Hunter of Mysterious Creature-Chapter 598 - 149: Eerie Grotesque Faces

Wang Zheng felt as though every part of his body had gone numb... He instinctively reached out his hand and touched his trousers.

Luckily, they were dry.

As long as I didn't wet myself, it's a victory... Wang Zheng comforted himself like this, took a deep breath, and slightly calmed his terrified heart.

"Mr. Xu, look, I wasn't wrong, was I?" Even though Chimera 17 and Bunker 1 were dozens of kilometers apart, Wang Zheng couldn't help but lower his voice, as if their conversation could be overheard by Chimera 17.

However, when Wang Zheng turned to look at Mr. Xu, he found that Mr. Xu was standing there stiffly, his face showing an expression of extreme fear.

"Mr. Xu?" Wang Zheng was taken aback. Just a few seconds ago, Mr. Xu was telling him "Don't be scared of a hammer," so why did he now look scared to death?

Something's not right!

Wang Zheng suddenly realized that Mr. Xu was a battle-hardened elite investigator, hailed as a "living legend" by his peers. He's seen it all. No matter how bizarre or terrifying, Mr. Xu probably had witnessed it firsthand. How could a few strange faces on Chimera 17 frighten him like this?

Even I managed to collect myself; it's impossible for Mr. Xu to be this frightened!

Mr. Xu must have discovered something more serious!

"Mr. Xu?" Wang Zheng asked quietly, his heart feeling heavy, "Are you… okay?"

"Shh..." Mr. Xu replied in a very low voice, his right hand subtly moving towards the gun holster on his waist, "Move gently, stand up, and then go outside."

Mr. Xu's voice was even lighter than Wang Zheng's, as if afraid of waking a sleeping baby beside him.

"Wh-what's going on?" Wang Zheng was full of confusion, but he still did as Mr. Xu said, carefully turning around, slightly hunched, stealthily moving towards the door.

"Quieter, move even quieter... Remember, never look up."

Mr. Xu's words had the opposite effect, making Wang Zheng want to look up… Luckily, as his gaze began to rise, his rationality regained control, forcing Wang Zheng to keep his neck down.

Above? Is there something up above?

Wang Zheng's heart was pounding rapidly, his chest thumping loudly in the dead-silent observation room, echoing sharply. All his thoughts remained on Mr. Xu's remark, leaving him unable to control his breathing.

Cold sweat trickled down both sides of Wang Zheng's face. To save energy, the heating in the observation room wasn't turned up much, maintaining around fifteen degrees Celsius... Yet at this moment, Wang Zheng's undergarments were completely soaked with sweat, sticking tightly to his body, sending a shivering chill.

"Hurry up," Mr. Xu urged softly.

His hand rested on the gun holster, yet he neither drew the gun nor looked up at the ceiling.

Why wouldn't Mr. Xu draw his gun? Does he have qualms about me?

What's really up above?

Wang Zheng felt both frightened and curious, his peripheral vision scanning around, finally finding what he was looking for.

It was the lid of a container of instant mashed potatoes, with the underside being lined with silver aluminum foil.

This lid had just been torn off by Wang Zheng and casually tossed on the table. Somehow, it ended up on the floor, the aluminum foil side facing upwards, creating a makeshift "mirror."

Wang Zheng's breath halted.

Through this "mirror," he saw that the ceiling of the observation room was filled with grotesques identical to those on Chimera 17!

These grotesques protruded directly from the concrete ceiling, with eyes closed and faces contorted.

Just like the gigantic grotesques growing on Chimera 17, there was no visible gender or age on these faces, barely resembling human features. They closely resembled soap bubbles of various sizes floating on water, densely packed, pressing against each other, almost filling every inch of the ceiling.

"You saw it too?" Mr. Xu asked softly, apparently sensing Wang Zheng's change.

With his back to Mr. Xu, Wang Zheng dared not turn around, simply nodded slightly.

"At least their eyes are still closed… Get out quickly, and whatever you do, don't wake them." Mr. Xu said.

"What about you?" Wang Zheng couldn't help but ask.

"You go first. I'll be right behind you," Mr. Xu said, "Don't worry... I'm not some overconfident fool."

Wang Zheng grabbed the doorknob, but the next second, he hesitated.

The observation room door had an automatic closer. After Ya Baishuang hurried out, the door closed by itself. Through the thick door, Wang Zheng faintly heard the alarm from the hallway outside—if he opened the door now, the alarm would echo through the observation room too.

These grotesques... will definitely be awakened by the alarm!

Wang Zheng took a deep breath, bracing himself to turn the handle with all his strength, but he still lacked the courage to push it open.

"What's taking you so long?" Mr. Xu asked, both anxious and angry, but he had to keep his voice low, making him sound almost as if on the verge of tears.

"The alarm, the alarm outside!" Wang Zheng cried quietly, "If I open the door, the alarm will definitely wake these grotesques!"