I'm the Pay Thief at the Winery Chapter 591

Even though it was late at night, there were still lights on in the M7 laboratory building.

The surrounding rooms are all in darkness, the red light on the machine is flickering slowly, only the light above the head of one room softly emits bright white light, which looks like an isolated island from a distance.

Underburger was wearing a neat white coat, and was staring intently at the sample just taken from the mouse through the microscope. The mouse was lying beside his hand, its body twitching strangely.

Very horror movie atmosphere. Underberger thought out of place.

He likes to work alone late at night, the only time he's not surrounded by people watching—protection, they say, of course. But that's all kidding. Well, he wasn't really that old either. Maybe his peers still think the night is scary, but the people in the organization always regard the night as their own umbrella, the darker the environment, the more at ease they feel. Of course he did too.

He withdrew the specimen from the microscope, sighing inwardly.

Still unsuccessful.

The Silver Bullet is indeed a medicine that has been studied by the organization for many years without success. It is indeed not a research that can be completed in one and a half years. If Shirley was still there, she might be able to shorten it with her ability, but she couldn't. He has always had a clear and objective understanding of himself.

Underburger looked at the mouse casually, and killed it with a sharp knife.

Blood spattered out, staining the blue gloves red. Almost at the same time, the lights above his head flickered.

Anderberg's hand froze.

Something is wrong. Perhaps other laboratory buildings have problems such as aging lamp tubes and poor contact of wires, but this is the laboratory building of the organization, the core of the research group, and such problems cannot occur.

— As if to refute his words, the overhead lights flickered again. There was also the sound of electric current whistling.

Someone is up to something.

He took off his gloves reflexively, and pulled out the Walter P5 from his waist with his right hand. First, I glanced outside - the corridor was very quiet, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He relaxed a little and looked up at the lamp above his head.

The lamp flickered silently, as if the flicker just now was just his illusion.

Underburger didn't bother with the lights, he decided to check the inside of the house first.

He didn't see it. The moment he turned his back to the corridor, a woman's face silently emerged from the darkness, as if slowly floating out of the water, and directly stuck to the transparent glass.

The face was pale, but the lips were as red as blood, and the expression still vaguely showed the panic before death. His eyes were wide open, and his dull eyes seemed to be looking at Anderberg who was checking around the room.

Suddenly, the corner of her mouth twitched strangely.

Boom!

Anderberg turned his head back like lightning, but only caught a white shadow flashing past the glass door.

what?

As soon as he had this thought, the overhead lights started to flicker again. This time it didn't flash once, but flashed continuously. The lights flickered on and off very regularly, as if something was blinking, or...

Anderberg held his breath, watching the flickering frequency of the lights gradually decrease. It's like the heartbeat of a person gradually slowing down.

He decisively opened the safety and put his finger on the trigger.

It's one thing to have expensive instruments in the lab, but quite another to save your own life. He doesn't believe that there are ghosts in the world, what he has to do now is to find the person who pretends to be a ghost, and kill him.

The lights flickered slower and slower, and the hours of darkness gradually increased. During those intervals, Underburger seemed to see the light on the instrument in the opposite room move.

He immediately walked over there, trying to get a better look before the lights went out. I just don't know if he was just unlucky, but just as he was about to take a step, the light flickered and then went out forever.

In the darkness, a woman's voice sounded like crying and laughing.

First, it came faintly from a distance, then gradually approached, and then gradually moved away, as if just passing by the door of this laboratory. Except for the faint voice of a woman, there was no sound of footsteps at all. Anderberg hadn't fully adapted to the darkness yet, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

...This voice seems familiar?

The red indicator light on the opposite instrument suddenly moved again. It was like a pair of eyes blinking slightly in the dark.

Anderberg waited with bated breath for a while, until his eyes had completely adapted to the darkness, before he was ready to check the situation.

He quietly walked to the glass door and carefully put his hand on the doorknob. Counting secretly, if there is still no movement after three seconds, then he will go out.

three.

There was silence, the only thing I could hear was my own breathing.

two.

The red spot of light in the darkness remained motionless.

one.

The moment Anderberg pressed the doorknob, the lights above his head suddenly lit up. It only lights up for half a second and then goes dark again. At the same time, there was no sound around.

On the other hand, Anderberg gasped silently, pressed his heart that was beating rapidly, and subconsciously took half a step back.

Just now, although he was dazzled by the sudden bright light, he clearly saw a human face appearing on the door just now—the face was pale, the eyes were dull, and the side of the neck could vaguely see the not so obvious corpse spots , apparently dead.

The sudden fright did frighten him. But he was so frightened that cold sweat instantly drenched his back, mainly because he knew that person's face.

Merlot.

Before he could recover, the lights in the room were suddenly turned on again. Melo's face has disappeared from the glass, replaced by a line of blood-red words, the viscous red-black liquid flows along the glass, winding down, shocking.

"'I'm here for you,'" read Underburger, frowning, "playing tricks."

He looked around cautiously, and after confirming that the only change in his surroundings was the blood on the glass, he walked forward cautiously. Unable to see clearly through the glass, he simply went out the door. There is still a bit of lipstick left on the glass door, which Mello probably just stamped on it.

So, not hallucinations, nor projections or images.

Anderberg stood in front of the **** characters, UU reading www.uukanshu. com dignifiedly dipped his hand a little, and looked carefully.

It was indeed blood.

He was already standing in the corridor at this time. Although the lights in the laboratory were turned on again, they were not as bright as before. The darkness on both sides of him was so thick that it could not be dispelled. There was no sound at all, as if it could swallow The black hole of everything.

Although he was looking carefully at the clues, Anderberg did not ignore his surroundings. When a white figure passed by his side, he immediately raised his head vigilantly, turned around without hesitation, and pointed his gun at the corridor on the left.

"who!"

He didn't expect to receive an answer, but after a few seconds, he heard a faint answer from behind.

"It's me…"

Underberg turned his head and saw a head floating in mid-air.

Horror film!

(end of this chapter)

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