MTL - Becoming An Ancient God From Blood Therapy-Chapter 17 Lilith

Arkham case number 0101.

Management level: ten (top level)

You need to be isolated and not in contact with anyone.

Name: Lilith Carell.

Gender: Female.

Age: 45 years old.

Patient description: The patient's body is no different from that of ordinary people. The patient's legs are atrophied and necrotic and cannot move freely.

The patient's mental state is unknown, but it can be judged that he does not have any human values ​​and moral values, and he is a monster with a human body.

Special ability: The patient's language has a strong agitation ability, which can make people fall into frenzy and paranoia uncontrollably.

Conversation Notes: Don't have any conversations with her! !

Treatment Notes: No cure possible.

Core event:

On a certain day in 1914, there was a mass brawl among fifty people in the North District of Arkham. Forty-two people died and eight people went mad. According to the investigation, these people claimed to be Lilith Carell's most beloved children.

One day in 1916, a cult gathering incident occurred in the Eastern District. The members involved four major gangs and many organizations. For unknown reasons, they killed each other and 123 people died.

One day in 1917, the leader of the Finn gang, von Loen, disappeared and was found three days later from a large nursery car.

One day in 1918, the senior leader of the Hand of Chaos, Jamin Locke, suddenly fell into madness, shouting that for the great mother, he killed twelve followers of the Hand of Chaos and was killed.

One day in 1919, Lilith Carrell was arrested. Three days later, all those involved in her arrest went into a frenzy, and then committed suicide in shame.

On January 5, 1920, after a number of incidents and changes of hands, Lilith Carell was placed in Ward 0101, which was never opened at the Arkham Sanatorium.

Squeak!

I don't know how many years the heavy hydraulic door was pulled open by Ross, but what he saw after opening the door was not a room, but a layer of heavy iron door.

"Is it so direct? When did Arkham have such a brave child?" The voice continued.

This voice does have a special power. According to Ross' analysis, it can easily interfere with the thoughts of normal people.

But unfortunately, he is not a normal person.

"Child? Because I can't bear children in this life, I see someone as my own child?" Ross said casually, opening the door on the inside.

The voice was silent for a while: "Who are you?"

She was the only one who knew about this incident from the beginning to the end, and it was a dusty old story more than 30 years ago. Anyone who knew about this incident died more than 30 years ago. She can be sure .

Because those people chopped off each other's heads in front of her.

squeak...

The harsh sound of the rusty folding page turning was very unpleasant, and Ross pushed open the door of the second floor and walked in directly.

Here is a very spacious space, and bright lights illuminate the whole room.

The whole space is very clean and tidy. There is no concept of room in the huge space. It is supported by six pillars in the middle, and there is a sunken bathtub on the innermost side.

On the far left is a kitchen with a dining table in the middle, but no chairs.

On the other side, there is a bed, a dresser, and there are a lot of bookshelves near the wall. There are various books on the bookshelves.

Looking around, Ross saw a woman with long hair sitting in an old wheelchair. At this moment, she faced the bookshelf and turned her back to Ross, as if looking down at a book.

"My name is Los Arkham." Los said with a smile.

The woman with long hair didn't look back, she still made that very special and powerful voice: "I know you, son of George Arkham."

"Your father should be dead, right?"

Ross nodded: "He died a week ago."

The woman said plainly: "This is a good ending for him. His heart is full of darkness and distortion. Even if there is any chance, he will never return on the path of inhumanity."

"You know my father very well."

"I know each of you."

The woman said, put down the book, put her hands on the wheel, and turned to look at Ross.

This is a woman who looks to be in her early thirties, her skin is smooth and elastic, she has a full forehead, and her black hair is scattered casually behind her.

She has a standard melon-seed face and big, striking blood-red eyes.

Those big eyes are very special, the red is crystal clear, and you can even see the prismatic color on them, like a pair of perfect gems, embedded in her eyeballs.

With a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her tall nose, and a gray-white robe on her body, she looked like a mature, dignified, beautiful and elegant female professor at first glance.

It's just that the prolonged absence of sunlight made her skin pale and scary, and she could even clearly see the blue blood vessels under her skin.

Although her upper body is still normal, her legs have been severely shrunk. It seems that these legs have not grown again since she was twelve years old, which is incompatible with her beautiful appearance.

"It's really unforgiving! Lilith, you're getting old too." Faced with such a beautiful and well-maintained woman, Ross said so.

Lilith was a little surprised after hearing this. She reached out and touched her face and said, "My appearance should be the same as it was ten years ago."

"But, UU reading www.uukanshu.com you have put on reading glasses." Ross pointed to the glasses on her nose.

Lilith was stunned for a moment, then took off the glasses, and said with a self-deprecating tone, "I once fantasized about having a long life, but unfortunately, it's only been ten years."

At this time, Loss walked towards her generously, came to her without any hesitation, knelt down and looked at her with a smile and said, "You are much more beautiful than I imagined, I am mature and dignified, beautiful and elegant to you. My mature big sister has no resistance whatsoever."

Lilith smiled softly after hearing this: "Child, you are still young, don't think about these unhealthy things."

"I'm not too young, if you don't believe me, take a look?" Ross asked back.

Lilith's very eye-catching blood-red eyes gradually revealed a smile: "You don't seem to be afraid of me at all."

"I won't be here if I'm afraid of you." Ross said, and put his hands on her thin and shriveled legs.

Those calves were not as thick as Ross's wrists, they were full of folds, and they felt like they were not human legs, but the legs of a mummified corpse.

"How does it feel?" Lilith asked with a smile.

Ross tutted: "It's not good, it's like touching a mummified corpse. I prefer the kind of smooth, slender, and elastic legs."

Lilith leaned forward slightly, looked down at her legs and said, "I used to be proud of these legs. I like to run and jump with them."

"Then when I was thirteen years old, I was attacked by my classmates who were jealous of me, and it was completely smashed."

"I know, but it's nothing compared to having your uterus removed, right?"

Ross narrowed his eyes and looked at her like a demon.

"Especially when they were removed by their own parents."