Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 25 Now I have two spy ghosts
Is a ghost teaching me how to use the ghost eye?

When this thought popped into Yan Ming's mind, a sense of drama arose spontaneously.

Although this was a deduction, he felt it wouldn't hurt to give it a try. Perhaps the Ghost Eye ability really did have similar extensions?

Moreover, he had previously thought that Slender Man had deliberately saved him, and this situation now seems to explain things.

This monster didn't seem like the bloodthirsty type, but it did indiscriminately kill everyone in the previous laboratory.

Aside from the young doctor in front of me.

why?
Yan Ming certainly didn't think the young doctor was good at hiding, after all, he could sense the doctor's presence from a great distance, not to mention the Slender Man.

Do you know what was originally in ward number 7?

Yan Ming thought of the most likely reason for the murder, so he wrote it down in blood and then continued to add to it.

[You don't need to tell me, just say whether you know or not.]

Ward 7 is the room where Slender Man resides. It is completely empty, and the containment equipment was likely destroyed by him.

The young doctor paused for a moment, then shook his head rapidly, muttering to himself, "No, I don't know. I just transferred to the lab today. Dr. Zhang said I was very talented and offered me a promotion and a raise, so I came here. I only knew there were many experimental subjects here, but I didn't know they were so dangerous. I want to go home. I'll go home when it's light. I'll never come back..."

Yan Ming nodded slightly; now it was much clearer.

The people that Slender Man killed were all those who knew what tools could contain him and were considered threats to him.

People like Yan Ming and the young doctor, who are unaware of the specific containment devices, are thus protected from attack.

As for the old woman, she died because she was targeted by a fierce ghost, just like Yan Ming himself was almost killed by a fierce ghost.

However, this gave Yan Ming a bold idea.

Dr. Zhang must know about the containment object, right?
Doesn't that mean Dr. Zhang is also one of Slender Man's targets?

The enemy of my enemy can be used; perhaps we can use Slender Man's power to kill Dr. Zhang.

Where is the key to Ward 3?

Yan Ming wrote down new words, thinking that it would be even better if he could find the key to the coffin room.

"I...I don't know. They're in charge of the keys. I just arrived, and I haven't been learning for very long," the young man said tremblingly.

So Yan Ming stopped asking questions; he basically knew what was going on with this young man.

Yan Ming picked up a few documents from the ground at random and glanced at them. The contents of the documents were roughly related to "medical records," "reform plans," "behavior logs," and so on.

Secondly, Yan Ming also saw several documents marked "confidential," which vaguely mentioned some special research.

Dr. Zhang's team actively explored the brain structure of mental patients after they became "ghosts," and based on this, they established a large number of research projects on "ghosts and brains."

For example, by stitching together the ghost's brain, one can determine the changes in the ghost's abilities; or by using the waves of a resonant ghost to monitor the brain region of a virtual ghost, one can explore the underlying principles of these changes.

I must say, this doctor is quite talented.

After deliberately getting lost in the ghost realm, he didn't just drift through life aimlessly; he still managed to find his own path and make a name for himself.

It's just that the business is somewhat cruel.

However, in the eyes of these players, the people in the Ghost Realm are not people, but just NPCs.

Yan Ming quite approves of some of Dr. Zhang's ideas, such as using resonant ghosts to study ghosts, which is a very ingenious idea.

After the ghosts become ethereal, almost nothing can detect them, but the resonance waves of the resonance ghosts are one. The significance of this technology is comparable to Röntgen's discovery of X-rays.

If there were a Nobel Prize for paranormal research, Dr. Zhang should definitely be awarded one.

However, these documents are just the tip of the iceberg. Yan Ming knew that Dr. Zhang must have had a lot of research results over the years.

It may not be useful, but it can enhance his understanding of the various ghost settings. If all else fails, finding this information and inputting it into the doctor's ghost's brain database would also be very good.

He doesn't need to memorize it; the doctor ghost can memorize it. The ghost's memory ability is obviously stronger, and it can summarize information and apply it to other situations.

Follow me

Yan Ming left a message and then followed the bloodstains down the corridor into the quiet depths.

The young man hiding under the table paused for a moment, then peeked at the corpse that had left first, gritted his teeth, and followed it.

Compared to that ghost that kills anyone it sees, this "zombie" with a ghost eye on its forehead is obviously easier to talk to.

It was still a long time before dawn, and he didn't want to stay in this place hiding forever.

The laboratory was filled with ghosts, and the thought of it made him tremble.

"Wait, wait for me." The young man hurried after him and ran behind Yan Ming, saying, "Sir, sir, my name is Li Jiahao. I know the way here. You can go wherever you want."

The ghost-eyed corpse looked at Li Jiahao and continued writing: "What's inside the experimental area?"

“There are several operating rooms inside, as well as rooms for storing special instruments. The innermost room is Dr. Zhang’s collection room. My teacher told me not to go there, but I secretly peeked in and could see some special specimens soaking in a liquid I couldn’t recognize through the gap in the curtains.”

Li Jiahao recalled the situation at the time, saying whatever came to mind: "I could see some of the specimens clearly. They all had smooth cut surfaces, as if they had been cut off from some kind of monster."

specimen?

Yan Ming immediately became curious.

What does Dr. Zhang collect specimens for?
He had read the guy's diary, and from the unvarnished writing, he could easily glean insights into Dr. Zhang's psychology. He felt that the other man didn't seem like the kind of perverted dismemberment doctor.

Compared to the yandere-like artist's aura, Yan Ming's psychological portrait of Dr. Zhang should be that of a rather pragmatic researcher.

If we don't use NPCs for human experimentation.

Preserving and storing the limbs of ghosts, if only for the purpose of appreciation...

Yan Ming thought it was a bit foolish.

Ghosts often signify something uncontrollable, and even turning them into specimens doesn't mean they've completely lost their threat.

If it were to unexpectedly revive, the entire collection room would descend into chaos, and no normal person would invite such unnecessary trouble upon themselves.

Since it's not for aesthetic value, it's most likely for practical value.
Yan Ming realized that these were the limbs of a ghost, and that the ghost that Dr. Zhang was pretending to be was a ghost tailor with the ability to sew.

He initially thought it was just about stitching different ghosts together, but upon closer reflection, he realized he could also stitch his own body together with the limbs of a ghost.

A tailor mends clothes; a ghost tailor mends both humans and ghosts.

That makes perfect sense, doesn't it?
So, does this collection room actually serve as Dr. Zhang's backup arsenal?

A jigsaw puzzle appeared in Yan Ming's mind. The limbs of various ghosts gradually assembled onto Dr. Zhang's body like puzzle pieces, forming a huge, twisted, yet extremely intimidating ultimate ghost.

such as……

Hundred Demon Armor, Combine!
When this thought arose, Yan Ming realized the strategic significance of this collection room. Now that Dr. Zhang was not around, he had to do something.

Yes, I made a huge scene tonight, almost destroying his foundation and resources built up over so many years. Dr. Zhang must hate me to the core.

However, instead of immediately assembling the armor in the collection room, he gathered a lake of blood and jumped in.

why?
You can't just take a shower to calm down when your skin gets too hot, can you?

Based on the relationship between the blood, limbs, and the stitching of the ghost hand, Yan Ming had a vague idea of ​​what would happen next.

Young doctor Li Jiahao led the way, and the man and the corpse walked through the depths of the deserted underground experimental area. A strange smell in the air tickled the nose of the ghost-eyed corpse.

However, the brain of the body controlled by Yan Ming was dead, so it couldn't properly analyze what the smell here was. The corridor wasn't long or winding; it was basically a straight path leading to the end, with rooms on both sides resembling torture chambers. The metal instruments there were polished to a gleaming shine, and just looking at them was enough to send chills down your spine.

"boom."

The ghost-eyed corpse's footsteps echoed hollowly on the metal floor, but then became sticky, as if something was pulling at its feet.

Yan Ming turned his head and saw that the door to a small room was tightly closed, and a pool of blood was seeping out from the shadows below.

"Blood!" Li Jiahao jumped up in shock and retreated in fear.

Yan Ming didn't sense any supernatural presence, so he tried opening the door.

The door wasn't locked; he pulled it open with just a little force, revealing a huge sphere of corpses stitched together from seven or eight bodies.

The storage room wasn't very big. The doctors on the corpse sphere were squeezed inside in a twisted position, like a pot of half-cooked humans being scooped out with a spoon and then randomly stuffed into a square lunchbox.

It's considered claypot rice.

"Teacher? Ugh—" The visually shocking scene made Li Jiahao next to him vomit violently, but it seemed that he had already vomited enough before, so this time it was all acidic water.

Yan Ming glanced at him, suspecting that the man's medical license was fake.

Even if you're not a forensic doctor, you shouldn't be so fragile, right?

Or is it that phobia has this effect on them?
Does a rapid drop in sanity (Sanity) lead to a significant decrease in responsiveness?

Ghost Eye Corpse reached out and pulled at the corpses, discovering that although they were said to have been stitched together, the technique was very crude, like an imitation rather than an original.

It's not the skill of a ghost tailor.

Otherwise, even if this corpse ball doesn't call you "big brother," it should at least be a moving monster.

This shows Yan Ming's complete trust in the Ghost Tailor.

The current sphere of corpses can only be described as Slender Ghost's masterpiece of revenge.

It was retaliation, and also a provocation against Dr. Zhang.

Dr. Zhang's underground experimental zone used "stitching" as a means to create special monsters, and Slender Man naturally suffered countless torments.

Unlike other ghosts that act solely on instinct, its intelligence brought it even more torment.

Therefore, when escaping from prison, it doesn't mind giving the enemy a taste of their own medicine.

Not bad.

In that case, the probability that this ghost will help me deal with Dr. Zhang is almost 99%.

Yan Ming was overjoyed. After passing through the storeroom, the room inside was the collection room. Through the gap that Li Jiahao had mentioned, Yan Ming indeed saw the strange artifacts in the collection room.

It looks similar to the "monster containers" often seen in science fiction movies. They are liquid chambers as tall as a person, with special tubes connecting to indescribable biological tissues. Everything is immersed in a light green liquid.

Calling it biological tissue wouldn't be accurate; at least Yan Ming saw something resembling a giant scythe.

It looks like the legendary Grim Reaper's scythe, but it has a special sharpness all over the body, and the details are extremely fine, so it is obviously not made of metal.

It was completely black, more like a shadow.

Shadow Blade?
Yan Ming inexplicably thought of a game that had completely disappeared before its release due to a supernatural resurgence.

The abilities of strange creatures are usually highly related to their appearance, so the Shadow Scythe soaking in the special liquid is most likely associated with "sharpness" and "cutting".

Its form is that of a weapon (farm tool), so it is probably best suited for combat.

Its manifestation is likely to be a "shadow," even if the ghost eye corpse cannot be used directly, the seven nurse ghosts under its feet can use it.

A new ghost eye opened and stared intently at Li Jiahao to the side.

Yan Ming reached out and patted Li Jiahao on the shoulder. Li Jiahao subconsciously turned around and happened to meet the open ghost eye on the wall behind him. He was immediately startled.

"What is this?!" Li Jiahao felt an indescribable discomfort as he was stared at by the ghost eye. In the ghost eye's gaze, he felt as if he were completely naked and had no secrets whatsoever.

The malice in the ghost's eyes terrified him, and Li Jiahao couldn't help but swallow hard, asking, "What...what are you going to do?"

Yan Ming waved his hand, indicating that it was alright.

Li Jiahao is now one of the targets of the Spying Ghost, so it can open its ghost eyes around Li Jiahao at any time.

The ghost-eyed corpse then pulled Li Jiahao to the door of the collection room, reset the ghost eye, and opened it again from inside the door.

A crack appeared behind the door. Yan Ming used the ghost hand attached to his ghost eye to touch the lock on the collection room door, but he still couldn't open the door.

There is no way to open the collection room from the inside; it can probably only be opened from the outside with a key.

Yan Ming looked at the door lock. It wasn't a smart lock with a card swipe, but a regular, large, embedded iron lock that was just big enough to stop him.

It seems I'll have to try using my Ghost Eye ability to enter the collection room.

When in doubt, consult a wise and knowledgeable person.

Yan Ming switched back to Doctor Ghost, his perspective instantly returning to his original form inside the coffin, and then asked a question.

"Does the Spying Ghost possess an ability similar to spatial teleportation? If so, how can I use this ability to leave the coffin? Please provide the most reasonable solution, which must utilize supernatural abilities, not conventional physical methods, and must not damage the coffin as a whole."

Just like when he asked for the password last time, the doctor remained silent for a moment, then gave the answer slowly and mechanically in a hoarse voice:
"Eat the demon eye, control the demon eye to move to the forehead of the main body, and completely complete the demon transformation, just like the demon eye corpse."

eat?
Yan Ming was stunned. He realized that what the doctor ghost meant was definitely not eating the corpses of the survivors, but that his own body should eat the ghost eye.

The ghost eye that had locked onto him opened inside the coffin. He stared at the ghost eye for a moment, then gritted his teeth and swallowed it whole.

It had a cool and smooth texture, and as soon as it entered his mouth, it seemed to be going down his esophagus. Yan Ming panicked and focused his attention on controlling his body, trying to make the Ghost Eye flow backward.

You can't eat it, or it might turn into protein. You have to send it to the center of your forehead.

With his effort, the ghost eye shot upwards like a rocket, settling firmly on the Tianzhong acupoint, followed by a sharp pain.

As if his skull had been split open, Yan Ming's forehead opened a third vertical eye.

It was unusually agile, looking around in all directions.

At the same time, he felt his body temperature drop rapidly, and soon he was like a corpse of a survivor.

He switched his focus to the ghostly corpse at the entrance of the collection room, and manipulated one of the ghostly eyes to open from behind Li Jiahao, and then a pair of ghostly hands reached out from the crack.

The male corpse reached out and firmly grasped the ghostly hand extending from the crack, then pulled sharply.

Yan Ming felt the world spinning, and the next second he found himself at the door of the collection room, face to face with the corpse of the survivor.

Just like the old woman once pulled the body of a survivor out of a crack.

Now I have "two" spy ghosts.

Ha, voyeurism is a scourge!

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