Chapter 139 It’s a carnival!
In the dilapidated operating room in the ward, the candlelight flickered, emitting an eerie and dark light.
The air was filled with the sickening smell of blood and the pungent scent of incense.
"Squeak!"
As the sound came, a big gray rat was seen crawling out of a hole in the operating room.
It sniffed the air around it cautiously, then jumped onto the operating table, its eyes flashing with greed as it stared at the mass of flesh and blood.
Then it opened its mouth, showing its sharp teeth, and began to gnaw on the flesh. Every bite was filled with satisfaction, as if it was the most delicious food in the world. It ate with relish, making happy noises from time to time.
After a few minutes, the mouse seemed to be full.
It licked its lips, burped with satisfaction, and then slowly crawled out of the operating room.
“Joy, begin!”
Following the bishop's words, the black-robed believers around him took out a bag of white powder and began to inhale it crazily.
There was a blurry word on their black robes - "Addiction".
The rat crawled somewhere on the first floor.
In a spacious but dilapidated room, there was a huge and rotten table piled with all kinds of food, including golden roasted chicken, greasy pig's trotters, and mountains of pastries and fruits.
"Haha, eat as much as you can, this is a feast given by the goddess!"
A believer shouted loudly, speaking incoherently with food still stuffed in his mouth.
The others cheered too, their faces stained with food residue and grease, their eyes revealing a mad greed.
"Don't grab them, they're all mine!"
Another believer shouted as he stuffed the food into his mouth.
The sounds of them chewing and swallowing echoed in the silent ward, like hungry roars from hell.
--"Food".
The rat crawled deeper into the basement of the hospital building.
A group of believers sat around a series of dilapidated wooden barrels filled with low-quality wine with a pungent smell.
"Come, let's drink this cup! Let us indulge in the gift of the goddess!"
A believer with a red face raised his glass and shouted loudly.
"Haha, drink, drink non-stop!"
The others responded, holding rough wine glasses in their hands and pouring wine into their throats one by one. The wine flowed down the corners of their mouths and soaked their black robes.
Their laughter and noise mixed together, along with the clinking of wine glasses, breaking the long-standing silence in the ward.
The eyes of the black-robed believers gradually became blurred, and their consciousness gradually became blurred under the influence of alcohol, but they still kept drinking, as if they wanted to immerse themselves in this endless drunkenness.
--"drunk".
Continuing forward, we came to a dimly lit corner, which was the gathering place for gambling believers.
"Zhizhizhi?"
On the beam, the mouse curiously poked its head downwards.
They were seen sitting around a rickety table covered with various gambling tools and chips.
"I'll bet on you!"
A believer threw the chips heavily on the table and stared at the dice.
"Humph, it's definitely small this time!"
Another believer was not to be outdone.
Their eyes are focused and fanatical, staring at the cards or dice in their hands, and every bet is accompanied by nervous breathing and heartbeat.
"We win! Haha!"
The cheers of victory and the curses of defeat intertwined to form a symphony of chaos.
--"bet".
.........
It's a carnival!
The entire abandoned ward was immersed in this chaotic and indulgent carnival, and the black-robed believers were wantonly releasing their inner desires in the dark corners.
under the moonlight,
An enchanting figure was sitting casually on the roof of the ward.
"Shh!"
"Swipe!"
She gently threw up a snake-fang-shaped handleless blade, caught it, threw it up, and caught it...
"Where is the goddess of joy?"
"Happiness is nothing more than the satisfaction of your inner desires being infinitely magnified."
"Please me!" (sickly smile)
But at this moment,
Suddenly, a sharp siren sounded outside the ward, breaking the silence of the night like a ray of hope piercing through the curtain of darkness.
The police officers had already surrounded the ward quietly, acting quickly and decisively.
"The targeted evidence has been fully collected."
"Operation codename 'Slay the God', begin!"
A group of well-trained special forces began to infiltrate.
"Oh? Were you discovered? But it doesn't matter."
The woman on the top floor of the ward smiled morbidly.
operating room,
The bishop suddenly felt a heat in his arm, as if something was burning him.
He tore open the black robe with force, revealing his arms.
There is a ferocious snake eye on it!
"Run! There's a cop!"
The scream exploded in the operating room like thunder, instantly breaking the originally joyful atmosphere.
At this critical moment, the bishop rushed to the door without hesitation, at an astonishing speed.
His figure left a trail in the air, like a cheetah, and disappeared outside the door in the blink of an eye.
“Cop!?”
When the other black-robed believers heard the news, they were stunned at first, with expressions of shock and fear on their faces.
They stared with wide eyes, looking in disbelief at the direction their companions had left.
However, just a moment later, their instinctive reactions took over.
These black-robed believers turned around and fled like frightened birds.
Some people choose to rush into the ward,
Find a hiding place,
Some people ran to the end of the corridor, hoping to find a safe exit.
Some people even broke out through the windows and risked jumping from great heights.
For a moment, the entire ward fell into chaos.
Screams, footsteps and crashes echoed throughout the entire floor, giving people a sense of panic as if the end of the world was coming.
People rushed to escape and the scene was extremely chaotic.
In this chaos, the black-robed believers completely lost their organization and discipline.
However, some crazy black-robed believers were unwilling to surrender. They picked up sticks and knives at their side and tried to resist stubbornly.
A black-robed believer rushed towards the police, waving a stick and shouting.
"Goddess of Joy!"
Unfortunately, the gun is fast from ten steps away!
Within ten steps, the gun is accurate and fast!
One shot, killed in seconds!
In the hospital lobby, another black-robed cultist, holding a knife and with a fierce look in his eyes, pounced on the special forces.
"Stay alive!"
So they worked closely together, one person used a shield to block, the other quickly kicked him down, and then they rushed forward to control him.
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