Chapter 685 Rat Tide

The prison doctor was also stunned.

The reason why he asked this was because he felt the heavy breath of life in the gambler's body.

Therefore he judged that gamblers should be people of the old world like himself.

That's why he asked such a question.

Unexpectedly, the gambler actually admitted that he had never studied history.

The prison doctor said with some embarrassment: "Then there's nothing we can do. You don't know the history of the Middle Ages, so I can't share this interesting thing with you."

Gamblers are also a little helpless.

This was the first time he felt the inconvenience of being uncultured.

There is no way, he grew up in the casino.

Although there were books brought to him by the casino staff, they did not include books on history.

Therefore, gamblers are blind to what happened in history and know nothing.

Just when the gambler was about to say something to ease the embarrassment.

Next to the narrow road, the water flow in the diversion channel suddenly became turbulent.

So much so that small whirlpools appeared on the water surface.

The sound of water flowing continuously echoed in the corridors.

The gambler frowned, and then said in a deep voice: "There is movement!"

After saying this, he ran quickly in the direction of the water flow.

As soon as the prison doctor reacted, the gambler's figure had disappeared into the darkness.

The sound of hurried footsteps gradually faded until it could no longer be heard.

The prison doctor hurriedly followed with a kerosene lamp.

But even though he was running with all his might, he couldn't even see the gambler's taillights.

In addition, the terrain in the sewer is complicated and there are forks everywhere.

A few minutes later, the prison doctor stood at a fork in the road and fell into deep thought.

He was pretty sure he was lost.

The water flow in the backflow tank beside him also returned to calm, as if everything that happened before was an illusion.

He was alone in the darkness.

The light of the kerosene lamp in his hand worked hard to disperse the surrounding darkness.

The wick beat wildly in the entry, like a tiny life struggling in the darkness.

The prison doctor took a deep breath.

The smell of decay penetrated into his trachea along the air intake hole of the beak mask on his face.

For some reason, the prison doctor felt a burning sensation in his lungs.

It was like inhaling some deadly poisonous gas.

The prison doctor sighed inwardly, knowing that he might be being targeted.

He slowly took two steps back until his back hit the wall.

Looking at the darkness ahead, the prison doctor only saw calmness in his eyes.

A figure slowly walked out of the darkness.

It sounds like walking, but it's actually more like crawling.

The figure was lying on the ground, crawling in a twisted posture.

Through the dim orange light emitted by the kerosene lamp, the prison doctor could clearly see the face of the visitor.

It was a pale, bloodless face that could be called sick.

There were long beards on either side of his face.

There was a long tail trailing behind him, with sparse gray-black hair on it.

Look at his body again.

At this moment, the prison doctor found that he could not find words to describe that body.

It was not the body of some kind of humanoid or beast at all.

It was made up of rotting rat corpses wrapped together, resembling a torso.

Those rat corpses seemed to be held together by some kind of glue.

The prison doctor could even clearly see the gray eyes of the rat corpse and the dirty strands of hair.

The extremely rancid smell penetrated into the prison doctor's trachea.

As the other party got closer and closer, the burning feeling in the prison doctor's lungs became stronger and stronger.

The prison doctor did not try to escape, because in such circumstances, escape was a very unwise choice.

He took out a syringe from his black windbreaker.

The syringe contains his special antibiotics.

Without any hesitation, the prison doctor directly inserted the syringe into his heart.

The antibiotics were mixed in his blood and pumped throughout his body by his heart.

After the potion in the syringe bottomed out, the prison doctor felt much better.

The burning feeling in my lungs gradually faded.

During this process, the prison doctor's eyes did not leave the figure for a moment.

For some reason, he felt a familiar feeling on the other person's body.

Especially that bloodless face, it looked like it had been seen somewhere before.

However, because he was not very impressed, the prison doctor did not immediately remember where he had seen this face.

The figure came from the water and finally stood in front of the other two passages, blocking two of the three intersections.

"Mr. Mouse?" The prison doctor was silent for a moment, and finally only thought of such a suitable title.

At this time, he also felt a little funny.

Unexpectedly, the source they were looking for was actually related to rats.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

"Squeak squeak!!!"

In an instant, countless mouse cries sounded from all directions, as if they had been blessed by 3D surround sound.

The prison doctor suddenly raised his head.

Just then, a mouse fell from the ceiling and landed on his beak mask.

The rat was as big as a grown man's hand.

It lay on the prison doctor's face, staring into the prison doctor's eyes with its eyes filled with bloodthirsty red light.

At the same time, the prison doctor noticed the dense rats on the ceiling.

They lay on the ceiling, their sharp claws deeply embedded in the cement.

Similarly, their eyes were full of bloodthirsty red light.

"Squeak!!!"

The rat lying on the prison doctor's face waved its claws and kept scratching the bird-beak mask on the prison doctor's face, trying to send the virus on its claws into the other party's body.

However, its attack could not break the prison doctor's defense at all.

There was not even a trace left on the bird-beak mask.

The prison doctor raised his hand, grabbed the rat lying on his face, and then threw it to the ground.

This action seemed to turn on some kind of switch.

The rats lying on the ceiling fell down like raindrops.

The harsh "squeak" sound was also as endless as the sound of rain.

Not only that, there were countless rats in the diversion trough rushing towards this direction frantically.

They gathered together, like a tide, and people's backs were chilled.

On the walls, in the water, on the ceiling, there were rats with red eyes everywhere.

If a patient with trypophobia saw this scene, he would probably have a physiological reaction of vomiting on the spot.

Fortunately, the prison doctor was not a trypophobic patient, so he did not have any violent reaction to such a scene.

The huge figure lying in the middle of the fork did not move at all, but just looked at the prison doctor quietly.

The crazy emotion in his eyes made the prison doctor feel cold.

Obviously, this is a god who has lost control.

This is different from what the gambler guessed.

The other party does not have any gambler's thinking.

He is just crazy.