Millennium Witch.

Chapter 106-105- Monster
"...By the way, Miss Nameless, Mr. Cromwell, how is your decapitation operation up there going?" After a moment, remembering what had happened before, Donil finally couldn't help but ask.

Previously, the human traffickers outside were very agitated, as if they had received orders. Many of their henchmen downstairs rushed up to provide support, making the victims hiding on this floor sweat with worry for the two people upstairs.

Afterwards, due to the large difference in floor levels and the fear of being discovered, they dared not go out and were not very clear about what happened. They didn't even see the cyborg jump off the building. They only occasionally heard heavy noises outside and guessed that heavy objects such as refrigerators had fallen.

Now that the two have returned unharmed, it must mean that the situation went very smoothly.
"It's all taken care of," Yvette said succinctly, continuing downstairs.

Lacking further details, everyone's attention turned to Cromwell, hoping he would reveal some specifics.

Cromwell paused for a moment, then shrugged at the dozen or so victims, giving them a no-comments look.

It's not that he has no comment, but the situation is too outrageous for him to explain in a short time.

The crowd clearly showed a hint of disappointment and dissatisfaction.

Cromwell glanced at their expressions and, realizing this wasn't quite right, said in a complicated tone, "In short, it's very perverted."

"Pervert?" Donil asked, puzzled.

“Yes, she’s a pervert.” Cromwell said without explanation, and quickly followed behind the nameless woman.

Doniler, Reese, and the other victims were speechless, thinking, "Why can't you just say what's going on? What does 'extremely perverted' mean here? How perverted could it be?"
The Riddler of the Grooves!

……

Stepping out of the shadows of the building's ground floor, a cold but liberating night breeze swept over me, and the streetlights pierced a small patch of darkness, illuminating the bleak mess on the road.

Although still surrounded by barbed wire in the industrial park, the open environment and the wind that dispelled the bloodshed slightly eased the anxiety that had been building up in the chests of the eighteen survivors, and a slight dizziness from seeing the light of day again lingered over them.

Just then, Donil's girlfriend suddenly exclaimed "Huh?" She grabbed Donil's arm, pointed to a shadowy patch at the edge of the light not far away, and said in a panic, "What...what is that?"

Following her gaze, everyone saw an indescribable, twisted, and fused mass of organic matter and metal fragments. They could barely make out some broken, thick mechanical arms, electrical connectors, and prosthetic eye parts, while the biological tissue was seeping bright red blood onto the ground, making it look particularly eerie.

"Could this be the heavy object that fell from upstairs earlier?" Rhys guessed.

Upon hearing this, apart from Cromwell, the remaining 17 victims curiously gathered around. But after looking closely, they were terrified, their expressions changing drastically, and they retreated repeatedly.

This is a cyborg that has been twisted, deformed, and smashed into a meat patty!

Why did he die here?

Was he thrown down after he died? Is that why he fell so violently?

The group finally got a clue and realized that Cromwell's "pervert" probably meant this. They all sighed in amazement, thinking that the nameless lady looked like a cool and gentle girl, but her fighting style was so fierce and ruthless. What a wonderful contrast!

But is it a bit inappropriate to describe it as "perverted"?
However, Cromwell shook his head at the crowd again, revealing an even more enigmatic expression, and said, "No... you still don't understand."

"Mr. Cromwell, what exactly are you trying to say?" Donil's fist hardened.

Cromwell said slowly, "What if I said that it wasn't Miss Nobody who threw him down, but that Miss Nobody was so powerful that she scared him into jumping off the building and dying from the fall?"

The remaining seventeen survivors fell silent, their shock and speechlessness even greater than before. They thought that if this were truly the case, it was indeed extremely perverse. ...

Passing through the desolate path and the overgrown grass rustling in the night wind, another "industrial park" appeared diagonally ahead under the night sky.

Standing in the shadows, Yvette looked towards the industrial park. The building outlines resembled the destroyed hideout from just moments before, but were slightly smaller. High-intensity searchlights relentlessly pierced the darkness, illuminating the park as bright as day. A huge "X-Light Security" company emblem was affixed to the perimeter wall, reflecting a striking light.

She immediately had the 18 rescued people temporarily hide in the sparse grove outside the park, while she silently passed through the open iron gate and went inside.

Inside the park, all the lights were on, with incandescent light pouring out from every open window, dispelling the darkness in every corner.

The monitoring room's screen wall was black; the video storage module was missing, its whereabouts unknown. Several coffee machines still emitted faint steam and lingering coffee aromas. The defensive turrets sat perched on high ground, gun barrels lowered, power indicator lights showing standby status.

But strangely, there wasn't a single person there.

The chair in the security booth was tilted to one side, a half-finished coffee sat on the corner of the table, and a water bottle was overturned on the floor. Scattered along the roadside were bullet casings, documents, and even a worn-out leather glove.

Frowning, Yvette looked around the area with a puzzled expression, but finding nothing, she silently walked into the main building.

The corridor was equally empty, and the doors to the various cells were locked, revealing mostly thin and haggard faces inside.

Yvette opened the cell doors one by one, unlocked the handcuffs with the keys she had found, and the rescued people, under her direction, joyfully gathered in the central square downstairs.

Ten minutes later, it was confirmed that all 13 victims had been rescued. Yvette came downstairs and asked the group, "Do you know what happened here? Why have all the human traffickers disappeared?"

Several victims shook their heads blankly; they had all been asleep before the incident, as it was late at night.

But just as Yvette was feeling disappointed, a figure slowly emerged from the crowd. It was a young man, not very old, with a pale face and his body trembling slightly uncontrollably, as if he had suffered great fear.

He said in a very uneasy tone, "I...I think I know what happened, but I'm not sure if it's my hallucination, or if I'm confusing a dream with reality..."

“You tell me, I’ll make my own judgment,” Yvette said.

“I think… I think they might have all turned into monsters…” The young man’s expression grew increasingly horrified as he trembled, “I… I didn’t see what happened! I was also handcuffed to the bed, but I vaguely heard some strange noises in my dream. When I opened my eyes, I saw… I saw a face! It was pressed against the outside of the ventilation window used for delivering food on the door! The gap in the iron window was very, very small, but that face… that face was squeezed there…”

His descriptions are filled with intense emotion, drawing the reader in effortlessly to the scene, and the mere narration of the current situation nearly drove him to a breakdown.

He continued, "...Its face was strange, with several eyes, and its hair looked like it was covered in worms and would wriggle! Its face would also split open, turning into a huge mouth full of sharp teeth! But it only appeared once, and then it left...I don't know where it went, and later, I was so scared that I fainted..."

The square was eerily quiet, with the pale white light of the searchlights silently illuminating the stiff outlines of everyone's bodies.

But unlike the fear and terror felt by others, Yvette sensed a familiar feeling in this description.

The head is distorted, and the face splits open into a gaping maw full of sharp teeth... This seems to be a characteristic of a first-stage humanoid deformity...

Thinking of this, Yvette observed the 13 rescued people again, but did not see the two so-called "little girls under 10 years old".

She thought she might know who the two little girls were.

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(End of this chapter)