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A living creature, cutting off one of its shoulders?

To drill a ventilation duct?

What kind of determination... or madness does that take!

"hiss......"

Even the butcher gasped in shock; this opponent, who combined rationality and madness, was far too formidable.

With just one sentence, everyone's gaze was drawn to the same vent on the ceiling.

Fortunately.

The baffle was intact, even the screws were still there.

"Phew... nothing came from our side."

One of the Viper team members breathed a sigh of relief.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized what he meant:

"...No, that means that thing went out through another vent and is now wandering around this floor!"

"Shut up!"

Chi Lian glared at him impatiently.

Do you even need to tell me?

The red light in Kemira's prosthetic eye began to flash again:

"I am analyzing the ventilation duct structure of this floor based on the building layout."

"A conservative estimate... suggests at least 337 exits."

She reported the data seriously.

"If the target moves inside, the next exit is unpredictable."

In other words...

They had to be careful of every ventilation opening, as they could be attacked at any time.

"However, no heat source signal has been detected in the area so far, so the target may have died somewhere."

That being said.

The crowd instinctively huddled together, some staring at the doorway, others at the ventilation vents overhead.

"Don't be afraid!"

Sean's forehead was shiny.

"If anyone comes out, I'll slap them to death!"

He spoke harshly, but his body betrayed him as he leaned closer and closer to the captain. Then he turned his head and saw...

With Ivan, Klaus, and Esting now surrounding them, they almost completely isolated Renyi from the world.

"..."

Unable to bear it any longer, he shoved them one by one.

"Stand back, you can't see it!"

The air vents in this room haven't been touched, which is quite strange.

Logically speaking, if the thing locked in the opposite room is something you just want to get out of, then the best option is to use the nearest exit.

But he didn't.

Louis also thought of this.

He held his most comfortable composite bow in his hand, his brow furrowed.

"Mr. Renyi, why don't you think... he'll come out of this room?"

Is it that they can't, or that they don't want to?

Or does he have other goals?

"Who knows?"

After thinking for a moment, he took a flashlight out of his bracelet, tapped it in his palm, and then aimed it at the vent:

"Maybe it's socially awkward and thinks there are too many of us?"

"Smack."

The beam of light was projected deep into the ventilation opening.

At the very end of the beam of light... a deathly pale face was revealed!

His skin was smooth, his eyes were wide open, almost forming a perfect circle, his pupils were shrunk to pinpoints, and his two rows of serrated teeth smiled joyfully, his cheekbones puffed up from the corners of his mouth.

This face...

It appeared so abruptly in the light, as if it had mischievously hidden there, waiting to be discovered!

"!"

Everyone who witnessed it felt their heart stop for a moment.

And that face moved the moment it appeared!

"Aim!"

"Fire!"

But just as everyone was aiming...

"Smack."

The entire floor, all the lighting, including the light from any flashlight in someone's hand, went out at the same time.

"Crunch... crunch..."

"It's getting closer!"

"Bang!"

The baffle was squeezed out of shape, and the screws flew off.

"Don't fire indiscriminately."

In the complete darkness, apart from the sounds overhead, there was only the steady, arbitrary command:

In the blink of an eye, Aurora acted without hesitation.

The nun clasped her hands together in prayer.

A holy white light shone from the darkness, and a vibrant energy mercifully enveloped the ugly and crippled unidentified creature in the ventilation duct.

"Crunch..."

The chilling rubbing sound abruptly stopped!

Just as everyone was still in shock...

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

The light strip flickered a few times and then lit up again.

A head was sticking out of the vent in the ceiling, where a screw still hung, and facing them was that distorted face.

His eyes were still wide open, as if they were about to separate from their sockets, but his maniacal smile now looked incredibly stiff and comical...

Because his healed shoulder had trapped him firmly in the narrow vent.

They can't get out, and they can't go back.

It could only be hung there, like a well-made Halloween prop.

"Pfft..."

The contrast was so great that before they even had time to feel fear, they were already switched to the comedy channel, and several people with low thresholds for laughter couldn't help but chuckle.

Unexpectedly, amidst the laughter of the crowd, the monster's stiff smile twitched unnaturally, and its wide-open eyes slowly filled with moisture!

"Clatter".

Two large teardrops dripped from her eyes and fell to the ground.

This time, no one was laughing.

"No... how come this monster is still..."

"Whoa!"

"...She cried..."

"Waaaaah~waaaah~waaaah~!!!"

About twenty people stared in disbelief at the horrifying head, its enormous mouth filled with jagged teeth howling at the top of its lungs.

The cry was both loud and clear.

If you didn't have to look at her face, you'd feel incredibly wronged. In the small room, it was almost like surround sound, with an effect not much worse than in the bathroom.

Ivan's gloating smile hadn't even faded when he awkwardly scratched his head, looking somewhat at a loss for what to do.

Why... do I suddenly feel a little guilty?

Chi Lian felt the same way:

"Me too......"

"Don't be careless."

Klaus took a half-step back in disgust, as if afraid his tears would splash on him:

"It might be some kind of mind manipulation technique!"

Nathan then pulled out his notebook with great interest.

"I don't think so. I don't feel anything. It's probably just expressing emotions. It seems to be of a high species level."

As they spoke, the crying continued, growing louder and louder.

After observing for a while, I figured this might be a person, so I waved to him and then took out the employee card I found on the third floor and handed it to him.

"Stop crying?"

But the guy didn't buy it at all, and his tears flowed even more profusely.

Sean scratched his itchy ear in annoyance and raised his fist, which was as big as a sandbag:

"If you cry again, I'll drag you out and feed you to the sharks!"

Threats are also ineffective.

"Or should we just kill him?"

"No, we finally caught one that poses no threat, we need to investigate it thoroughly!"

I can recall the words smeared in blood on the wall at will.

HAHA, LOL, PLAY...

When I first saw it, I only felt it was eerie and terrifying, the work of a madman. But now, considering its direct behavior, it seems more like a child.