Infinite Pollution: The SSS Guide Pierces the Horror Dungeon - chapter 15

Idiot!

A trace of severity flashed in Wen Song’s eyes.

“She’s in your daughter’s room! She’s in your daughter’s room!” The man screamed like a madman, looking at the Rat-Head Couple before him with pleading eyes, begging to exchange Wen Song’s life for his own.

The Rat-Head Couple stared at the man, their mouths suddenly splitting open, stretching all the way to the back of their heads.

Exposed before the man’s eyes was a huge bloody maw, filled with countless sharp teeth.

Those rows of teeth actually writhed on their own, as if they could not wait to feast.

“No! No! No, aaaaaaaah-”

The man’s heart-wrenching screams echoed through the entire barbecue shop, but only moments later, the screaming stopped abruptly, replaced by a sound of chewing.

Crunch, crunch.

It was the sound of bones being crushed.

The little girl’s room was opened again.

Faint, barely perceptible tentacles circled around Wen Song. The aura on her body was nearly undetectable, and a faint golden glow emerged in her eyes.

If anyone could see it, the light in her eyes at this moment was exactly the same as the tiny yellow dots on her Spirit Body.

In the haze, a few yellow dots began to slowly open into thin slits.

She had the ability to save that man.

Wen Song thought.

But if she killed these two Rat-Headed people, would it attract more Aberrants?

She didn’t know, nor did she want to gamble.

Moreover, remembering how the man had betrayed her without hesitation before, Wen Song was no saint.

After searching the little girl’s room, the Rat-Head Couple was about to search her current location.

She had to hurry.

Wen Song turned her head, making sure her feet landed only where there was nothing, careful not to disturb a single thing in the room.

In the trash can, Wen Song picked up four crumpled pieces of paper.

[Shu Xiaoyu, multi-organ failure of unknown cause, treatment plan: None. Suggest transferring the patient to a higher-level hospital for treatment.]

The second diagnosis.

[Shu Xiaoyu, multi-organ failure of unknown cause, treatment plan: None. Suggest transferring the patient to a specialized hospital for treatment.]

The third diagnosis.

[Shu Xiaoyu, suspected multi-organ failure caused by blood infection, treatment plan: Patient has entered terminal stage, no treatment necessary.]

The fourth was a sheet of paper densely covered in red ink.

Line after line, stabbing into Wen Song’s pupils like tiny needles.

[Impossible! Impossible! Impossible! Impossible! Impossible-]

Tossing away the papers in her hand, Wen Song continued deeper inside.

There was no more space left on the floor.

Wen Song stepped onto the bed.

Pa.

A barely audible sound rang out beneath Wen Song’s foot.

She stopped, lifted the blanket, and found a medicine bottle hidden beneath the mattress.

The bottle had already been opened, its liquid drawn out. There was no information on the bottle.

Wen Song’s fingers slowly traced the bottle, inch by inch, when suddenly she paused.

Feeling carefully at the bottom, she found an inscription.

Shan, Cheng, Medicine, Industry.

There was more than just one bottle under the mattress. Wen Song lifted the mattress with one motion.

Layer upon layer, bottle after bottle.

All of them were identical in specification.

Arranged neatly under the mattress like bricks, enough to make one’s scalp tingle.

The bed was right against the window; there was no way out.

Wen Song looked at the wardrobe to the side. Her right hand gripped her gun, inching toward the wardrobe.

Only a small lamp was on in the room, dim and old, the sound of electricity sizzling in the bulb as if it could go out at any moment.

Creak-

The wardrobe was too old. The wood had warped over the years due to changes in weather, expanding and contracting with the seasons. The Rat-Head Couple, busy caring for their daughter, never had time to oil the wardrobe’s center hinges.
She opened the cabinet door. Inside, it was crammed with clothes for all four seasons, as well as thick and thin quilts and bedding sets.

Both cabinets were like this.

Nothing else?

A deep-seated intuition in Wen Song’s mind told her that something was off-there had to be something she was missing.

She had already measured the whole area of the barbecue restaurant when she first came in.

Three rooms, a corridor, a kitchen, a hall.

She had checked every place.

Where exactly was the little girl-

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration.

The kitchen!

Little girl, corpse, blood.

The three elements seemed to form a chain in Wen Song’s mind.

Creak-

All of a sudden, the door to the room was pushed open.

Wen Song shrank instantly into the wardrobe, burying herself beneath all the clothes.

Only now did she notice that all the clothes in front of her were stained with blood.

These clothes were the true source of the bloody smell in this room.

“Snap.”

Hiss… hiss… hiss…

The light in the room flickered on. The Rat-Head Couple’s smooth, furred feet padded across the floor. Wen Song could even hear them sniffing the air.

They were unwilling to miss even the faintest trace of a living person’s scent.

Wen Song calmed herself. In a split second, loop after loop of tentacles wrapped tightly around her, completely sealing her off from the outside air.

Creak-

The wardrobe was pulled open.

An oversized rat head stretched into the wardrobe, its extremely long nose only thirty centimeters away from Wen Song. Its neck did not move at all as its head slowly rotated a full three hundred and sixty degrees, scanning the inside.

Wen Song was very grateful that she had activated her olfactory filter system-otherwise, she would definitely have thrown up.

Finally, the head protruded out of the wardrobe.

In the very next instant, a sharp claw suddenly slashed toward Wen Song!

Wen Song sprang up, and with a loud bang, slammed into the wardrobe door!

The Rat-Headed Man glared at her with vicious green eyes and fell straight to the floor.

The other Rat-Headed Man hadn’t expected this sudden turn. Seeing his companion fall, he shrieked, “Screee!!!!”

His green eyes turned red! With a piercing screech, he lunged straight at Wen Song.

Wen Song fired without hesitation.

Two bodies collapsed onto the ground.

Wen Song quickly stepped out.

“Clatter.”

At the sound, Wen Song immediately turned and saw the bullets embedded in the two Rat-Headed Men’s temples simply drop out.

The two slowly got up from the floor.

“Drain the blood!”

“Drain the blood!”

Their mouths opened and closed as they uttered these words.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Wen Song didn’t hesitate for a second, firing bullet after bullet.

Watching the two fall again, Wen Song turned and dashed out, steadying her helmet.

[They’ve found me! Bullets can’t kill these Aberrants-be careful!]

In the corridor, the man’s corpse had already been picked clean, leaving only dark red bloodstains on the floor.

Wen Song didn’t pause at all, rushing straight into the kitchen.

Where?

Where was the basement?

Suddenly, Wen Song’s gaze locked onto a floorboard beneath a shelf.

That floorboard, though similar in color to the others, had been deliberately distressed to blend in with the surroundings.

But her Spirit Body was already standing on it.

[Here! Here! It’s right here!!!]