Chapter 115 The Soul-Destroying Umbrella Opens, Yellow Spring Water Comes

"So, you are saying that the base was just a cover. At that time, it was the official of the Card Master Alliance, and it sent people to try and conduct experiments here, and it was a secret experiment that cannot be made public?"

Lin Mo pondered for a moment and asked what was on his mind.

I don’t know if it’s because of the special magnetic field here, but these mutated Kalings showed quite a lot of wisdom after being separated from the Card Master.

It's almost as good as some of the evil god cards I made myself.

Each one of them is like an independent living entity.

"That's right. I don't know the details. The card master who contracted me is not considered a high-level person in the base."

The faceless man with Wang Zuo's face spoke in a deep voice, his voice still hoarse, making people grit their teeth.

"Okay, I understand." With a wave of his hand, the faceless man turned into a card again.

It didn't take long for these Kalings to mutate, at least not as long as Lin Mo imagined.

Asking three questions and not knowing is the most true portrayal.

Whenever the other party lies, there will be emotional fluctuations.

Not only people, but also these alien and weird people have emotions.

Even weird is the best expression of emotion.

After all, the resentment and obsession were accumulated before death, but after death they were affected by the magnetic field and turned into strange things.

This is the most common way for weirdness to appear.

The probability of card masters and police stations in various places dealing with strange and extraordinary events is much higher than that of aliens.

"Shoggoth, possessed form."

"No money can be exchanged for it. Thank you for your hard work. Please go back to the Palace of Life to rest for the time being."

Lin Mo said casually, the Shoggoth changed his body shape, and the squirming black irregular objects attached to his body, gradually turning into a black outfit.

"Hey~ I don't feel bitter doing things for my benefactor." After saying that, the black mist dispersed from Jin Buhuan's body, turned into a card again, and returned to the Palace of Life.

Building 201. Big fire in Bihai Manor.

Lin Mo's mind began to sink. The business in Bihai Manor was much more difficult than he imagined.

As he walked, he looked around and finally found the single-family house with the house number 201.

Unlike in 204, there were no security guards to greet us, and everything we could see was desolate and messy.

Even the outermost identification security door is half-covered.

"Good guy, what does this smell like?"

Before entering, Lin Mo pinched his nose in disgust.

The smell of corpses rising to the sky made him feel alert.

While he was hesitating, the space around Lin Mo suddenly moved.

The next moment, a blood-stained spike fell into Lin Mo's hand.

Another note was pierced on the sharp point of the spike.

"There is a painter living in Room 306. Help him choose a painting he likes."

"Little classmate Lin Mo, someone died again!"

Taking off the note, Lin Mo looked gloomy.

He took a long, deep breath and put the note away.

Then he pushed the door open and walked in.

It was a little different from what Lin Mo thought.

The smell of corpses outside the door disappeared without a trace after he stepped into the house.

Instead, the whole room was filled with a strange burnt smell, which seemed to cover up the smell of corpses.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

There seemed to be drops of water dripping from the ceiling.

The surroundings were a little dim, but Lin Mo, with his enhanced facial features, could still see clearly.

The walls were severely cracked, and the entire house was full of traces of being burned by the fire.

"So, where is the elevator?" Lin Mo couldn't help but wonder.

The structure of 201 and 204 is different. It is a small five-story building. If you include the basement, there will be a total of six floors.

Before coming, Lin Mo took a look at the layout of the manor. Even though there was no valuable information about relevant events, he still checked out some relevant information.

For example, when did the manor project start and when was it completed?

Casualty list, and layout plan.

Basically, everything was engraved in Lin Mo's mind.

The most obvious thing about the improvement in mental power is that the memory is much stronger than that of ordinary people.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

The water drops dripped again, onto Lin Mo's clothes, to be precise, the black outfit transformed by the Shoggoths.

This house, which had been completely burned by fire, would still be dampened. It was simply strange.

Staring at the falling water drops, Lin Mo squinted his eyes and was about to get up and walk forward to find where the elevator was.

After all, the note clearly said Arsonist in the Elevator.

Originally, this was his plan.

But suddenly, he froze.

"This tastes like..."

With his nose twitching, Lin Mo wet his hands with water drops on his clothes and put them in front of him.

Kerosene?

Lin Mo's pupils shrank, he looked up at the ceiling, and couldn't help but take a breath.

On the iron frame connected in the middle of the ceiling, shriveled corpses hung.

And the kerosene dripped from these shriveled corpses.

These mummies died in miserable conditions.

They didn't look like they had been burned to death by fire, but rather like they had been drained of moisture.

Just leave it here.

While he was thinking about it, Lin Mo suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his fingers.

He raised his hand to look, and saw that the part where his fingertips came into contact with the kerosene started to emit sizzling white smoke.

It seems that these kerosene cannot be touched.

There are rules for strange killings.

Obviously, this kerosene is one of them.

The only thing that puzzled Lin Mo was if this strange thing was really in the elevator.

So how could it control kerosene to kill people from such a long distance?

As his thoughts gradually came to an end, Lin Mo shook his wrist, and a blue card appeared in his hand.

After a change, a pitch-black umbrella with dark cloud patterns appeared in Lin Mo's hand.

Although the old saying does not allow you to hold an umbrella in the house, this is a different time.

Lin Mo held up the black umbrella, but felt that it was not enough, so he took out the ash jar bowl.

For this kind of prop card, sacrifice only needs to be prepared once.

In other words, Lin Mo only needs to inject source power, and does not need to use additional grains and livestock to sacrifice it.

"Open the soul-destroying umbrella, and the water of the underworld will come."

As the source power was injected into it, a clear stream of water gushed out of the bowl and surrounded Lin Mo's body.

Under Lin Mo's conscious control, it formed a bubble-like shape.

Completely wrapped himself in it.

Lin Mo, who was wearing a Shugos brand clothing, had a maximum safety factor at this moment.

After confirming that everything was safe, Lin Mo walked inside.

It doesn't matter if the source power is consumed, after all, life is more important.

Lin Mo was stabbed in the heart, which made him feel uneasy.

Although he knew he would not die at that time, he did not want to try it again because of the uncomfortable feeling.

People should learn to grow up and not fall into the same pit twice.

Lin Mo continued to move forward, humming a little tune.

As a gust of cold wind passed through the hall, the mummies on the ceiling began to shake slightly.

Every time Lin Mo took a step forward, a mummies on the ceiling fell down and followed behind Lin Mo, swaying.

Unknowingly, the cracked wall began to fall off, and mummies fell from the ceiling one by one, following behind Lin Mo in an orderly manner.

Outside 201, the thick black air completely covered it.

The unknown strange domain slowly unfolded in this building.

The mummies on the ceiling, walls, and racks followed Lin Mo's steps one by one, shaking their heads.

The group of people walked towards the innermost elevator in a mighty manner.