After glanced around, I suddenly realized that this basement seemed... not a simple basement.


    There is a dark gray iron surrounding it, and there is a row of digital buttons on the side wall.


    It''s like... an elevator?


    B1, B2, B3…B10?


    I''m sorry, have you considered rationality? Can a country like Japan, where earthquakes occur frequently, have ten underground layers?


    By the way, if the height is enough, those dead bodies, bones and flesh will fall into mud...


    OK, let the details of "reasonability" be put aside first - I press!


    "You have two more chances to fail in fingerprint approval."


    The mechanical electronic synthesis sound suddenly sounded.


    Ha, high-tech? ——My sister!


    Bang!


    I smashed the button.


    rumble…


    Oh, can it really be started? Could it be that I have learned the ability to "disrupt the electrical equipment from launching" without knowing it?


    Well... As expected, even if the top of the elevator is completely damaged, it can still run!


    Maybe it was because I smashed it, the basement version of the elevator descended rapidly, and I noticed that Nakaoka, as a human, was still swallowing due to the bloating eardrums.


    As for my body, which is far beyond humans, naturally, there will be no such trouble.


    Knock...


    The elevator was slightly shocked and stopped running.


    At this height, even if the group of dead bodies that fell in the end were still "alive", they could not even crawl.


    The reason why it is said "in the end" is that except for Hiro Tamaru who was shaking up after he became a dead body, there was no dead body that could move.


    Joke! Sigh...


    The door...oh no, it''s the "wall"-opened.


    With a backhand sword, I pierced the head of the dead body Tamaru who was approaching. I followed the gaze of Hirano and Nakaoka who were lost due to excessive shock, and looked at the room that appeared after the wall opened.


    To be precise, this place should be a high-tech biochemical laboratory as big as a football field.


    Pale walls, pale floor, pale ceiling...and pale figures.


    Well, it is actually a bit too magical to say that "pale figure" is actually a group of about twenty suspected researchers in white coats "specially" for scientists are busy beside various instruments and operating tables - even so busy that no one has the time to raise his head and pay attention to us uninvited guests.


    Hell...


    I discovered that most instruments and equipment have a red and white umbrella-shaped mark.


    Umbrella—Umbrella Company!