On an island.

In a certain jungle, there were a large number of fortifications, and a noise suddenly came from the core secret room.

Step on!

The sound of hurried footsteps opened the long-clogged door.

Immediately, they saw Patton, who was crawling out of a giant eggshell with his naked body.

"Did you die again?"

Patton took the towel expressionlessly and began to wipe the mucus on his body: "When is it now? When was the last time I came?"

"Sir, the date you last remembered was the 400th year of the Black Iron Calendar, and now it is the 401st year of the Black Iron Calendar, the month of the Aries..."

Several members of the Investigation Office responded respectfully.

"It seems that I died again..."

Patton had a blank expression on his face: "Where did I go?"

"According to the latest contact information, it is to go to deal with the dark rituals in Kimbert City...but..."

Just as these members stuttered, a few rapid alarms suddenly sounded.

"Has the adult's obsession egg woke up again?"

The left-behind members opened their mouths: "Did the headquarters of the Investigation Office be attacked this time?"

"Compared with that, I'm a little more interested in the dark rituals in Kimbert City..." Patton put on his clothes, walked outside, and saw several other senior investigators: "Gentlemen... we're in trouble, but before that, let's go for examination and treatment together..."

...

"Strange ability!"

Fang Yuan's eyes were far away, and he had seen this place for a long time. He couldn't help but exclaim: "It's not resurrection, but a means similar to cloning and memory replication storage and transfer. Is this done through extraordinary means? It can also be regarded as the rebirth of the low-end version..."

In fact, the real Patton has died many times long ago.

What survived afterwards were his clones and replicated memories.

Although it is just a copy, when the authentic product completely disappears, the rest will naturally be the only authentic product.

Of course, with Fang Yuan's ability, it is easy to completely destroy Patton.

For example... in his memory, a terrifying mark was planted. No matter what replica is reborn in memory, it will immediately encounter bad luck and eventually be destroyed!

"But... this kind of little fish doesn't even have the interest to kill it for a second time..."

Fang Yuan shook his head and snapped his fingers.

Step on!

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, many zombie-like investigators appeared behind him.

"Go!"

To cause trouble for the investigation department, the previous one was just an appetizer.

The real version of Resident Evil is the main meal!

"Maybe...and there's a small easter egg!"

Looking at the broken Patton corpse on the ground, Fang Yuan smiled, and a vine pierced directly into the corpse.

Crack! Crack!

A sour sound was made, and the vines broke and swallowed Patton's original bones like poisonous snakes, and replaced his original bones and stood up shakingly, turning into a half-human and half-planted monster.

"I hope you can be more decisive when you kill the monsters you have turned into..."

Fang Yuan was slightly expecting the tunnel and disappeared into the void.

...

Kimbert City, outside the haunted house.

A group of men in black arrived quietly and successfully completed the blockade.

"The first group, break into!"

Ryan was silent for a long time and finally issued an order.

Slap!

A team of men in black climbed in through the window, equipped with extraordinary items such as enchantment bullets, voodoo dolls and other extraordinary items.

"Second group!"

"The third group!"

...

Not long after, various feedback came one after another:

“The back garden is normal!”

“The corridor is normal!”

“The living room is normal!”

"No traces of enemies and fighting are found!"

"Chain the study! Come with me!" Ryan took a deep breath and walked into Robert's Haunted House through the gate with his two extraordinary men.

"Haha... let it go!" Simon wrapped his hands, followed by two soul-returning corpses wearing black cloaks, but it was very relaxed: "The extraordinary seeds of dreams have been absorbed by Nietzsche. Even if some of them remain, they will not be particularly powerful..."

"This is not necessarily the case, not to mention that the oil painting can destroy all the original people in this mansion..." Ryan looked solemn. Before coming to the study, he took a deep breath and pushed open the door with both hands.

Squeak!

The door of the study room was opened, revealing everything behind.

Bookshelf lined with mottled light and shadow.

Everything seemed to be no different from before, and Nietzsche couldn't help but feel dazed.

"It's it, dreamy!"

Immediately, Simon's voice came over.

Nietzsche recovered his spirits, patted his face, and saw the oil paintings on the wall.

‘Okay…it seems that the Andy boss really drew a fake painting to deceive people…but why, both of them give me such a real feeling?’ He couldn’t figure it out, and suddenly, it seemed like a lightning struck through the sea of ​​consciousness: ‘No…it should be said that the fake in that grocery store felt even more terrifying!’

"Simon!" Ryan winked.

Simon signaled, and the soul-returning corpse immediately stepped forward, covered the oil painting with a black cloth, and took it down.

"all the best!"

Simon smiled tooth: "I just said... it has been auctioned so many times, why didn't it reveal any problems before?"

"Okay, let your servants take it out, be careful all the way, we will go back to the base!" But Ryan didn't dare to be careless.

The group walked out of the study room and arrived at the gate.

"It seems...it's a bit too smooth?"

Nietzsche thought silently in his heart. When this thought emerged, the fireball in his head suddenly swelled and emitted a hot force.

"Ah!" He couldn't help but cover his eyes, feeling as if he was covering two stoves!

"Nietzsche, what's going on?"

Simon walked over and stretched out his palm with concern, trying to pat his shoulder.

But in Nietzsche's bloody eyes, the flesh and blood on this palm kept falling, and in the end only the bones were left.

"What's wrong, Nietzsche?" Ryan looked over with concern, and the flesh on his face fell one by one, as if it was burning oil paintings.

"ah!!!"

Nietzsche screamed, burning flames with both hands, and suddenly grabbed Simon and Ryan.

raging!

A golden flame spread from him, igniting the two monsters and turning them into torches.

In an instant, the surrounding environment changed again.

Nietzsche found himself back to the study room, but there was no one around.

On the opposite wall, half of Ryan's body had been sucked into the oil painting, and Simon was completely gone.

"After entering the study, we enter our respective hallucination worlds?"

Nietzsche bit his lip, took two steps forward, grabbed Ryan's legs, and pulled him out of the wall as if he was pulling a carrot.

After pulling Ryan out, he immediately saw a hand!

The palm was pale and illusory, slender and delicate, as if it came from a girl, who was now grasping Ryan's collar.

Ryan's face was blank and he let the other party drag him into the painting.
To be continued...