Chapter 138 Ode to Joy
"Grandpa, Grandpa, your grandson called you..."
Lin En: (｀へ′) I’m enjoying eating melons! Who’s calling me again?
Why is it Ye Fan again! ?
"Ahem, what's the matter, Commander Ye? Why didn't you use Deputy Commander Zuo's phone to call me this time?"
"...Are you still in Cangnan?"
"Here, what's wrong?"
"It's just right. I'm going to work overtime. There's a mysterious incident in the neighboring Beimang City that the stationed team can't solve."
"No, it's impossible to work overtime!"
"Besides, isn't this the job of the Masked Team? They won't pay me if I go there..."
"The [Masked] team has other things to do. Are you sure you don't want to go?" Ye Fan's tone was not angry, but full of teasing.
"Sure, sure and sure!"
"is it?"
"Klein, the young leader in the PR world, the rising star, the Shaoluo killer, Lin... You don't want that poster to be seen by all the night watchmen in Daxia, do you?"
"........."
"Ye Fan, I'm gonna beep you, you big beep..."
"Wasn't that poster torn to pieces by my brother's sword energy? How come you still have it?"
"In remembrance of this!?"
"No, I took the photo secretly for my collection. So, are you going or not?"
"At public expense?"
This was Lynn's last act of stubbornness.
"At public expense."
On the other end of the phone, Ye Fan was sitting in the commander-in-chief position of the Night Watch, tasting one of the few Wuyishan Dahongpao.
"Don't push Lin Sijiu too far, or he'll suffer for the rest of his life!"
.........
At the same time, the outer ring of Beimang City.
An abandoned hospital building looked particularly eerie in the night. The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds, and the waist-high weeds swayed in the night wind, making rustling sounds, like whispers hidden in the darkness.
But in front of this strange ward, a long line was moving forward.
Wrapped in a black robe, with a bright candle leading the way!
"Goddess of Joy,
Holy and beautiful,
The brilliant light shines upon the earth,
We are filled with passion.
Come to your temple..."
The black-robed believers walked and sang loudly.
This is an ode to joy.
And among them, a figure disguised as a believer was following the black-robed believers into this ruin filled with a strange atmosphere.
The door of the ward was shaky, and the rust formed strange patterns on the door, as if it was some kind of evil spell. Walking into the hospital lobby, dust filled the air, and worn-out chairs and broken stretchers were placed randomly.
The disguised person followed into the ward and quietly revealed his watch from under his black robe. There was a miniature camera on the cover of the watch, which was closely following the ceremony.
Inside the hospital building,
The exterior of the building is a dilapidated gray, with paint peeling off the walls, revealing mottled bricks and stones. In some places, there are even deep cracks, as if the claws of time have left cruel marks on it.
Most of the glass on the windows had been broken, and the few remaining pieces were covered with dust and dirt, making them blurry.
The camera continued recording.
The hall floor was covered with fallen leaves and debris, and the once clean white tiles were no longer visible in their original color. The registration counter was collapsed on the ground, and the documents and papers on it had long been blown away by the wind.
"Goddess of Joy!"
"Goddess of Joy!!"
"Goddess of Joy!!!"
The black-robed believers no longer sang Ode to Joy, but called out to their gods.
The pretender sighed and joined in.
They walked through the dim corridor. The handrails of the stairs were rusty and the rust would fall off with a slight touch. Going up the stairs, the corridors on each floor were filled with a disgusting musty smell. The doors of the wards were half-open, and some had fallen off and were leaning crookedly against the wall.
Inside the ward, the worn-out beds were placed in a mess, and the mattresses were riddled with holes gnawed by rats, revealing the yellowed cotton wool inside.
The infusion stand fell to the ground, with broken pieces of the infusion bottle scattered all over the floor, gleaming coldly under the moonlight.
At this moment, the pretender suddenly accelerated and followed the black-robed believer in the front to the ceremony site. The rest of the believers sat on the spot, as if they were waiting for something?
operating room.
This place was in a mess, with the operating table covered in thick dust, instruments randomly discarded in the corner, some of which had rusted and deformed. The chandelier on the ceiling was shaky and seemed to fall down at any time.
"Praise the goddess of joy!"
"Praise the goddess of joy!"
"........."
The ceremony began. The bishop in the front appeared in front of the operating table, wearing a red and black robe and a mask with seductive vertical pupils on his face.
In his hand he held a staff, on the top of which was inlaid a gem that emitted a strange glow.
The other hand opened a bloody box, and inside was... a placenta!
Then, the black-robed believers surrounded the rusty operating table, constantly drawing with the blood of some animal... until a bewitching creature with vertical pupils appeared completely.
They knelt on the ground and continued to sing devoutly.
"Your power can make people overcome all differences,
Under your shining light,
People united into brothers,
Your power can make people overcome all differences,
Under your shining light,
People united as brothers!"
They continued their Ode to Joy.
At the same time, the bishop waved his staff and chanted an ancient and evil spell. The candlelight in the room flickered violently, as if trembling in fear.
As he chanted, an invisible pressure spread, making it difficult to breathe.
In addition to the purple placenta, there were various strange objects on the altar, including animal bones, bottles filled with unknown liquids, and herbs that emitted a foul odor...
Immediately,
He poured a bottle of black liquid onto the altar, and immediately a puff of pungent smoke rose.
The believers' voices became louder and louder, and their bodies began to tremble involuntarily. The pretender also pretended to be excited, but his eyes were always vigilantly observing his surroundings.
Suddenly, the leader pointed his staff at the ceiling and shouted loudly.
“The goddess of joy——!!”
A flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, lighting up the entire room.
In that brief moment, the pretender saw that the scarlet vertical pupils drawn on the operating table seemed to come alive, flashing with an eerie light.
Then, a gust of wind blew past and blew out all the candles.
In the darkness, the only sounds that could be heard were the believers' frantic shouts and heavy breathing.
The pretender's heart was in his throat. He knew that this was the most dangerous moment, but also the moment when he was closest to the truth.
When the candlelight came back on, a hideous smile appeared on the bishop's face.
"My fellow comrades! The goddess of joy has arrived. She will grant us endless joy!"
(ps: The author said there are good pictures in it!)