"Gwen Stacy, do you have any strange feelings?"
Peter's body was full of weapons and he felt heavy. He held a long knife tightly in his hand. Seeing that the countdown on the screen was about to end, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
He thought that as Spider-Man, he had great power, so how could he feel the weight of the weapons on his body?
Then he couldn't help but try it, bending the long knife in his hand vigorously.
Then his expression changed. He felt like an ordinary person now. The long knife that could be easily bent was now motionless. Instead, his arm felt sore and weak.
Gwen Stacy rolled his eyes at him and continued to check the weapon configuration on his body without answering.
On the contrary, Harry, who was already prepared, saw Peter's uneasiness, and his eyes joked, "Peter, aren't you scared?"
Then he straightened his face and guessed. "Our current physical condition should be that of ordinary people. This should be the rule here."
"After all, it is a trial. There must be a way to prevent us from using our powerful force to push it sideways, right?"
When Peter heard Harry's analysis, he agreed in his heart and felt that what he said made sense. That guy Li Ge made First Heaven's trial so uncomfortable. It is normal for his power to be limited now.
Thinking about it this way, Peter started to look forward to what would happen next. The experience he had accumulated in fighting the enemy during this period of chivalry would still be useful.
At this moment, the countdown on the screen finally came to an end, and a clear prompt sounded, "The mission begins!"
"Buzz--!"
The prompt ended, and inexplicable fluctuations instantly occurred in the space. The originally silent place outside except for the movements of the three of them suddenly began to hear various sounds, such as rustling, dragging, whistling... It became alive, and there was also a faint roar.
Gwen Stacy raised the pistol in his hand and was the first to arrive at the rusty iron door of the locker room. While gently holding the door handle, he gestured with his eyes to Peter and Harry to come closer.
Peter and Harry looked at each other, their hearts beating violently. Facing the unknown situation outside, they couldn't help but become nervous. One held a knife, the other held a gun, one left and one right, and stood behind Gwen Stacy with slow steps.
"Click! Squeak--!"
Gwen Stacy Take a deep breath and slowly apply force on your hands. The faint mechanical sound of the door handle turning and the door shaft turning are particularly harsh in the quiet environment.
Peter's hands began to sweat, and he held the knife with a little more strength. He stared at the crack in the door that expanded with the movements of Gwen Stacy's hands, ready to hand the knife out at any time.
Harry's face was full of excitement, and the corners of his mouth were grinning. Ghoul's power had profoundly affected him. Even though he only had a conscious body now, his desire to fight and destroy had not diminished. Instead, it was more obvious because he was no longer bound by the body.
"Bang!"
The door panel finally opened completely and knocked gently against the wall, making a soft sound. The dust on the top rustled down, making the sight of Peter and the three of them a little blurry.
Gwen Stacy dodged back to avoid the dust, and then the three of them covered their noses with one hand, clenched their weapons with the other, and looked out the door with wide eyes.
"Hoo--!"
The draft blew in their faces, blowing the dust directly to their feet, and their vision became clearer.
Outside the door is a corridor ten meters away. A few meters away on the left is the bathroom sign, and on the right is a locked utility room. The corridor leads directly to the open space outside.
The dim sunlight only illuminated the entrance outside the corridor, and a ray of light came from the locker room behind them, allowing them to barely see clearly what was going on in the corridor. The overhead lights were not on, and most of the corridor was gray.
The three of them carefully stepped out of the locker room and headed outside.
"Pfft... pfft..."
As soon as they walked to the bathroom door, a dull sound of rags slapping on the water reached their ears.
The three of them paused and looked into the bathroom at the same time. Because of the barrier, they saw nothing. They could only communicate with their eyes, slowly raised their weapons in front of their eyes, and walked inside as quietly as possible.
"Pfft..."
As soon as they stepped across the threshold, their feet felt sticky and made a wet sound.
With the help of the faint light, the terrifying scene in front of the sink immediately froze the three of them.
A thin figure wearing a school uniform hung most of his body on the sink, with his hands raised and stretched forward, his fingers twisted and pulled on the mirror, and his nails were folded, leaving dazzling blood stains on the mirror.
The mirror was not complete either. Spider web-like cracks covered most of the mirror surface, and some fragments fell sparsely onto the sink.
The figure was motionless, or it could be said that he was no longer qualified to move, because his waist and abdomen were strangely collapsed downwards, causing his butt to be higher than his waist even when it was hanging down by the sink.
What made Peter and the three of them feel Shocker even more was that the figure's head was completely buried in the sink, and the water was turned on, which almost eliminated the sound of water flow.
The water overflowed along the sink and was guided down through the figure's feet hanging on the ground. As it flowed through the figure's waist and abdomen, the color of the water began to become darker.
The figure's head rose and fell slightly with the water, and the school uniform jacket turned up to the shoulders kept slapping the water, making a soft popping sound.
Peter The three people's bodies stiffened for a moment, but they couldn't move their eyes away. They stared at the figure or corpse. A strange sweet smell finally broke into their nostrils and penetrated deeply into their minds.
It can be said that this is the first time they have been in such close contact with a corpse.
Harry took out a bright flashlight from his waist with trembling hands, which he had specially picked up from the weapons shelf, and pressed the switch on the sink under the horrified and strangely longing eyes of Peter and Gwen Stacy.
"Da!"
The condensed beam of light shot straight, and the blurred picture instantly became clear and detailed.
Corpses, blood and water, twisted limbs, collapsed waists and abdomens with bloody flesh, broken mirrors, and the dark red sticky color under their feet, all these images were stuck in their eyes and imprinted in their minds.
"Ugh... ugh..."
Gwen Stacy, this girl who had always been resolute and courageous was finally shocked by the scene that would give ordinary people nightmares. She turned around and ran away without caring about hiding or being quiet. Then she supported the door of the utility room opposite, hunched over, her stomach twitched desperately, and made a loud retching sound. Tears overflowed instantly, blurring her vision.
The situation of Peter and Harry was not much better. They were trembling all over and hurriedly dragged their weak legs to follow them.
They leaned against the wall of the corridor, their eyes subconsciously avoiding the sink. They glanced at each other and saw each other's pale face and rolling throat.