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A twisted corpse hung upside down from the metal gate.
Sharp iron bars stood like a row of spears, their pointed tips piercing the air.
Between these sharp bars, the contorted body was suspended from the gate, the barbs deeply embedded in the flesh, dark red, viscous blood oozing from the wounds and mingling with the black paint of the metal.
An eyeball fell to the ground.
The dust-covered eyeball rolled to Wu's feet.
As he bent down, he saw that the eyeball was marred with grotesque veins, as if filled with countless blood vessels.
Furrowing his brow, he paused and gestured for his companions behind him not to approach.
He circled around the dusty eyeball several times before suddenly bringing his right foot down heavily upon it.
With a squelch—
A strange muffled sound echoed as the eyeball burst under his weight, its insides splattering out.
However, when he lifted his foot and looked at the shattered eyeball at his feet, he found nothing unusual.
On the slightly dusty ground, aside from the liquid that had spilled out when the eyeball burst, there was nothing else.
There was no strange object hidden within it as he had suspected.
Then he turned his gaze back to the corpse hanging from the Metal Gate. The body had been so brutally mutilated that it was barely recognizable. Both arms and legs had been severed by some unknown sharp weapon, leaving only a bare torso hanging from the door.
The blood-soaked skull was unrecognizable, its features obscured, while the severed limbs were nowhere to be found, lost in some forgotten corner.
As Wu and the others approached, they could clearly see the bloody stumps where the limbs had been detached.
However, it seemed that the body had been here for quite some time. No blood flowed from the wounds anymore.
When Wu and his companions looked down, they could not find many traces of blood on the ground, as if the body had been moved here after the blood had dried up.
Zhao Bo stepped forward, frowning as he carefully examined the body and its surroundings, revealing a look of astonishment.
"Is this Chen Shu? Then who was screaming earlier? This body only has severed limbs; there are no other wounds. It’s impossible for him to have died so quickly... And what about the blood? Where did all his blood go?"
Wu furrowed his brow as he looked at Chen Shu's dismembered body. He discreetly scanned the faces of those around him before suddenly speaking up. "Everyone, count off and see if anyone is missing."
A wave of tension swept through the group as they recalled their missing companions, all of whom had vanished during this large-scale operation.
At Wu's prompt, everyone began to observe their teammates closely and soon breathed a sigh of relief.
"No one is missing."
"Captain, everyone is here; no one is gone."
Wu nodded in understanding. "First, let's take Chen Shu's body down and return it to his parents. As for tracking down the murderer, everyone remain calm. I already have some leads."
At this statement, everyone was taken aback.
"Captain, you found a lead?"
"Really? Captain, have you really found a clue?"
"Of course! When has the Captain ever lied to us? If he found it, then he definitely found it."
"Impressive as always, Captain... By the way, what is the clue? Who exactly is the murderer?"
Wu Tanxun scanned the faces of everyone present and silently shook his head.
"Don't panic, take it slow. The murderer is hiding among us. There's no rush; it's not time yet."
As he spoke, he watched as Mirror and Old Yi lowered Chen Shu's body, then gestured for everyone to leave.
"Let's go back and bring Li Ming's body too. After that, I'll tell everyone who the murderer is."
A group of people nodded in agreement and turned to leave one after another.
Wu tightened his grip on the gun, walking alongside Mirror and Old Yi, coldly observing the backs of the others.
His gaze was filled with inquiry, silently searching for possible breakthroughs.
Yet there was no movement.
All the Survivors displayed the same demeanor; no one showed any signs of abnormality, as if everything was just as it had always been.
However, Wu knew that things were no longer the same.
The silent deaths of three companions were accusing this mansion of its strangeness and evil.
As he walked through the gradually dimming mansion, he felt an illusion that he and his companions had inadvertently stumbled into a lair inhabited by Evil Spirits, being mocked and scorned by the darkness lurking around them.
Then they returned to the square, where everyone stood straight according to their respective groups.
These Survivors were not all soldiers. To cultivate their combat abilities and teach them how to use weapons, the base had specifically assigned personnel to train these Survivors for a long period.
Perhaps they were not as professionally skilled as career soldiers, but at least they were not much weaker in terms of formation capabilities, and they understood the importance of discipline and obeying orders.
At this moment, more than thirty individuals stood in two lines before Wu, their heavy firearms resting on their shoulders, silently awaiting his command.
Behind Wu, Jingzi and Old Yi gently laid Chen Shu's mutilated body flat on the ground in the square. The two stood behind Wu like loyal guards.
After scanning the faces of everyone present, Wu raised his right hand.
On the back of his right hand was a faint line of blood.
It was from a cut he had made earlier with a dagger; the wound had not yet healed, and the residual blood appeared strangely glamorous.
"Raise your hands; let me see if your marks are still there."
More than thirty Survivors simultaneously raised their right hands, one by one—some thick, some dark.
Without exception, each of these hands bore a faint blood mark; no one was missing it.
Wu stood before the fountain in the square, his gaze coldly sweeping over the backs of all the Survivors' hands, finding no abnormalities.
"Now count off and see who is missing."
A group of people whispered among themselves, confirming whether those they knew were still present.
Two minutes later, the Survivors began to report their situations to Wu one by one.
"Report, Captain. No one is missing."
"Good, as long as no one is missing."
Wu stood in front of the Fountain, with the splashing water behind him, while a neatly arranged group of Survivors stood before him, their gazes somewhat cold.
"Now you all..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the crowd fell silent.
In front of him, the Survivors stared at him in shock, their eyes wide as if they had encountered some terrifying and bizarre monster.
Their focus was on Wu, who was speaking. The expressions of fear in their eyes suggested that he had transformed into a horrific and strange evil Giant Monster, filled with dread. (To be continued...)
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