Chapter 916 Broken limbs
The duo, who aspire to become memes, lead the way with a tragic heart.
There is nothing we can do about it.
After all, the information Yuko detected was that there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood ahead.
Although it is not ruled out that the wandering spirit Ichiro is under the illusion of magic, but the illusion that can release the wandering spirit to be controlled is not a simple thing no matter how you think about it. In this case, the wizards can only lead the way.
"The smell of blood is getting stronger." Hermione sniffed the smell in the air and said worriedly. Suddenly she felt something stepped on her feet. She looked down and screamed out. She subconsciously kicked her feet forward, and was hit by Things she stepped on flew away.
It turned out to be an arm.
The little wizards who were attracted by the exclamation turned their heads and saw the arm, and stopped one after another.
Hermione took a deep breath for a long time before she recovered. After all, it was a corpse. Even the police who had been handling cases for many years would still be frightened, let alone a group of brats who had not yet graduated.
Even more so, if in the Muggle world, they were just a group of college students and not medical students, how could they not change their expressions in front of the corpse.
No, in fact, even medical students may not be able to accept it.
Suppressing the nausea in his heart, Robert picked up the severed limb on the ground. Although he was not a medical student, he could still distinguish his left and right hands clearly.
Moreover, this hand was covered with mud and scratches. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Robert felt that the place where it should appear most should be outdoors instead of in this art museum.
"There's something wrong." He muttered and handed the severed limb to Takashi Murakami, who came over. "This thing doesn't look like it will appear indoors..."
Murakami's eyes were a little broken, "Brother, there shouldn't be amputated limbs in the art museum, right?"
"Well, that's not what I meant." Robert said helplessly, "Look clearly, Student Council President, I want to say that this thing is more likely to appear on a Quidditch field full of dirt and grass clippings, rather than a clean and tidy indoors. Under construction!”
Only then did Murakami turn his attention to the severed limb. His expression was extremely wonderful, "Well, I have to say that your heart is strong enough, Mr. Leslie, but what does this mean? Maybe..."
He paused for a moment and then said reluctantly, "The priests brought them here just to hold sacrifices? They should be holding sacrifices, right? Otherwise, how could they wear the uniforms?"
Hey, your relationship is so bad that you can't even think about it and it will be damaged just by talking about it?
Robert then thought about it, maybe it was true.
It's obviously a fight between two gangs, but you called in foreign aid to clean up my side. No matter how you think about it, it's not a pleasant thing.
Especially the party being purged is already relatively weak, so just a few words of verbal damage is already a light thing.
but……
"I've never heard of any kind of sacrifice that requires a severed limb dug out of the soil..." Robert complained, "Do you think this is a sacrifice to an evil god?"
How can any clergyman worship an evil god? !
But then he thought about it, the HP world is generally considered to be a Cthulhu-style wizard fairy tale, so it seems that worshiping the evil god is not impossible?
Thinking of this, Robert felt that his whole body was in bad shape! Why can you see tentacle monsters everywhere?
While thinking wildly, the little witches had already approached.
Although they were a little disgusted, the two witches were better at potions and human bodies than the wizards. After a simple identification, they came to a conclusion.
"This arm is not new." Yuko said, "It should have been brought here."
Murakami Takashi spread his hands and said, "Look, I just said this thing was used by those priests for sacrifice."
Robert looked at him speechlessly. Regardless of whether it was brought by a priest or not, the behavior of throwing severed limbs is wrong, right?
"Compared to that..." Yuko and Hermione suddenly looked at their feet and asked with some worry, "Have you noticed any problems with the ground beneath your feet?"
Robert and Murakami were a little puzzled, and then looked at their feet at the flickering red light around them.
It was dark brown ground.
The two of them looked at the little witches with confusion.
"Any questions?"
"The art works here seem to be replicas in full proportions, so it's not impossible to imitate the original exhibition environment, right?"
Robert remembered that there seemed to be a room here that was built to imitate a pyramid, with various dazzling golden paintings inside.
Yuko and Hermione both rolled their eyes. Hermione took out a small shovel from somewhere and shoveled it hard on the ground.
A piece of soil was dug out, smelling of putrid blood, and the little wizards subconsciously covered their noses.
"This smell is a bit scary." Robert complained, "But Hermione, are you okay with this? You just pried up the floor of the art museum. Although it is not impossible to restore, isn't it bad to do this?"
Hermione slapped her forehead angrily, a little shocked at her boyfriend's reaction speed, "Didn't you realize that this is no longer an art museum?"
Robert was stunned and looked around.
In the dark space, faint red light appeared from time to time. This was the reason why they could still move forward without using the glowing spell.
"It seems... there is no difference." Robert said hesitantly, "If I remember correctly, just now, before we encountered the severed limb, there were those stone pillars next to us, and they are still the same now."
Murakami stamped his feet and was also very confused, "The touch is the same, but why can Miss Granger use a shovel to lift the floor tiles... No, it's not floor tiles, it should be soil."
The little wizards looked at each other with strange expressions for a moment.
"Is it because we are standing in different positions?" Hermione raised a point, but then denied it, "But aren't we standing together?"
Hearing this, Robert stood next to her, stamped his feet, and stretched out his hand, "Lend me the shovel."
Hermione handed over the shovel in her hand, and Robert squatted down and shoveled on the ground. Unlike Hermione who effortlessly shoveled out a piece of soil on the ground, he tried several times but failed to knock out a brick on the ground.
"Look, it's completely useless." Robert glanced at the little witches innocently, "Is this supernatural event divided into men and women?"
Murakami's head was full of black lines, "How could there be such a strange supernatural event! How boring must that spirit be to do such a thing?" As he spoke, as if to prove his words, Murakami Jumping forward, he was like a naughty kid who wanted to test the elasticity of his sofa.
Then, he stepped into the floor tiles.
