Scarlet Descent-Chapter 37 - Corrupted Monster

Pain!

Headache!

Countless nightmares flooded into his mind, bringing bloody scenes and whispers. Wei Wei sometimes felt as if he were on the execution stand, repeatedly enduring tortures that even the fears in nightmares couldn't match. At other times, he felt as if he were kneeling before an endless sea of blood, looking at a world with no color but crimson, helplessly beating himself and weeping bitterly.

He traveled through one red dream after another, with no end in sight.

He saw strange and fantastic scenes, feeling as if he were in them, yet also as if watching from afar.

A heavy fog seemed to linger around him constantly.

Red fog that seemed like it would never disperse in ten thousand years, with the smell of blood constantly invading his nostrils.

Countless gazes were watching him, making every pore on his body uncomfortable. But when he suddenly turned to look at those gazes, he only saw broken bodies lying helplessly on both sides. Occasionally, he saw a pair of eyes, but they were already dim, with only the lifeless facial muscles pulling into an upturned corner of the mouth.

Wei Wei walked here, walked on, already very tired, but couldn't see an end.

Something seemed to be building up in his chest—more and more, almost bursting.

"Tick" "Tock" "Tick" "Tock"

Until a clear yet seemingly very distant clock-ticking sound arose. It came from deep in the fog, seemingly unreachable, yet the sound was right by his ear, occupying all his hearing and suppressing the endless whispers.

Wei Wei's mood suddenly stabilized strangely, slowly extracting himself from the endless nightmare, feeling the breath of the real world, feeling the solid support of something real beneath him. Then, everything in the dream began to fade away quickly, leaving only faint traces that were almost invisible. Slowly opening his eyes, he only saw the bright walls and a dim light bulb.

He had slept with the lights on again all night.

Wei Wei stared blankly for a while, rubbing his temples as he sat up from the sofa and lightly tapping his head.

He had drunk too much.

Who would have thought that Sister Lucky, such a delicate and beautiful woman, would have the capacity of a wine barrel.

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No, a wine well.

He had originally intended to get her drunk, but ended up getting drunk himself.

One really can't underestimate any strong career woman—especially the kind who doesn't spare her boss's face...

Carefully recalling what happened yesterday, Wei Wei had even forgotten many details.

Vaguely, he remembered feeling certain that good luck would descend, then driving the sports car around the city, seeming quite impatient, touring the entire city in no time, but seeing nothing. In the end, he came back very disappointed, remembering feeling quite frustrated at last, wanting to take off the underwear and return it to Sister Lucky, that big liar...

Thank goodness!

He was usually a very rational person.

Rational even when drunk.

So he didn't do such an impolite thing—he just came back to sleep.

While reproaching himself for underestimating Sister Lucky's alcohol capacity yesterday, he quickly got up.

Looking at the time, he was already over an hour late.

This would lead to a serious consequence—missing the team's breakfast!

While changing clothes and washing up, there seemed to be some thoughts in his mind, his eyes sweeping toward the door.

He also edged to the window, looking down at the busy street.

He felt slightly disappointed.

There were no signs of someone breaking into the door.

Outside the window, there was also no one sneakily watching him or aiming a sniper rifle at him.

It seems these lucky underwear aren't all that great after all...

Complaining inwardly, Wei Wei entered the bathroom, took a shower with a splash, then threw SpongeBob aside and put on his own neatly folded underwear as usual. Only then did he comfortably change into his clothes. While drying his hair, he walked back to the living room, thinking that apart from disliking the pattern and style, the main concern was that underwear bought from small stalls might fade in color.

Just as he was thinking this, suddenly, a ghastly howl rang out in the room—extremely startling in the quiet space. It was shrill, miserable, eerie, and evil. If it were someone more timid, they might have been scared into a heart attack in an instant.

The piercing cries rang out continuously, as if this red room had suddenly turned into hell.

Wei Wei turned his head sharply and took a few quick steps.

He picked up his phone: "Hello?"

The moment the piercing howl stopped, Uncle Gun's somewhat anxious voice came through: "Little Wei, why haven't you come to the team?"

"Huh?"

Wei Wei panicked a bit.

The one time he was late in the morning in the month since he arrived, the team's senior member called to urge him?

"Alright, don't come to the office today, come directly to the Mental Sanatorium in District 7..."

"There's an urgent matter, we're waiting for you here."

"..."

"Mental Sanatorium?"

Wei Wei was stunned for a moment—had his true evaluation from the training camp been exposed so quickly?

He quickly put on his jacket and went downstairs, got into Sister Lucky's sports car, floored the accelerator, and drove straight towards District 7.

District 11 is located in the northern part of the city, where the terrain is undulating with several low mountains. The Mental Sanatorium is built halfway up the mountain, with few buildings around, surrounded by green patches; the environment is quite nice. Wei Wei drove up along the small road, and from afar he could see police cars parked at the entrance of the sanatorium, with people in police uniforms guarding the door. He immediately realized something had happened, and they weren't here to admit him.

If they wanted to admit him, they would at least send an action team, right?

That's how the instructor did it back then...

...

"Mr. Wei from the Environmental Protection Office? Please follow me."

At the entrance, a young lady in a white nurse uniform was waiting.

Seeing Wei Wei arrive in such a flashy car, her pupils flickered slightly, but she professionally hid the surprise on her face. After confirming his identity, she stepped forward to shake his hand, then immediately led him into a building.

They went straight to the second-floor corridor, and from afar they could see Captain Ouyang, Uncle Gun, and a group of people in white coats, as well as someone wearing a high-ranking police inspector armband—all standing in front of a room, their faces extremely solemn, with traces of confusion. Realizing the problem was somewhat serious, Wei Wei hurriedly put on a slightly guilty expression and quickly walked in front of Captain Ouyang, about to stand at attention and salute.

"Captain..."

"..."

But before his hand could be raised, Captain Ouyang grabbed it, anxiously saying: "Small place, what salute... Come quickly and take a look. Have you seen this kind of situation before?"

"..."

"What?"

Wei Wei was brought to the reinforced glass door at the entrance of the ward and peered inside through the small window.

Looking in, he was slightly shocked.

It was called a ward, but it was actually a converted warehouse, with the surrounding walls covered in thick plastic film.

In this not-small warehouse, it seemed a bit crowded, with dozens of people either sitting or standing inside. Some were wearing patient gowns, while others were still in casual clothes, seemingly brought here in an emergency without time to change.

At first glance, there were men and women, old and young.

Whether in temperament or dress, they all looked completely different, but what was the same was their behavior.

Every person had a dazed look in their eyes, moving sluggishly, as if soulless, slowly wandering around the warehouse. They would take a step, then tilt their heads—as if thinking about something, but immediately forgetting what they were thinking about—and continue walking. When they reached the wall, they would gently bump their heads against it. Occasionally, extremely short phrases would be mumbled from their mouths:

"Make big money..."

"Watch the kids..."

"Dropped again..."

"Rich bastard..."

"..."

"What's going on here?"

Wei Wei was somewhat surprised. This looked like a room full of mental patients, all with uniform symptoms.

"Little Wei, have you seen similar symptoms before?" Captain Ouyang asked Wei Wei in a low voice, his face very serious.

"No."

Wei Wei immediately shook his head: How would he have seen this? He wasn't that kind of person.

"Don't rush to conclusions..."

Captain Ouyang slowly shook his head, walking slowly to Wei Wei's side, his palm pressing against the wall of the room.

"Abstract essence..."

He spoke softly, and under his brown toad glasses, stripes like data flashed across his pupils.

The next moment, Wei Wei felt faint whispers dispersing—an invisible force spreading out, extending throughout the entire ward. When he looked inside through the small window again, he couldn't help but feel a slight shock in his heart, with a flash of joy quickly disappearing from his face.

The ward had changed. The patients were still there, wearing the same clothes, wandering dazedly in the ward, but now you could see that the back of each person's head was missing a large chunk, revealing fresh red blood and pale brain matter, dripping messily. The edges of the wounds were jagged and protruding, looking... as if they had been viciously bitten by some wild beast.

Or as if some hand had reached in and stirred vigorously.

"This..."

Wei Wei's eyes suddenly lit up slightly. He leaned closer to the window, carefully looking at the wounds on the back of those people's heads.

He looked very carefully, his Adam's apple involuntarily moving.

"Little Wei, you've stayed in the training camp for a long time. Have you ever seen demonic power that would make people like this?"

Captain Ouyang's expression was solemn, looking at Wei Wei with some expectation.

Wei Wei carefully stared at the backs of those people's heads, watching them walk around with heads that were almost emptied of brain matter, yet still moving sluggishly like living people—like a group of walking corpses wandering in this ward.

After a long while, he unconsciously glanced at his own crotch.

Turning his head to look at Captain Ouyang, he nodded slightly and said: "Knowledge Demon system, corrupted monster, soul-devouring banshee."