Chapter 15 Water Droplets

"Drip."

There was the sound of water dripping in the room.

Although extremely faint, it was still caught by Jiang Cheng and Fatty against the backdrop of absolute silence.

The two of them looked in the direction of the dripping sound, towards a corner of the room that was dimly lit, as if shrouded in a layer of mist.

Jiang Cheng thought for a few seconds, then lifted his leg and walked over.

Fatty reached out his hand, as if to stop Jiang Cheng, but in the end, he didn't even touch Jiang Cheng's sleeve. He gritted his teeth and chose to follow.

One step, two steps...

Fatty's heart was in his throat.

As they got closer, he finally saw the source of the dripping sound. It was... a huge mahogany box.

The style was simple and old, with copper embedded in the four corners, probably at least several decades old.

In Fatty's memory, the last time he saw a similar box was when he was a child, at his grandmother's house in the countryside.

"Drip."

Another drop of water fell.

Moving his gaze down, a wooden frame was placed under the mahogany box, raising the box about 20 centimeters above the ground.

Fatty had sharp eyes and immediately spotted a pool of water under the wooden frame.

No, it wasn't water, but... a pool of blood!

A faint smell of blood wafted to his nose.

Having seen many big scenes, Fatty strangely didn't show much fear.

If Su Yu had locked them in the room, simply intending to scare them with a pool of blood, Fatty could totally accept it.

But... obviously not.

Just as Fatty's gaze shifted from the blood to the box, he happened to see a drop of blood seeping out from the bottom of the box and slowly dripping into the pool of blood.

Splashing up countless tiny droplets of blood.

"Drip."

Something was bleeding in the box...

Fatty stared intently at the box, swallowing hard, countless terrifying and bizarre images slowly unfolding in his mind.

But just as he was wavering, Jiang Cheng strode forward and neatly lifted the lid of the box.

Now Fatty could see clearly, and he couldn't help but gasp.

Inside... was Zhen Jianren.

No, it would be more accurate to say it was Zhen Jianren's corpse.

His limbs were twisted in irregular ways, as if he had been forced into it while completely unable to resist, one exposed arm broken at the joint.

But the most terrifying thing was Zhen Jianren's eyes.

His two eyes were gone, and the sockets had become two bloody holes, from which streams of fresh blood flowed along the corners of his eyes and the bridge of his nose, a truly horrifying sight.

Just like Li Yanwei, his eyes had also been dug out by Chen Yao.

"Doctor," Fatty said, shrinking his neck, his voice trembling, "why were the others' chins broken, but his eyes were dug out?"

After a long while, Jiang Cheng slowly said, "His eyes weren't dug out by Chen Yao."

"Huh?" Fatty was stunned for a moment, and he looked at Jiang Cheng in confusion. "Doctor, what are you saying..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Cheng reached into the box and grabbed one of Zhen Jianren's hands.

Fatty saw that his hand was covered in blood, clenched into a fist, and the fist was quite large, as if he was holding something inside.

Until... Jiang Cheng slowly pried open his fingers.

Fatty craned his neck curiously, but the next second, his face suddenly turned pale, as if all the blood had been drained from him.

He saw that Zhen Jianren's hand was holding... two milky white things.

They were... eyeballs!!

One of them slipped out mischievously, bounced up after hitting the ground, and rolled towards Fatty.

Finally, it bumped into Fatty's shoe with a "thud."

It stopped moving.

Fatty was so scared that he couldn't say a word. His first reaction was that his legs were weak, and he wanted to sit on the ground.

But his remaining rationality warned him that if he fell to the ground, he might crush the eyeballs of Brother Zhen Jianren.

Fatty, who was shivering all over, actually survived this scare without making a sound or any extra movements.

"He... he did it himself with his hands..."

Staring at Zhen Jianren's hand, Fatty felt that his cognitive limits had been subverted. He couldn't imagine what kind of monsters his nominal teammates were in this mission.

Too terrifying...

Zhen Jianren, Yu Wen, Zhang Yinyin...

The pure Fatty among them was like a little lamb, although he had a physical advantage, his intelligence, experience, and ruthlessness were no match for them.

He suddenly thought of something and immediately turned to look at Jiang Cheng, finding that the latter was examining the only remaining eyeball in his hand.

When Fatty noticed that Jiang Cheng was occasionally squeezing it like a stress ball, he almost suffocated.

A thought suddenly popped into his mind:

If those teammates were terrifying monsters, then... what was the doctor?

This was the man who had arranged those monsters so clearly!

Not to mention others, just take this unlucky kid Zhen Jianren. When he came, he liked to play petty tricks, which the doctor discovered, and then he was targeted and beaten throughout the whole process.

First, he was so scared by a broken coin that he couldn't sleep all night, and then a blood-red handprint twice the size was drawn on his door, and he was even rumored to have been painted by a female ghost.

He swallowed and glanced at Zhen Jianren in the cabinet with a sympathetic look, who didn't even have the chance to die peacefully. He suddenly felt that this person was quite pitiful.

His aptitude seemed pretty good, but unfortunately, he ran into the doctor.

Just as Fatty inadvertently glanced at Zhen Jianren's blood-stained hand, his eyes suddenly couldn't move away. The fingers of that hand trembled slightly.

Fatty just opened his mouth, not even having time to remind Jiang Cheng.

The next second, that hand suddenly shot up and tightly clasped Jiang Cheng's wrist.

"Doctor!" Fatty warned loudly.

Jiang Cheng also seemed to be shocked by this scene, standing still in place.

Under Fatty's indescribable fear, Zhen Jianren in the box actually moved his body and slowly stood up in an unbelievable way.

Fatty had a flash of inspiration, swung the mineral water bottle in his hand, and smashed it towards the "resurrected" Zhen Jianren.

It seemed that... Zhen Jianren, who had turned into a ghost, was Su Yu's trump card...

He just didn't know how he did it.

This strike was incredibly accurate, hitting Zhen Jianren's blood-stained head, making a "thump" sound.

But after all, it was just a mineral water bottle, and its power was limited, only able to make his body sway.

Zhen Jianren opened his mouth, and the bloody tears flowing from his two empty eye sockets poured into his mouth.

Just as Fatty thought he was about to bite down and end the doctor's legendary career, an unusually hoarse, yet blood-bubbling sound rang out.

"Save me!" Zhen Jianren, who had stood up, said painfully, "I'm not dead yet... cough cough... I... I'm still alive!!"

He kept coughing up blood bubbles from his mouth. In the dark, unknown environment, coupled with such a scene and such a sound, it was impossible to think calmly.