Man in the old days, Lord of the Seven Sins

Chapter 17

Authority fourth floor.

In the dark corridor, scorching steam spewed out from the rusted pipes from time to time.

"Due to insufficient funds, the facilities in the corridor have not been renovated for nearly five years, so they are not very good. It often gives people a feeling that a demon will suddenly pop out." The staff said, the corridor The lights inside flickered for a moment, then dimmed.

Everyone stopped and looked at the staff. With an embarrassed smile on his face, the staff walked up to the trigger and slapped it hard twice.

The lights in the corridor came back on again.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just an old problem, just pat it hard and it will be fine."

The crowd moved on.

He stopped in the hallway near the westernmost room.

"This is the dissection room arranged by the director. Mr. Epidemic Doctor, according to your request, the director has prepared the relevant equipment. You can check it. If there is anything else you need, I will prepare it for you as soon as possible."

Open the door and make room.

The staff member whispered.

Rhodes walked into the room, looked at the furnishings in the room, and looked at the equipment on the shelf beside him.

Scalpels, drills, enemas, saws, sticks, twine, hammers and spikes, axes.
"The equipment is relatively complete, and there is nothing missing for now." Rhodes nodded.

"Well, then I'm leaving. I'll stay at the foot of the stairs. If you need anything, call me anytime." The staff member nodded decisively and left.

Margaret stood in the room, looking at the empty transparent glass jars on the side shelf, she was a little curious about what these things were for.

As a labor force, John reluctantly dragged the cage containing the demon into the room.

Putting the cage next to the dissecting table, John asked Rhodes if he wanted to put the demon on it.

Rhodes nodded.

John lifted the black cloth from the cage.

"Shout!"

The devil grinned his lips and spit out a pool of sticky liquid at John again.

John's face turned green again.

He even wondered if the demon had developed a habit of spitting on himself.

"Mr. Epidemic Doctor, what should we do now?"

John wiped his face, dragged the demon out, and put it on the dissecting table.

Rhodes walked over, he took a bundle of hemp rope from the shelf, and handed it to John.

"Tie it up, you will be my assistant in the follow-up process, and keep an eye out for emergencies." A voice full of mechanical indifference rang in John's ear.

As soon as John saw the demon grinning at him and spitting again, he wanted to ask if I could say no?
But when I saw Miss Margaret behind me, she was full of interest, she looked like a curious baby, and she had to let herself be more manly. Although she was not as good as Mr. Plague Doctor, she was at least one-tenth of him. charm.

John got to work, strapping the demon to the dissecting table in a trick he used to do with his rich girlfriends.

Although he has always been the one who was tied up, his long experience has allowed him to figure out a set of mature experiences.

Rhode looked at the techniques on the dissecting table that were filled with a strong taste of small books, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

This John also seems to have studied.

But this approach is too complicated and useless.

Margaret stood aside and recorded carefully. She even briefly drew the state of the devil being tied up in her notebook.

She was curious if she wanted to try this way of binding the devil with her own doll.

For her, all of the current things cannot be learned in school, and she wants to gain more knowledge and wisdom.

The demon is tied up.

Rhodes took out a black charcoal pencil and drew three areas on the demon's head, chest cavity, and abdomen.

The appearance of the demon at this moment has already changed compared to when the corpse first mutated.

The surface of the skin is full of black abscess pits, and the head has already completed further ablation evolution after being attached to the body of the human-faced mouse. It looks like a human, but it is interspersed with worms and hosts a large number of unknown mosses and fungi.

The limbs were cut off by Margaret during the battle and thrown into the cage, but seeing that the cage was empty, the four severed limbs were most likely swallowed by the demon himself.

Rhodes took the hammer and spikes from the rack and handed them to John.

"It has a destiny with you, and you are responsible for sending it on its last journey."

Rhodes took a pen and drew a cross on the forehead area of ​​the demon's front cavity, pointing there.

As a person who has studied Robert's notes, Rhodes has recorded almost all the demon's weak points in his brain. For this type of junior demon, its weak point is the front cavity.

Holding the hammer, John places the spike in the center of the fork that Rhodes drew.

Seeing the demon spit at him with its mouth open, he seemed to find that the demon was smiling at him at this moment, yes, it was laughing.

Even looking at the other's lips, John seemed to read that it was saying thank you to himself.

John shook his hand, and the hammer hit his hand.

Fortunately, the strength was not strong, and under Rhodes' strange eyes, John raised the hammer again.

He stared at the demon, which was still grinning, but this time it didn't stick out its tongue.

There was a hint of doubt in John's eyes, and it was actually smiling at me.
A strange roar sounded.

It seemed to be urging John to hurry up.

John took another deep breath, and he punched down hard.

John's eyes widened. He was sure that he did not see the parted lips of the devil, saying thank you.

"Boom!"

The spike pierced through the front cavity of the demon, and the demon died completely.

It was still grinning, as if smiling happily.

"Most demons are forced to become by humans being polluted by foreign objects. Before they die, they often restore human consciousness for a short time and seek a little relief. It is thanking you."

The indifferent explanation full of mechanical steam sounded in John's ears.

John was taken aback.

It was a theory he had never heard before.

Even if someone would tell him that in the past, he would just mock the other party as a fool.

A devil is a devil, how can there be humanity?

But now, John found his hands were shaking.

An indescribable emotion was stuck in his heart, and he wanted to release it but couldn't get rid of it.

"It is thanking."

Margaret repeated Rhodes' words.

She frantically recorded in her notebook.

There was a deep shock in her eyes.

Because she had read similar books in the library, which briefly recorded some studies about demons, and those studies shocked Margaret.

She used to have fantasies, but she never faced them in reality.

But today, relying on the inheritance of the seven virtues, she vaguely felt a kind of faith from the devil.

That is a belief called salvation.

She looked at Mr. Epidemiologist.

This mysterious gentleman is so knowledgeable.

"John, you did a good job. At least, you helped her, allowing her to be freed from the cage called the devil, and her soul was able to return."

Rhodes retrieves the hammer and spikes from John.

With one hand on his chest, he performed an ancient ritual to the demon.

This is the medical skill inherited from Robert, before the autopsy, to show respect for the deceased.

"Now, let us help her find the murderer who killed her, the murderer who made her a demon, and she will tell us the answer."

Rhodes pointed to the remains left after the demon's death.

(End of this chapter)