Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Minds

　　This guy should also be the corpse that escaped from the morgue.

　　Just don't know why, it- will hide here and not move.

　　Ghost hair shrinks.

　　The mummy was dragged over.

　　Lin Hun turned around, looked at the mummified corpse that had fallen into a rigid state, and let go of the ghostly hair wrapped around the opponent's mouth.

　　"I ask, you answer."

　　With the ability to communicate absolutely, Lin Hun's voice poured directly into the other party's mind.

　　Hearing this voice, the mummified corpse spat out a word hoarsely.

　　"it is good."

　　Seeing the mummy speak so easily, Lin Hun nodded.

　　Being persuaded by absolute communication so simply shows that the level of supernatural power of this mummy is not high.

　　The next question and answer session will be much easier.

　　"Are you a corpse?"

　　"Yes."

　　"Why stop here?"

　　"make life difficult for."

　　"What's wrong?"

　　"make life difficult for."

　　"Why are you attacking me?"

　　"You are a corpse."

　　"Why attack a corpse? Aren't you also a corpse?"

　　"Quota."

　　"What quota?"

　　"........."

　　A series of questions, the corpse of this mummy continued to decay with the answers. When Lin Hun asked the last question, it had already decayed into a mass of ashes, and the real one disintegrated and scattered on the ground.

　　Looking at the traces left by the other party, Lin Hun frowned.

　　"There's so little information, it looks like I need to find more escaped bodies to get answers."

　　I don't know if this mummy is too weak, or for some other reason. When answering questions, he can only squeeze out a few words.

　　At every turn, they come up with some repeated answers, which makes people puzzled.

　　But from its mouth, Lin Hun learned two things.

　　First, as he guessed, the corpses were hostile.

　　Second, this hostile relationship is due to a certain quota.

　　This place should be very limited, or even only one.

　　So these corpses will fight for this place.

　　"It feels like a bunch of idiots killing each other because of an invisible pie. Are these corpses brain-damaged?"

　　Shaking his head, Lin Hun sighed a little.

　　Most of the treacherous ones look very terrifying, and they always follow certain killing rules and carry out indiscriminate killings.

　　In the same way, these guys who only know killing, basically have no brains.

　　As long as you control the strength that can fight against their supernatural power.

　　Players want to solve these guys is not as difficult as imagined.

　　Other players don't know.

　　Anyway, Lin Hun felt like this.

　　Observing the space inside the shed, Lin Hun found that the pipeline was divided into two forks. One was the fork where the mummified corpse had just lurked. The depth of this fork was dark, and it was impossible to see what the end point looked like.

　　There is nothing strange lurking in the other fork, but I can faintly feel that there are gusts of hot wind coming from the fork over there, making people feel a little dry and uncomfortable.

　　[You move along the left fork, and you enter the incinerator area. 】

　　[You move along the straight fork, and you enter the condolence hall area. 】

　　"So, which side can leave?"

　　The location where the mummified corpse was just now was in the direction of the condolence hall, but it did not go there, but chose to wait here.

　　As you can guess, there must be some kind of horror hidden in the condolence hall, making it dare not enter this area at all.

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　　The hierarchy between treacherous and treacherous is more obvious than between people.

　　The gap between people also requires various competitions from the inside out.

　　But treacherous and treacherous are not so troublesome.

　　Who is more terrifying is the strong one.

　　Simple and rude without explanation.

　　I don't know if the prompt of Future Vision is because of the special scene, and the prompt is not very clear.

　　For the next road, Lin Hun needs to judge by himself.

　　"As the core area of ​​the crematorium, the incinerator must be hiding the most terrifying things in this special scene. The corpses and employees gather in this place, and the two camps collide with each other, which may lead to even more terrifying despair. This should also be the case. The reason why the mummy didn't choose this direction."

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　　"The condolence hall, as the place where the deceased finally bid farewell to the living, should be the safest, but the information given to me by the mummy is not easy to pass. It is very likely that there is also great terror left there."

　　"I need to make a choice."

　　Sweeping both sides, Lin Hun's eyes were certain, and he moved in the direction of the incinerator.

　　Although the direction of the incinerator may hide the most terrifying despair.

　　But it also means that this place holds the scene's greatest secrets and treasures.

　　I didn't come to this special scene to do a mission.

　　He came here to be a robber.

　　He wants to take all the valuable things in this place into his pocket.

　　The source of his confidence is the power of his organs that have absorbed the Li Gui Jigsaw.

　　Although he has a vision of the future.

　　Scenario missions can be tackled in a non-risky way.

　　But he just doesn't go that route.

　　It's just to work hard with the treacherous.

　　Hey~ it's just for fun~ big.

Chapter 172

　　The hot breath was tinged with the disgusting smell of burnt protein.

　　There seemed to be countless desperate and unwilling voices shouting in my ears.

　　Red light appeared in the air, like blood.

　　constant flow.

　　"Coming."

　　Hiding between the pipes, Lin Hun roamed nimbly like a gecko.

　　The constant awakening of his organs made his physical fitness skyrocket.

　　He didn't know how strong he was.

　　But for him now, it's very easy to do things that normal humans can't do at all.

　　Follow the duct, through the grille.

　　Lin Hun finally came to the incinerator area.

　　heat!

　　It also passed through this seemingly unremarkable grille.

　　Lin Hun's first feeling was heat.

　　The dry hot air came from all directions, as if to take away all the water in the human body.

　　The high flames made the room extraordinarily bright.

　　It's just that there is no warm pattern under the light of the fire.

　　There are only cruel and brutal incineration processes.

　　More than a dozen scorched corpse employees in overalls, pushing iron box-like coffins, came to the front of the incinerators with rising flames.

　　They stretched out their thin hands and, in pairs, placed the metal coffins on the conveyor belt.

　　He looked numbly at the picture of the coffin being sent to the incinerator along the conveyor belt.

　　The crimson flame, like the tongue of a monster, greedily licked the coffin sent to the incinerator.

　　Under the action of these flames, the steel coffin quickly turned red and heated, exuding the high temperature of twisted air.

　　At the same time, the corpses in these coffins seemed to have come alive under the action of the high temperature, slapping the coffins continuously and making a shrill scream.