(￣︶￣) The Haunted Building (Nine)
The moment the box was opened, a foul, frigid stench rushed out, like a cold wind from the deepest reaches of the underworld, drilling straight into the marrow. Ming Wan'er felt as if she had been contaminated in an instant.
But luckily!
At the crucial moment, the foulness—which seemed capable of tainting the mind—was absorbed by the spirit-pattern mark inside her, so she wasn't affected too badly.
Once she'd steadied herself, she gritted her teeth and snapped at the disgusting scum who was still trying to carry on with his speech:
"Spare me your nauseating act and your disgusting nonsense!"
"Still trying to whitewash your evil deeds?"
"Whatever reason brought you to this point, it can't erase the crimes you've committed!"
"This is your last chance!"
"Will you surrender and accept the law's punishment, or force us to act?"
As she spoke, Ming Wan'er couldn't help glancing at that thing again.
Inside the glass jar, the organ was so thoroughly obscured by a mass of dense, ink-black smoke that its shape was impossible to make out. The smoke roiled and surged, as if countless vengeful spirits were struggling and screaming inside it.
The organ had been completely twisted and deformed, losing its original shape. All she could see was a nauseating lump of flesh... More horrifying still, tentacles had sprouted from the mass. Long and slimy, their surfaces were covered in countless tiny suckers, and they writhed slowly against the inside of the glass as if alive.
The sight wasn't even the worst part. The most terrifying thing was the mental assault, as tangible as a physical blow!
The people in the Paranormal Containment Bureau dealt with the supernatural all year round and had seen countless horrors. Even so, looking at that writhing lump of