Chapter 148

The elevator was still working, and what's more, it was conveniently parked on their floor, which made Fatty feel uneasy.

But before he could say anything, a "ding" sound echoed as the seemingly dilapidated elevator doors creaked open.

Instantly, Fatty grabbed the doctor and nearly took a dozen steps back, a completely subconscious reaction. But when the elevator doors fully opened, it was empty.

Fatty swallowed nervously. They hadn't even pressed the elevator button, so how had the doors opened on their own?

This was clearly an invitation into a trap. The other side knew they were coming and had already prepared an ambush for them.

Fatty's arm was grabbed, and the hand squeezed slightly. Jiang Cheng's voice calmed him down, "Don't worry, let's go meet them."

The elevator's interior was surprisingly spacious. Even with four people standing side by side, it wouldn't feel cramped. Jiang Cheng signaled Fatty to press the 1, 3, and 6 buttons, and the instant Fatty did, Jiang Cheng slammed his elbow hard on the alarm button at the back of the elevator.

It was a red button, protected by a layer of glass. As the glass shattered, the elevator suddenly shuddered, and then, carrying them both, slowly began to descend.

The descent took a long time, how long exactly Fatty didn't count. But the feeling was peculiar. He suddenly had a feeling of returning home, but on closer inspection, the people below were merely copies of them, created specifically to deal with them. The only link between them was the two words Shen Hong.

Those were not his family, and this was not a homecoming. They were going to kill people.

The promise the doctor made to Shao Tong still stood, but if those guys were looking for trouble, Wu wouldn't mind sending them off to be reincarnated.

Anyway, the doctor had only promised to bring them out and give them freedom, not necessarily to bring them out alive.

Bringing out corpses, scattering their ashes into the sea during high tide, wasn't that free enough? Going wherever they wanted.

Fatty suddenly froze, then shook his head violently. He didn't understand why he was thinking this way. This was clearly the doctor's way of thinking, not his own. He wasn't like this before.

Before he could react, the elevator shook again and finally stopped. As the elevator doors trembled open, the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Outside the doors was a expanse of white mist, visibility less than 5 meters. He could see the gray-black cement floor outside the elevator, and it felt like a large open space.

After observing quietly for a moment, the elevator doors suddenly began to shake, as if to say that if they didn't get out soon, it was going to close.

Jiang Cheng was the first to step out of the elevator, Fatty right behind him, his eyes darting around cautiously.

After walking forward for about half a minute, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from the mist to their side, staggering footsteps, as if drunk.

At the same time, a faint smell of blood wafted over. Soon, a figure stumbled out of the mist. It was a man, wearing black training clothes, his face and body covered in injuries. The most serious was his right arm; his right hand was completely severed at the wrist. Judging by the shape of the wound, it looked as if it had been torn off. Even with a tourniquet, blood was still flowing.

Seeing Jiang Cheng and the others, the man's eyes lit up. "You… are you three the rescue team sent down, right?"

Fatty was taken aback when he heard the man say three people, but he quickly realized that Wu had appeared behind him at some point.

Jiang Cheng nodded calmly. "That's right. Are you from the team that came down before?"

"Yes, my code name is Harrier. Our captain… the captain was killed by those monsters. It was terrible. All my teammates are dead. Our plan failed. We were attacked as soon as we came in. Only I… only I survived." The injured man's face, already pale from blood loss, became even more ghastly. His lips trembled, as if recalling a horrific scene.

"Don't worry, we're here to save you," Jiang Cheng said reassuringly. "By the way, do you know a route to avoid those monsters?"

"Yes, keep going along this path. It's the ventilation duct we came in through. We can leave from there." The man pointed ahead, his emotions clearly agitated at the thought of leaving.

Fatty looked in the direction the man was pointing and couldn't help but frown. That was where the mist was thickest, and who knew what kind of monsters were lurking inside.

But ever since Wu had appeared, Fatty's confidence had grown. He glanced at the injured man out of the corner of his eye. Wu hadn't come out sooner or later, but only after the man appeared. There was definitely something fishy about this.

Besides, this was the New Shen Hong headquarters. It would be difficult for a guy like this to survive until now.

So Fatty judged that the man in front of him was 90% fake.

But the doctor didn't say anything, and Fatty didn't mind playing along for a while. They needed to figure out the other side's purpose before making a move.

The injured man limped along, leading them forward. But strangely, he always stayed one or two steps behind them, at the back of the group, as if watching them, afraid they would run away.

The doctor walked forward normally, and Wu simply put his hands in his pockets. Neither of them seemed to care. Seeing this, Fatty felt that this was a sure thing.

Despite his limp, the man wasn't any slower than them. Soon they reached a place like the entrance to an alley, with gray cement walls on both sides. And from inside the alley, they could hear sounds.

Fatty perked up his ears. It sounded like someone was crying, but the sound was very unreal, barely audible, like a young child crying very sadly.

"Let's go in quickly. The exit is inside," the man urged.

This time, Jiang Cheng stopped acting and turned to look at Wu. "Give me some face. After all, I promised Shao Tong, today, if possible… try not to kill anyone."

Wu nodded, then turned to look at the injured man.

Fatty sensed a hint of impatience in Wu's eyes, which confirmed his suspicions.

Are you going to get lost on your own, or do we have to do it for you?

Fatty felt that if Wu were to speak, that would be the most fitting line.

But the injured man stuck close to Fatty, who was closest to him, with a terrified expression, as if afraid of being abandoned. "What do you mean by this? You can't leave me behind, I…"

The next second, Fatty's face changed, because he noticed that the injured man's severed hand had grown back at some point.

No, that wasn't right. It wasn't a hand. His entire arm was starting to deform, stretching like a rubber band, wrapping around his body.

"Hehehe…" The man raised his eyebrows, revealing an extremely sinister smile. His neck also stretched out, like a boneless snake.

Just as the man's excited tongue flicked out, about to lick Fatty's face, Wu raised his hand and slapped the man away.