"Stay here!"
Kieran said to Schmidt as he looked at the faint mist lingering above the sanatorium.
Kieran's Mystical Knowledge told him that the mist was the manifestation of negative energy materializing when it reached a certain level.
It was very common in barren hills and graveyards.
However, there was only one possibility for such a phenomenon to occur in a suburban sanatorium.
Everyone in the sanatorium was dead!
No matter what had caused the death of everyone in the sanatorium, Kieran could not afford to be careless.
Kieran put down his big backpack and took out the box with Arrogant Word. He slung his belt over his shoulder and took out some necessities from his backpack before he got out of the Picard.
"Don't turn on the headlights. Back up to the fork we passed earlier. Only open the door when I'm there and you're sure it's me!"
Kieran reminded Schmidt.
Schmidt gestured that he understood and took out a bottle containing some kind of powder. He started to spread it around the car.
Kieran wasn't surprised at all.
It would be strange if he didn't have any tricks up his sleeves since he was the person in charge of dealing with the mystical incidents.
Kieran watched as the car started up again and returned to the fork road about 300 meters away. There was a sign for the Gordon Rehabilitation Centre before he turned around and headed back to the rehabilitation centre.
The afterglow of the setting sun disappeared after a while.
Night fell.
It was originally just a faint fog, but the moment the moon rose, it became thicker.
The whole sanatorium became even quieter.
Even the wind seemed to have stopped blowing.
However, the thicker mist moved without any wind and gathered around Kieran.
It was like a giant hand formed by the mist, trying to crush Kieran.
However, when the mist touched Kieran's body, it dispersed and turned back into mist.
[Negative Energy Corrosion: Body of Evil, low level negative energy corrosion is ineffective.]
"So this is the first line of defense?"
Kieran looked at the information recorded on his retina and could not help but slow down. He became even more cautious.
He believed that no matter what the person's goal was, the person who massacred the entire sanatorium would not just set up a single line of defense.
There must be something else!
Kieran stepped into the shadows created by the interweaving of the moon and the buildings. He carefully crossed a large lawn and a fountain with only a pool of stagnant water before he arrived at the main hall of the sanatorium.
Throughout the entire journey, they did not encounter any more attacks.
A glass door with barbed wire that was locked from the inside was naturally not a problem for Kieran.
After a brief inspection, the Deceiver's key easily opened the lock. Pushing open the glass door, Kieran flashed in.
Standing in the shadows, Kieran sized up the hall in front of him, or rather, the main reception desk.
The desk wasn't wide, but it wasn't narrow either. It was more than enough for three people to stand behind it. The desk was divided into two sections. The top layer had a bell button and two telephones with an external line and an internal line respectively. It seemed like it was prepared for visitors.
The bottom layer had a desk that was as tall as a person's wrist after sitting down. On top of the desk were ballpoint pens, registration books, paper clips, staplers, and other miscellaneous items used by the sanatorium staff.
There was also an open bag of potato chips.
The smell of barbecued meat.
Behind the service counter, there was a big slogan: "Gordon Nursing Home Brings You the Feeling of Home.
Beside it was a magnified image of a sweet-looking nurse with a smile on her face.
However, in the darkness, the image that should have been pleasing to the eye became gloomy and scary.
Kieran glanced over the image and did not feel uncomfortable at all.
He didn't feel any discomfort at all. The things he had experienced had already made him quite immune to the things in front of him.
Because of his Transcendence Undercover, Kieran felt safe standing in the darkness and shadows.
The darkness did not frighten him.
Quite the contrary, it provided him with protection.
Kieran knew that very well.
His eyes did not stop there. Instead, he quickly scanned his surroundings. Finally, in the corridor to the left of the reception desk, Kieran found what he was looking for: the layout of the sanatorium.
According to the building plan of the sanatorium, the Goddard Sanatorium was roughly divided into three parts, forming a general layout.
The middle part was the main reception desk, the surveillance room, and the doctors' and nurses' quarters.
The left part was the patient's ward, activity room, and medical room. The right part was the canteen, laundry room, and a side door that led to the parking lot.
In fact, according to Schmidt, the right side was supposed to have a spa treatment room, but due to financial constraints, it had been converted into a parking lot.
After all, the sanatorium was built with donations. One could not ask for too much.
Kieran remembered the self-deprecating look on Schmidt's face when he had said that.
Obviously, the word "donation" was something to ponder over.
Still, it did not stop the Gordon Sanatorium from being trusted.
For people like Louver, who were considered mentally ill by the public, the sanatorium was always the first choice.
"Louver's ward is 202 on the left."
"Huh?"
Kieran recalled Schmidt's description and headed to the left. However, as soon as he took a step forward, he stopped.
The corridor on the left was also locked.
It was not a glass door with barbed wire, but a simple iron door. There were a total of two of them.
From Kieran's point of view, the first one was an iron door that could be pushed and pulled, and the second one was made entirely out of metal, leaving only a small window at the height of a person's head.
However, the locked door was not the reason why Kieran stopped.
His eyes were glued to the thick glass window.
Or rather, the person behind the window.
It was a little girl around five to six years old with long blonde hair and blue eyes.
Her skin was fair, and in the dark, it even had a faint glow to it.
It gave off a feeling of holiness.
The word popped up in Kieran's mind.
The girl opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something to Kieran.
But in this silent environment, not a single word came out of the other party's mouth.
When she realized that Kieran did not hear her, she became even more anxious.
At the same time, she kept turning around, as if something was chasing her. Then, her eyes were glued to the iron door's lock.
"You want me to open the door?"
Kieran asked.
The girl nodded repeatedly.
Then, she turned around and looked behind her, as if the thing chasing her was getting closer and closer.
"Oh!"
Kieran nodded with a look of realization.
Then, without turning around, he kicked the door behind him.
Behind Kieran was a big monster in a nurse uniform, its mouth wide open with fangs.
Kieran's kick landed on the monster's abdomen.
Bang!
The first one was even worse.
It had been raining for a whole night in Decadent House. It was like opening the window and looking at the sea!
The only helpless thing was that Decadent House had leaked again.
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