Chapter 22: Murder Castle (1)

Ep19 Murder Castle
The aisle is dark, aggressive and long. There is a row of old-fashioned light bulbs on the top of the head. The walls on both sides are covered with dirty patterns. The doors of the identically shaped room have a door every other distance. Looks much stronger. What a ghost place is, just like a low-level hotel in the 1920s and 1930s ... Leo propped up the damp and moldy walls and tried to find the downstairs. He didn't know where he was currently, but from " In the words of the "Devil" Elan, at least it can be learned that this floor is not the top floor.
The handle of a room door on the right seemed a bit loose. Leo shook it a few times and opened the door. Inside was an empty and quirky room. The colors of the walls, the floor and the ceiling were completely gray. Step in. At that time, he found that the soles of the feet were sinking, and the original walls were cushioned, like a small white house in a psychiatric hospital, to prevent patients from damaging themselves when they hit the wall. It appears to be a prison cell that prevents suicides by prisoners.
He exited this room and moved on, and some doors were opened one after another. The facilities and uses inside were amazing: sulfuric acid tank, dissection table, lime well, torture chamber with torture, gas chamber, incineration chamber ... this What the is fucking? The people who build and use this building are simply perverts who torture and kill! Leo looked at these and horrifying rooms, and while his scalp was tingling, an angry flame ignited in his chest: if the place is really covered with the blood of the victim, he must bring the originator to him Law, throw it into prison or death row!
The floor is not flat, sometimes like uphill, sometimes downhill. The aisle keeps turning, as if trekking in a Mebius ring connected end to end, it will never end. The constant loss of physical strength and the pain of the wound made Leo's feet heavier and heavier, and the sore and numb feet could hardly be lifted. He rested his back against the wall next to a door for a short rest, his back elbow didn't know what protrusions hit him, and made a crunching sound like a rusty pendulum.
He heard some dull, rumbling sound coming closer and closer ...
what is that? A black metal ball with a diameter of more than one meter was so large that it almost filled the hallway, like a giant bowling ball running on the billiard lane, rolling towards him!
Hell, this scene is like an old low-cost horror movie! But the fact is in front of him, even if he sticks himself to the wall, he can't escape the end of his stomach when he is crushed over his back!
Leo shook the door on both sides frantically, hoping that any one of them could be loosened a little. After he was hopeless, he turned and ran away, dragging every door passing by. He remembered that the previous door that could be opened was not far from here, but the banging sound approaching behind him reminded him of a cruel reality-in any case, he had no time to run back there!
Fear of despair stirred his brain like a sharp knife, and when he thought he was about to escape, a man's voice came from above his head: "Grab my hand-fast!"
Survival instinct urged him, and he jumped without hesitation, catching the helping hand that came down from the ceiling.
A pair of strong hands with fingerless tactical gloves clenched his wrists firmly, pulling him up into the ventilation duct. Leo cooperated with two forearms to support the metal plate of the pipe opening, struggling to climb upwards, and with the help of the other party, he quickly pulled his body hanging in the air into the square ventilation duct.
A huge iron ball rolled under his feet, and the metallic ball scratched a harsh sound on the rubber at the sole of the boot.
Leo wheezes on the ventilating duct with a bad smell. The shivering sensation from the bottom of his heart spreads throughout his body, driven by adrenaline, causing his muscles to shake involuntarily.
"Relax, it's okay," said a voice in my ear.
Leo settled down to see the man who had saved his life at a critical juncture. Face to face with him, lying on the same ventilation duct, black hair, black eyes, yellow race, looks young, not more than 28 years old, looks very handsome but lacks characteristics, looks stunning when he sees, and then has a blurred impression , As if copied from the cover of a fashion magazine. A fluent English with a slight Oxford accent, 80% of his language teacher is from southern England.
It was a strange face he had never seen before. When looking at those dark eyes, he couldn't help but think of the cryingly treated sword. The black coating covered the reflection of the blade. His bare skin felt a sense of exploitation.
As if an aura of light emerged, and as if a gigantic initiation, Leo suddenly understood the identity of the other party at this moment. He throbbed his dry, peeling lips, a name, or a code, exactly, from the back of his head—
"'Killing blue'! You are killing blue!"
The man stared at him from a few feet away, and the corner of his mouth slowly provoked a wicked smile: "Hello, Leo, the persevering pursuer."
Leo opened his mouth silently. After a whole year of hunting, he had too many doubts, anger and emotions. He had imagined countless times how to interrogate the details if he was caught, but at this moment he couldn't say a word. This sudden, but close encounter, stirred his mind into a pot of mixed salads, wrapped in a thick paste.
In the end, he first opened his mouth: "Come on, follow me, we leave from the ventilation ducts. There are institutions everywhere, some have been out of order for a long time, and some can trigger operations. The general control room is in the bedroom on the top floor, I think You don't like single horses to challenge those two professional-level killers. "
He started to lean back against the inner wall with his soles. After a short while, Leo finally recovered his language ability. Among many entangled questions, he extracted the most critical in the current situation: "Where is this place?"
"Holmes' horror castle, have you heard of it?"
"Holmes?"
"No, not the famous detective. H.H.Holmes."
As he said, Leo reacted immediately: Henry Howard Holmes, the first serial killer in American criminal history and the first serial killer with schizophrenia. Worthy of the nickname of "Dr. Pain Pain", he used murder to obtain insurance money, seize the industry, accumulated huge wealth, and then built a hotel-style building "Wonderful Hotel in the World", waiting for the victims to throw themselves in the net. More than a hundred of them have their own advantages. Just now he has seen some facilities and uses. This homicide castle full of institutions was burned by Holmes before he fled. Police have unearthed more than 200 corpses from the ruins, which is just a burning hell.
During his detention, the murderless doctor also wrote a book pleaded not guilty. His admirers rebuilt the hotel on the ruins and called it "Holmes's Terror Castle", which was opened as a tourist attraction. Holmes went to the death penalty, but the ghost of the killer was still in the scorched ruins and wandering the dark side of people's minds. Many strangers and enthusiasts came here to visit and worship, until the government ordered it to be completely closed.
A century later, the replica of this homicide castle is already an uninhabited deserted city on the shores of Lake Michigan, and it was unexpected that it would become a shelter for two serial killers.
"Awful place ..." Leo murmured as he followed Sha Qing crawling through the ventilation ducts.
"No, just like a fat spider, it just sits waiting for the prey to come to the door, regardless of the old, the weak, the sick, and the residual photos, all without any technical content." Said Sha Qing.
Sure enough, the thinking of the police and the murderer will never be on the same path! Leo gritted his teeth and determined that his sore and tired body couldn't even move his anger. "Why save me?" He asked gloomily. "I thought we should be the opposite."
"We are indeed facing each other, and the purpose of my trip is not to save people." Killing Qing laughed lightly.
— Of course, to kill. Leo silently filled in the last sentence in his heart.
"As a detective with a bonus, I don't ask you to repay your life-saving grace, only to trouble you one thing: don't hinder my work." The killing of the young man stopped suddenly, his face turned, and said coldly: "Otherwise I stand by and watch them put the White Knight on your body. "
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