The crying was intermittent, faintly carrying a few unintelligible tones.

“Waa… my baby… ah… my baby…”

The window was pulled open a crack, and the voice transmitted slightly more clearly, bearing a heavy nasal tone and a desperate sorrow, as if she were coughing up her heart.

Peering toward the second floor next door, the group noticed a hooded woman leaning against the inner side of a balcony, tightly cradling a bundle in her arms. She was staring desperately at their building through a gap in the curtains.

The woman’s high brow bones cast deep shadows over her eyes. The twitching and contortion of her facial muscles vividly displayed her sorrow and terror.

“Save… my… baby… Please… I beg you…”

Her voice was hoarse, and the intonation of each word was somewhat eerie and stilted.

The group exchanged glances; the horror in their eyes was no less than that of the woman across from them. They didn’t speak, continuing to observe in silence. After all, they had just survived a bizarre ambush earlier that day, and they were terrified of walking into another trap.

“Come here!—Come here! Ah!! Save me!”

She frantically pounded on the window glass, a commotion that directly woke up everyone sleeping in the entire building.

“Captain Cole…?”

Inquiries from several Omni Squad members echoed from the fourth-floor stairwell.

Ian Wyatt frowned, the string in his mind pulled taut. “It’s still unclear whether that thing is human or a ghost. Everyone, maintain the highest level of alert.”

“BANG! BANG! BANG!”

As soon as he finished speaking, heavy pounding suddenly rang out from the building next door. The sound was like beating drums deep underground. The fierce noise shocked everyone into a cold sweat.

The noise seemed to come from the basement next door. The force was so immense that ripples formed in the water glass beside Ian Wyatt.

“Hahahaha!”

“Hehehe!”

Right then, an incredibly hideous giggling—one that seemed capable of piercing through the earth and exploding directly in everyone’s minds—poured into their eardrums. It was a hysterical, manic laughter originating from the depths of a throat, brimming with brutality and thirst.

Ian Wyatt felt a chill sweep down his spine. The Grinning Monsters from earlier that day had arrived as well.

“Ah!”

The woman’s intermittent sobbing instantly transformed into a scream of extreme terror. Her voice was shrill and filled with resentment.

“Hurry and save me! Ah!”

The pounding from underground grew even more frantic, accompanied by the teeth-on-edge screeching of nails scratching against the floorboards. It felt as if the stench from the Grinning Monsters’ mouths was already rushing right at their faces. Their low pants exuded excitement and an air of absolute certainty.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from Ian Wyatt’s forehead. He picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the button to contact Dylan DuPont. “Commander Ford, a suspected survivor has appeared on the second floor next door. A woman with an infant is currently under attack.”

Dylan DuPont pursed his lips, his voice calm. “It might be a trap. Don’t act rashly.”

“But it’s a lone woman and child…”

“Should we wake Captain Dawson to go take a look?”

Some Omni Squad members discussed in low voices, their hushed whispers rising and falling.

“Could a lone woman and child really survive in Decron perfectly intact like this?” Dylan DuPont ruthlessly interrupted the quiet discussions of the awakened squad members.

As soon as he had heard the commotion, he set out with Kyle Keith and a few others to the seventh floor to find Luna Dawson’s group and discuss a countermeasure.

When her door was knocked on, Luna Dawson released the fully rested little ones from her spatial dimension. Little Sweet Potato immediately darted up to Luna Dawson’s ear, communicating with her in a soft voice.

When Blake Blue opened the door, Luna Dawson and Kevin Keane were standing by the window, looking toward the second floor next door.

Sebastian Spencer frowned and said, “After entering Decron, Clayton Churchill’s and my spiritual power has been completely suppressed. Right now, we can’t even sense danger a meter away.”

Yvonne Ford and the other teammates couldn’t help but gasp. Such a situation had never occurred since they joined the Special Operations Department. They were completely unaware of the crisis just next door. Perhaps, in this bizarre darkness, there were countless damp, sinister eyes watching them.

Clayton Churchill’s face turned slightly pale. “We can’t sense even a trace of superpower fluctuation. Everyone across from us feels just like ordinary people.”

They were both at the Third Order, after all! Yet, this was the result. The entire team’s reconnaissance was completely paralyzed. Everyone looked grim.

Luna Dawson kicked off her slippers, changed into a pair of sneakers, and tied the laces tight. Taking a large gulp of the Crystal Core Solution, she looked at everyone calmly. “Let’s go up to the roof and take a look.” It really never stopped. She had just taken a shower and was only seventy percent full.

“BANG!”

“CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!”

The sound of the floor being smashed next door, mixed with the hoarse female voice, grew even louder. The woman’s terrified crying sounded as though she could barely catch her breath.

The group went up to the roof and walked into the rainy mist. Luna Dawson set up a powerful spotlight, shining it directly at the building next door. Instantly, the people still indoors on the third, fourth, and fifth floors felt as if they were seeing the sun! Regardless of what demons or monsters were out there, Luna Dawson would leave them nowhere to hide!

Wearing a raincoat and hugging Little Tiger tightly, Miles Dawson followed beside his older sister, muttering incessantly, “Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony…”

Luna Dawson rolled her eyes at him. “Don’t panic!” She then looked at Blake Blue and instructed, “Protect my brother.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Rollo, who was forced to get wet, conjured a violent gust of wind. All the glass in the room next door shattered completely. Little Sweet Potato launched hundreds of vines simultaneously, pouring down like a dense hail of bullets toward the figure by the window.

Just as the vines were about to touch it, the hooded figure flashed. It transformed into a ghost-like shadow completely untraceable to the naked eye. With a twisted posture that utterly defied common sense, it dodged all of Little Sweet Potato’s piercing strikes in a near-teleportation manner!

Her movements were absurdly light, as if she had completely broken free from Blue Star’s gravity, carrying a chilling sense of mockery.

The creature didn’t attack. It simply dropped the bundle from its arms. With a flash, it levitated outside the third-floor window. Staring at Ian Wyatt with pitch-black pupils, she tucked a stray lock of hair from under her hood behind her ear.

At this moment, the woman outside the window had completely lost her previous terror and panic, speaking in a soft and gentle voice.

“Big brother…”

Except for Luna Dawson, Clayton Churchill, and Sebastian Spencer, the moment everyone else heard that voice, their eyes instantly lost focus, and they stared at her blankly.

The woman reached out a finger and traced a circle on the transparent glass. “Big brothers… aren’t you going to invite me… inside to play?”

Ian Wyatt slowly pressed closer to the window. His lifeless face pressed so tightly against the glass that his nasal bone was forcibly flattened, and a nosebleed gushed out like open floodgates.

“Tell me… am I beautiful?”

Between the pain in his face and his nasal cavity filling with blood, he gradually regained a trace of clarity. He instinctively backed away, but froze the moment his pupils focused on the woman’s face, suddenly forgetting to breathe.

For some reason, in his eyes, the woman had a head of blonde hair. Aside from her grayish-blue eyes, she actually looked eighty percent similar to Luna Dawson.

The woman slowly slipped off the waterproof raincoat, letting her hair fall loose to reveal a perfectly proportioned, bare figure…

“Are… you… still… not… letting… me… in?”

Her pale pink fingers traced Ian Wyatt’s lips against the glass. Her voice was soft and enchanting, inviting one to sink into oblivion.

Ian Wyatt swallowed hard, his heart pounding like a drum, his subconscious instinct urging him to nod.

Clayton Churchill’s and Sebastian Spencer’s mental radars were blaring frantic warnings, but the guns in their hands felt like they weighed a thousand pounds; they simply couldn’t lift them. Both their bodies and minds were on the verge of losing control. Only a sliver of clarity remained, urging them to attack and flee.

But… from Luna Dawson’s perspective…

The woman took off that hooded cloak, revealing a head of blonde hair, and she even raised her head provocatively to look at Luna Dawson.

Her entire face was almost completely rotted away, looking like a corpse that had bloated from soaking in water. She had no eyelids, nor did she even have a nose or lips.

A mouthful of sharp teeth was exposed in the rainy mist, with two fangs exceptionally long. As she spoke, the bloated, torn skin tissue hung precariously on her cheeks, as if it would be washed away by the rain in the very next second.

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