129: Section 129

I have to ask...

Is this really the quality a private detective should have?

The rest of the journey was very relaxed; no monsters suddenly popped out to scare them, and the commotion in the wards had died down.

Until.

A wooden door stood at the end of the corridor.

Through the curtains on both sides.

One could vaguely see a raging fire burning!

Clearly, the final BOSS lay behind that door...

However.

Su Ming, standing there, was frowning.

"What's wrong? Mr. Omar, is something not right?"

Su Ming sighed with melancholy:

"It's indeed not quite right. Where are the nurses? I took a glance earlier, and there was a group of nurse sisters standing guard!"

Slap!—

A hand slapped Su Ming on the back as Pipi Xi scolded him with a darkened face:

...

"Be a normal person for me!"

"Oh, I get it..."

Su Ming expressed deep regret.

Those were nurse sisters who had explosive bodies and could even perform a robotic dance!

Though their looks were indeed a bit abstract...

The door opened.

Firelight burst forth.

Along with it, the tragic past of the girl named [Alessa] surged out...

A weak and helpless little girl was surrounded by dark shadows, forced to endure bullying from classmates and unspeakable rumors.

In the restroom, behind the girl crying while hugging her knees, a dark shadow was cackling...

In a magnificent hall, fanatical cultists held torches high, lighting the execution rack...

In the hospital, the girl, covered in severe burns, was rushed into the emergency room by police and nurses...

She was still alive, but... day after day of pain had eventually brewed a dark tide of hatred!

That night, darkness eroded the entire town of Silent Hill, accompanied by air-raid sirens that resounded through the heavens and earth!

The firelight receded, and the images vanished.

The underground ward space before them was dilapidated and decayed!

Pitch-black tar seeped and dripped from the walls, and the smell of carbonized flesh in the air was unbearably pungent.

In the center of the ward.

A hospital bed was enclosed by dirty curtains.

Beneath the bed, it was not solid ground.

But an eternal flame!

Pipi Xi showed a look of realization:

"Incredible hatred. However, it's an indisputable fact that the physical laws of this world are too loose."

Chapter 147: Silent Hill Submerged by the Yellow Spring River of Death

In a corner, a set of footsteps rang out.

Looking toward the sound, it was indeed Alessa in a blue dress.

Outside the door, the sound of a large blade dragging on the floor echoed.

Turning around, they saw a Pyramid Head blocking the ward door like a guardian deity.

On the curtains behind the bed, shadows writhed, and soon, two more Pyramid Heads stepped out from the left and right.

"Ho! The lackeys have been summoned; next should be the BOSS's time, right?"

Su Ming was eager to try. With a casual gesture, the Pseudo-Current was held in his palm.

"Wait!—"

Dark Alessa hurriedly called for a stop.

She had seen that thing before!

Dark power permeated Silent Hill; Alessa could immediately know of any movement.

Therefore, she knew very well what this seemingly unremarkable drifting bottle truly meant!

Tilting her small head, she looked at the man before her expressionlessly.

"877"

Dark Alessa asked in confusion:

"Who are you exactly? Why are you disrupting my plans?"

After a pause, Dark Alessa added another sentence:

"Furthermore, I can't beat you! Don't let the thing inside the drifting bottle out!"

Su Ming: "..."

Damn, she's that sensible?

"Alright, I came specifically to find you for two things!"

"Speak."

"First, you should be very familiar with this Ms. Rose; she is looking for her daughter, Sharon!"

After a moment of silence, Dark Alessa turned to look at the corner.

Shadows slid silently.

Revealing a small figure.

Sharon rubbed her eyes in confusion, looking like she hadn't fully woken up.

"Mommy?!"

"Oh! My baby! Mommy finally found you!"

Tears burst from her eyes as Rose slid across the floor, pulling Sharon tightly into her arms.

It was quite touching.

However...

No one here was interested in that.

Looking back at Su Ming, Dark Alessa tilted her head and asked:

"And the second thing?"

Tsk!—

It made him even more embarrassed to directly use heavy force.

Sighing, Su Ming said:

"Are you interested in changing your living environment?"

"What do you mean?"

Tossing the Pseudo-Current in his palm, Su Ming said with a cynical smile:

"My ghost ship is recruiting a Banshee Commander. Midnight has taken a liking to you, and I personally feel you are qualified for the position."

Banshee?

Is it the kind of ghost that came out of the drifting bottle at the beginning?

After thinking for a bit, Dark Alessa asked:

"What if I don't agree?"

Su Ming smiled without saying a word.

But...

Inside the Pseudo-Current, the Yellow Spring River of Death had already soared up, churning with boundless will of death, surging grandly toward reality!

"I agree!—"

However.

With a boom.

The Yellow Spring River of Death officially descended!

The rolling waters of the river of death, carrying a momentum of ten thousand tons, broke through the ward's barriers like a hot knife through butter, submerging the surrounding rooms and corridors.

It then flowed upward, lifting everyone present and smashing through the hospital...

With a splash!

The midnight rose, shimmering with ghostly light, surfaced from the river of death!

On the deck.

Dark Alessa's expression was stiff, staring at Su Ming with a look of grievance...

I said I agreed!

Pipi Xi laughed uncontrollably.

Su Ming, however, stated as if it were natural:

"It's precisely because you agreed that the Yellow Spring River of Death came to pick you up. Otherwise, what would have awaited Silent Hill would be the plot of sinking to the bottom of the sea!"

Just as he finished speaking.

A ghostly wind swirled, and Midnight arrived, floating in the air.

"Master, you've worked hard."

Perona peeked out from behind Midnight and looked around. When she saw Dark Alessa, her small face fell, and her whole ghost self felt unwell.

Ignoring this jealous, petty ghost.

Su Ming looked curiously at the Yellow Spring River of Death. At this moment, the streets and alleys had become natural riverbeds, and the rolling waters of the river of death were flowing in all directions.

It had a grand tendency to submerge Silent Hill.

"Midnight, you are..."

"Master, a natural Yin-attribute place like Silent Hill is very suitable to become a dwelling for the undead. I don't know if you've noticed, but the midnight rose is already getting a bit crowded!"

Crowded?

He glanced around various parts of the ship.

It really was...

Seriously speaking, the internal space of the midnight rose was not small.

Not to mention the space expansions inherent in each functional area; when Su Ming was free, he used arcane principles and Creation methods to expand space everywhere.

But...

It couldn't withstand the never-ending operation of the Dead Remains Furnace.

The Banshee Legion was at full capacity!