Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 105 The Corner of the Room

"Short black hair, beige clothes, and carrying a flower basket on her back."

Milo kept repeating the information the old man had told him.

But so far he has not seen the child dressed like this in Ikham. Further south is a desolate mountain, and finding a child is no easy task.

Approaching the mining area from the direction of Milo would inevitably require bypassing the area where the mining company is located.

But just a few hundred meters away from the mining company building, in a waste dump, Milo saw something that made his heart race—a flower basket.

Blue strips of cloth were wrapped around the handles of the flower basket.

Milo tried hard to recall what the old man had told him before, and he was pretty sure the old man had mentioned what the flower basket looked like.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt a sharp, piercing pain in his brain.

The words the old man had spoken to him gradually became blurred.

"Damn it, not again!"

Milo knelt on the gravel ground, covering his head.

However, since the flower basket appeared in the mine's waste area, it means that the girl is nearby, and most likely inside the mining company.

We need to go find it!
The mining company building was already quite familiar to Milo, who had visited once before.

He quickly scaled the nearby wall and reached the back of the building.

Entering the building was simple; if the guards hadn't been negligent last night, Milo had originally planned to climb up the outer wall at the back of the building.

They'll just use the same old trick.

Milo easily entered the floor he had visited the previous night.

Apart from that special room, all the other rooms on that floor were empty and basically unguarded, so Milo went straight to the room at the end of the corridor.

During the day, due to the strong outside light, it was unrealistic to try to see the interior through the cracked glass window this time. Fortunately, the entire floor was empty, including this room.

Milo had intended to pick the lock on the door, but he found it wasn't locked.

The moment he opened the door, he smelled a strange odor.

Inside the room, in a position not visible through the window, there were several tables pieced together, piled with various glass instruments, including beakers, test tubes, and many syringes and needles.

However, none of that is the main point. The main point is that a white cloth is draped over the very center of the table, and the white cloth covers something that resembles a human figure...

Milo held his breath.

He probably already guessed what was lying under the white sheet.

He reached out and grabbed one leg of the white cloth, trying to lift it up.

But the instant his fingertips touched the white cloth, a stinging pain shot through his fingertips.

Milo reflexively pulled his hand back, tearing the white cloth off in the process.

……

The contents of the table made Milo's stomach churn.

This is a mutilated corpse that has already been dissected.

Its head was missing.

The corpse had a cut made from top to bottom, from its throat and chest down to its abdomen. The flesh was completely split open to both sides, and the ribs in the chest cavity were forcibly pried open by some kind of instrument. At this time, the metal instrument was still fixed to the corpse's bones.

What truly sent chills down Milo's spine was that every inch of the corpse's pale skin was covered in tiny fungi. These fungi had very fine, off-white hyphae that were clearly visible in the dissected flesh, almost running through the entire human limb.

The fungi looked as if they were squeezed out of every pore of the corpse, densely clustered together, and even a glance at them would make you shudder.

What disgusted Milo the most was that inside the dissected chest cavity, a pure white flower was growing.

Its roots penetrated deep into the internal organs of the corpse's chest cavity and abdomen, intertwining with the mycelium.

The rotting corpse's internal organs became the nutrients it relied on for growth.

……

The wind outside kept blowing into the room.

The slender fungi and flower stalks on the corpse swayed rhythmically and gently, which was nauseating.

...

Milo was completely oblivious to the stinging sensation in his fingertips.

He simply couldn't imagine how that man could calmly write in his journal while facing such a gruesome and terrifying mutilated corpse yesterday.

Last night, when he peered out the window, this side of the room was beyond the reach of the kerosene lamp. Milo never imagined that such a terrifying drawing would be in the blind spot of his vision.

……

Just as Milo was staring blankly at the corpse...

A deep, unfamiliar voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Click!

Milo immediately turned around, drew his pistol from his waist, and aimed it at the tall figure that had appeared outside the door. In the backlight, Milo couldn't see the man's face clearly, but from his slender figure, he could tell that this was the man who had been sitting at the desk writing notes yesterday.

……

Facing Milo's gun, the man did not back down in the slightest.

He strolled into the room as if walking through a gate, facing the muzzle of a gun.

Once he was out of the bright outdoor light, a face wearing a mask came into Milo's view.

His short hair was neatly styled, with clearly defined trimmed sideburns, and his sunken eye sockets held a pair of clear, light blue eyes.

In the man's eyes, Milo showed no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

He had never seen anyone remain so calm when a gun was pointed at their head.

However, the man seemed completely unconcerned about the dark muzzle of the gun. He walked straight to the table, keeping a four-body distance from Milo, and looked at the mutilated corpse on the table, a strange, infatuated look beginning to appear in his eyes:

"Her name is Crystal Orchid, a kind of... creature that does not need sunlight. Can you feel the moving beauty of this life that is rooted in darkness?"

The man's eyes were unfocused, and his tone carried a hint of regret, as if he were admiring a stunningly beautiful woman whose life was about to end.

In his eyes, the crystal orchid seemed to be rooted in an inconspicuous patch of soil, rather than a dilapidated corpse.

The man didn't find the things on the table particularly creepy; on the contrary, he seemed eager to gain Milo's approval and recognition of the charm of the artwork he had created.

……

Milo maintained the gun-raising posture throughout.

He sensed no humanity in this strange man; in Milo's eyes, he was a complete madman.

He slowly stepped back, freeing one hand to pick up the notebook on the desk behind him, unfold it, and quickly flipped through it a few times with one hand.

The notebook contains many words written in two very different handwriting styles.

Milo saw words like "bloodline" and "divine body".

He stared coldly at the man and threatened him, word by word:
"If you dare to shout loudly, you'll immediately get a hole in your head."

But the man's gaze remained fixed on the crystal orchid on the corpse the entire time, and he calmly replied, "I don't think it's necessary at all."

"Your word doesn't count," Milo said coldly.

"You can't understand me either?" The man gently touched his forehead, slowly turning to look at Milo:
"The Monsis School has saved most of the country's population. I thought you wouldn't see me as a demon like they do."

"..." Milo couldn't understand what the other person was saying at all, so he chose to remain silent.

“Listen to me,” the man explained to Milo like a patient teacher:

"In your eyes, this table holds a corpse, but please set aside those stubborn notions in your mind for now. Look at him again. His flesh and blood have been reborn in another form. Do you see? There is boundless life thriving here. His soul was offered to the Old Gods, but the merciful Old Gods did not take everything away from him..."

Milo didn't want to listen to these superstitious words, and his index finger rested on the trigger of the pistol:

“Child, hand over the child you kidnapped to me, or I will take everything from you. I am not as merciful as the Old Gods.”

"You still don't understand."

The man's brows furrowed with worry.

He shook his head:
“Actually, I know you are a law enforcement officer, but that’s not important. In your mind, something… what you call a sense of justice is driving you to do these pointless things. Perhaps you can’t understand it now, but I hope that one day your vision can reach the same level as mine, because the Monsis School desperately needs people like you.”

"I will not repeat what I just said."

Milo's tone became increasingly resolute.

But at that moment, a cold, mocking laugh escaped from the man's nose, which was covered by a mask.

"Don't you feel a slight tingling sensation in your left hand?"

Milo felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

The notebook held in his left hand slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

He looked down and saw that some strange grayish-white fungal spots were starting to appear on the finger that had first touched the white cloth!
Yes, white fungal plaque!
Milo's heart sank instantly.

He pulled out the blade with his backhand and, without thinking, sliced ​​off the small piece of flesh at the tip of his finger!
Swish!
Blood gushes out.

The excruciating pain made Milo grit his teeth.

But the man's sneer grew increasingly unrestrained:

"It's too late, Enforcer. If you had cut this piece of flesh when I first entered this room, there might have been a glimmer of hope. But now the mycelium has spread into your bloodstream and traveled through your circulatory system. This process only takes less than thirty seconds."

Under Milo's icy gaze, he saw the veins on the back of his hand and wrist begin to writhe strangely, as if something was moving within his blood vessels.

He got goosebumps all over his body, and his body began to tremble violently involuntarily.

……

In front of Milo, the man slowly removed one glove, revealing the broken index finger on his left hand.

“I went through the same thing as you not long ago. I also had something cut off, but it was too late. However, I survived.”

"Now you should be able to listen to what I have to say properly, right? All you need to know is that if you pull this gun, there will be no one in the world who can save you."

(End of this chapter)