him noticing, and Anderson turned and kicked open the door to the director's office.

The door collapsed backward, pinning down the frenzied pregnant woman outside and revealing countless patterned mushrooms growing from the blood within. In an instant, the sweet aroma of the mushrooms and the stench of blood seemed to stimulate the pregnant woman outside, causing her strength to suddenly increase dramatically.

They seemed ready to lift the door off the ground any second, rush in, tear apart the inconvenient Anderson and Fors, and devour the delicious, appetizing food on the ground.

But Anderson didn't give the pregnant women that chance. His eyes narrowed, and he strode forward. With one kick, the door that was still pressing down on the pregnant women sank several centimeters further, making it seem as if the pregnant women's eyes were about to bulge out. They were so crushed that they had no strength to resist.

Seeing this scene, Anderson did not hesitate at all. Before the remaining uncontrolled pregnant women could step forward, his body seemed to transform into a fiery red spear, instantly slicing through the maternity ward corridor, pulling the stunned and dazed Fors to the stairs at the other end of the corridor.

"Walk."

Fors was carried by Anderson, staggering down the stairs. Amidst the loud cries of "Hey hey—!" from the nurses on the first floor behind them, they rushed into the rain without looking back and disappeared into the torrential rain of the night.

With Fors on Anderson's shoulder, she raised her head, her eyes seemingly piercing through the walls, and saw a group of pregnant women filing into the damaged chief physician's office, where Anderson had vandalized it. They were voraciously chewing on something that was growing wildly from another pregnant woman's body—something resembling a mushroom, but with a swirling cap.

"Delicious...delicious...so delicious...hahaha, this is the best and most nutritious dinner tonight..."

With Anderson's arm around Fors's shoulder, the jolting caused her stomach to cramp, and she couldn't hold it in any longer, vomiting right there in the pouring rain.

Anderson's expression changed slightly, but he still didn't throw Fors out directly.

He sped away into the night at an extraordinary speed.

In the torrential rain, a figure was also running at breakneck speed through a dark intersection without streetlights, followed by a bunch of deformed, boneless, worm-like "humans".

Let's rewind a few hours.

Seeing the face that Klein had just seen in the huge basin, now writhing strangely like a snail trying to break free from its house, reaching out its hands and calling out "Klein's" name.

The scene was so shocking that Klein, suppressing the urge to vomit after his mental energy was instantly reduced by 20, raised his gun expressionlessly.

The revolver was precisely aimed at the monster in the giant basin, and then Klein pulled the trigger without hesitation. With several "bangs," bullets were poured into the snail-like monster without restraint.

The bright yellow bullets flew through the air and entered the monster's body without it noticing. With a shrill scream, several bloody holes appeared on the snail monster that had been living in the giant basin in front of Klein.

Blood gurgled out of the bloody hole, and the twisted, grotesque monster dragged its seemingly boneless body, its hands continuing to reach towards Klein.

It is not dead yet; it is terrifyingly tenacious.

"Klein...why...why did you...hit...Mom...Klein..."

"sun."

Klein held a handful of powder in his hand. The powder shone brightly in the dark kitchen, as warm as the sun.

That was the "Sunwell Ore Powder" he found in the room of this identity. Sunwell Ore is an excellent spellcasting material, and also a superior offering in ritual magic corresponding to the solar domain, symbolizing "purification," "expulsion," "destruction," and "light." It can generate more powerful ritual magical feedback more quickly in ritual magic.

Having performed the corresponding ritual magic beforehand and transformed the spellcasting materials into "talismans" that could be carried on one's person and whose effects would not diminish within half an hour, but would gradually decrease after half an hour, Klein dared to venture out alone to explore this obviously problematic map.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have so rashly walked out of his room with a revolver; he would have run away long ago.

"Klein—!"

The sunlight flashed and exploded in the dark and cramped kitchen. The monster that had stretched its hand out of the huge basin could only let out a final lament in the afterglow of the sun. Its body, which had been pierced with several large holes, finally turned into ashes after being scorched by the sun.

After the blinding sunlight faded, Klein, holding the candle, finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"Indeed, although on the surface the concept of 'vortex' does not have any dark or evil characteristics, meaning that the ritual magic of the solar realm cannot have a great impact on the concept of 'vortex', the monster that becomes a vortex can be purified and exorcised by the solar pathway."

"After all, this place, which is similar to a game instance, shouldn't have any useless items."

When Klein saw a small amount of familiar Sunwell powder in his room, he immediately thought of using ritual magic from the Sun Realm to try to expel, harm, or even kill these monsters.

And now, it's clear that he has succeeded.

It has to be said that sometimes using the same game strategy can actually give him a significant advantage.

After the last rays of sunlight had faded and the monster in the basin was no longer moving, Klein walked over, holding his revolver which had already fired several shots.

After seeing that only a pile of ashes remained in the huge basin, which had been burned clean, Klein put away his revolver.

"Phew, thankfully there wasn't any plot involving a double attack, otherwise I would have had to fire a few more shots."

The items that can be carried in the "Profession Ritual Magic Level Test" are quite limited. For example, "Level 2" sealed items and "Level 1" sealed items are out of the question and won't even get in. Only things like candles and revolvers with little "attack power" can be brought in, and even then, the number is quite limited.

After this round of facing the monster head-on, Klein finally understood why a revolver, which could still pose a certain threat to mid-to-low-sequence Beyonders, was rated as an item without "offensiveness".

Because the things here simply cannot be killed by ordinary means!
After counting what he still had, just as Klein was about to step forward to check other areas and search for any other useful clues, several extremely faint breaths came from the dark corridor outside the kitchen.

“Klein…”

“Klein…”

Where are you, Klein?

Upon hearing that familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar voice, Klein's breath caught in his throat. He instinctively rushed to the kitchen doorway, grabbed a candle, and shone it outside—

A dozen or so huge washbasins were placed in the empty, dark, and cramped corridor at some unknown time.

From each of those enormous basins emerged thin, long arms that seemed to have no joints, exactly the same as the ones Klein had dealt with in the kitchen by a handful of Sunwell powder!
"So, you were here..."

As if sensing the presence of strangers, a head popped out from one of the basins.

Klein looked closely and realized that the head illuminated by the candle was the same person he had seen at that strange funeral not long ago, comforting his "mother" who had turned into a monster.

The dozen or so basins here contain the relatives of "Mom" and "Uncle".

They, too, became part of the "vortex".

escape!
With only this one thought in his mind, Klein slammed the door shut behind him after the monsters discovered him.

He didn't have much Sunwell Ore Powder left, and the remaining Sunwell Ore Powder was definitely not enough to deal with the monsters in front of him!

Klein no longer cared whether there were any other useful clues here. He suddenly lunged forward, and before the monsters could push open the kitchen door behind him, Klein's body smashed through the kitchen window and fell into the torrential rain.

In the rainy night, Klein ran forward with all his might. He had already extinguished the candle and stuffed it into his pocket. The old notebook, whose words had been neatly arranged by ritual magic, lay quietly in Klein's arms.

“Klein…”

“Klein…”

"Don't go, Klein..."

“Klein, become part of us, Klein, we are all children of the Stars, Klein…”

Who are the children of your so-called "Stars"?!
Klein ran at breakneck speed, but the sounds behind him didn't get farther away; instead, they got closer and closer.

Klein acted decisively, flicking out some Sunwell powder to cool his back.

He turned his head and gasped, then quickened his pace.

Behind him, several snake-like creatures with human heads, twisted and deformed limbs, and no bones were chasing after him.

Klein was already cursing under his breath. As a logistics worker, Klein knew that his physical strength absolutely could not sustain him for long.

So we need to find a way to get rid of them, or to eliminate them altogether!

When flames suddenly rose in the distance, pointing the way, Klein paused slightly. He gritted his teeth, took a few steps, and ran towards the hospital.

(End of this chapter)