Chart Topper Queen

Chapter 131: Final (4) Yi Zhen

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Breathing in and out, the sound of slow and gentle breathing is infinitely amplified in the ears and can be heard clearly.

Little Abe's eyelashes trembled, and she woke up in the process of struggling with the heavy limbs. The scene she saw was unfamiliar, and the seaweed-like dark green water moved forward desperately, squeezing the glass in front of her.

She was imprisoned in glass, a glass bottle to be precise.

It was a closed space, with a lid that closed the opening above her head. She was like a butterfly that was about to be made into a specimen, facing death in an experimental vessel.

The space in this glass bottle seemed to be tailor-made for her. It was just enough to accommodate her alone, and it was not easy to even turn her head. But her gray-blue eyes still took in the surrounding scene, like a little beast emerging from a cave, exploring this never-before-seen world bit by bit.

There are other "experimental subjects" floating in the water. Glass bottles of various sizes are crowded together in this water area. There is a person in each glass bottle, but she is the only one who has woken up. The others were still floating with their eyes closed, including men and women.

Their already unhealthy complexions looked increasingly sickly white against the seaweed green, and were projected distortedly on the glass, like corpses soaked in water and swollen.

The water flowed in one direction, and they floated for a while, as if they were flowing from one area to another. The color of the water was gradually blackened, from dark green to black green, and then even that little bit of green disappeared. Becoming deep and thick.

Little Abe's skin gradually developed a tingling sensation. She blinked blankly, and suddenly her vision hit an underwater building.

This is the real mansion.

It is not a ridiculed "building" made of garbage, but a real skyscraper. It is neat and clean, towering into the sky, and each room is like a small square grid, with a clear order.

She had only seen 2D photos in the picture decoder Feynman found for her.

What is slightly different is that the tall buildings in the 2D photos reflect cold light, blocking all sight lines. What appeared in front of little Abe's eyes was a transparent glass building.

She could clearly see the shadows of people on every floor of the building, and in every compartment. Some were looking down at them alone, while others were talking together in groups of three or two, pointing to the containers they were living in and talking about something.

There is light in the glass building, spreading the thick sewage into a visible area.

Under the strong light, these people dragged out long shadows and cast them on the glass building. Their speech and behavior were amplified, and they swayed like a group of demons dancing wildly.

The pain in the peripheral nerves stimulated little Abe, suddenly pulling her away from her concentrated observation.

She lowered her head and found that there seemed to be an extra layer of floating dust on her body. Her skin was light gray, as if it had been coated with a layer of gray paint, and even the veins and veins were dimmed.

She didn't know what was going on, so she rubbed her skin in confusion, but couldn't get anything out of it, as if the gray color was something she was born with.

The people in the building gradually stopped talking, and red numbers suddenly lit up in each grid, ranging from 1 to 50, but not every number was chosen.

Abe lowered his eyes, saw the position of his knees, and marked a number that looked like 13 from the outside. That's the number affixed to the glass bottle.

Someone in the building chose this number.

After the people in the building made their choices, the people in the vessels finally woke up.

At this time, little Abe thought of Feynman.

Feynman once speculated that what they saw of the current state of the planet was just the tip of the iceberg.

"This planet seems like people are dying every day, as if these people are exhausted trying to survive, but in fact, the huge number of dead grassroots people reveals a message - at the bottom of the pile of dead people and garbage There is a ladder going up, and someone has already climbed to the top to enjoy the completely different scenery."

Seeing that she was confused, he borrowed the background of his own planet and used the inferior picture decoder to construct the concept of society for her bit by bit.

He also talked about the power struggle among the interstellar clans, including a "gambling game".

There is a popular gambling game among the Star Valve families. They select and cultivate their own mecha warriors from the lower class, and when the time is right, put them on the battlefield to compare their achievements. The winner reaps the agreed bet, which includes resources from all levels of society.

Simple games have complex meanings behind them.

In this not exactly the same scene, little Abe's memory was triggered. The corresponding number, the selected test article, the strange changes on the skin...

Is she the chosen one in gambling

From the day they discovered an intruder, they had been prepared to face the gaze of those who had climbed to the top, and the ill will that followed. It's just that the most perfect preparation they can make may be full of loopholes in the eyes of these people.

Little Abe thought drowsily. Before she could think clearly, she was interrupted by a growl next to her.

The people in most other vessels were rioting. They woke up from the pain. The highly radioactive sewage caused their physiological lesions. Those with poor endurance were tearing their skin crazily, trying to tear the places where they felt pain.

But this has no effect. All we can see are these glass bottles spinning feebly in the water, like their fate.

Only then did little Abe notice that his body had changed again. Small bulges appeared on his body from time to time, as if there were tens of thousands of flesh-devouring bugs under his skin, trying to get out.

She wrinkled her nose, trying to resist the sudden itching sensation.

"What the hell is this place?!" someone yelled.

"It's wastewater." A relatively calm man replied. He put glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the frames were twisted, which was consistent with his painful expression. "You can tell by looking at the water quality in the water area closest to garbage collection point No. 7. This is a high-radiation area."

The sound coming from the glass bottle was muffled, but unexpectedly everyone could hear it.

The bespectacled man found a sound-producing device at the bottom, but it didn't help their situation.

A woman with scars on her face murmured: "So the rumors are all true..."

"What rumors?"

The woman is silent.

Others urged her to speak quickly.

The woman laughed hoarsely, "Have you seen those alien species?"

At the mention of "alien", the expressions of everyone present changed.

"Alien species" are life forms that mutate in form, have powerful attack capabilities, and some can even devour humans, but at the same time, they can also speak human language, so they are called "alien species." But the woman's expression now made everyone think of another possibility.

Could it be...

"Xenomorphs are ordinary humans who were captured and mutated in high-radiation areas. Just like us now."

Even if the radiation pollution of junk stars is very serious, in most cases it will damage human organs and will not cause human mutation. In addition to radiation, this water area may also have special material-induced mutations.

Just like in response to the woman's words, as time passed, the pain became unbearable. At this moment, one of the containers exploded with a "bang", bursting the skin and bursting into pieces of flesh and glass. Outflow, the bright red blood in the human body flowed into the sewage, quickly losing traces.

This was a strong man, but his body finally couldn't bear the radiation pressure of the mutation and collapsed.

When other people saw this scene, they immediately slapped the utensils like crazy!

Even the woman with scars on her face who seemed resigned to her fate couldn't help but dig her nails into her palms.

The people in the glass building were indifferent to their collapse, and some even showed strange and excited expressions. They laughed at the people who chose the wrong numbers, and excitedly waited for their own chosen test subjects to witness the moment of their success.

—To mutate and survive in high radiation is success.

The mutation that the scarred woman talked about started from the moment the human body exploded.

Before people had time to digest this information, they had already seen the "mutation" process in themselves.

The flesh and blood of a woman's body suddenly melted and flowed down. She watched in horror as her hair fell off and her fat melted, turning into a dark brown liquid that accumulated in the vessel.

And she's still alive.

The shrill screams still filled the surroundings of her. She had no vocal cords and didn't know how she made her voice, but others could still hear the dull sound of her hitting the bottle, one after another.

Little Abe had never heard of the word "alien" until the person in front of him changed.

She remembered the "scorched earth" she had encountered. Before the "scorched earth", she had also encountered powerful aliens that looked like humans but were not human. In little Abe's memory, these were just like the "monsters" in ordinary children's memories. are similar. She always found a way to defeat them.

It turned out that these aliens came from here. She seemed to understand something, but she didn't fully understand it.

All she knew was that she didn't want to be like this.

There was less and less air in the mouth of the bottle, and the changes in her body became clearer. Her skin turned dark gray, and her invisible eyes also changed like her skin. The little bug inside her body has turned into a roaring beast, ferociously trying to break through the confinement of her childish body.

For the first time, a look of pain appeared on little Abe's face.

She had Feynman's unfinished tools on her that had not been confiscated. These gamblers have never been cautious people. They arrogantly despised ants like them, and naturally they did not think that they could change their destiny with these small props.

It was a cutting tool, shaped like a knife. Feynman was going to give it to Abe for self-defense, but they had not yet found a suitable energy source to install it.

The blade of a knife alone cannot cause damage to a glass bottle.

So she disassembled the sound transmission device in the glass bottle and took away its energy panel.

Those frightening, screaming, and crashing noises disappeared from my ears in an instant. She loaded the energy panel into the cutting tool. She had seen Feynman assemble and repair products, and she quickly learned the lesson.

The laser cutting tool is started, and the blue light casts a gentle light on the sharp edge.

But after she made a cut on the glass bottle, water seeped in from the outside world.

The liquid stuck to the skin, and the skin turned corrosive from gray to black. Little Abe bit her cheek flesh in pain, but she did not scream, nor did she stop, she just focused on cutting the bottle.

The numbers on the glass building are constantly changing since someone dies. The losers exit and the cells are quickly occupied by new people.

But the expressions on their faces were exactly the same, with enthusiasm, excitement, and weirdness intertwined together, which was extremely terrifying.

More and more test subjects have mutated, some have hair growing wildly, covering their mouths and noses with hair, some have insect-like tentacles growing from their abdomens, and many more disappear into the waters with explosions.

Most of the mutations failed. Some people were scared to death of themselves after the mutation. The person who placed the bet on him angrily raised his fist and smashed the glass of the building, opening and closing his mouth as if to say: " Useless coward!"

The other people in the glass bottles noticed her movements.

"What does that little girl want to do?"

"Don't go out, you will die!"

The man wearing glasses anxiously tried to dissuade her from being foolish. He reported a set of scientific formulas and data, trying to tell her that her chances of survival would be even lower if she did so. Countless bubbles appeared on his face, pushing out from the flesh, as if he had been burned.

The woman with a scar on her face looked at all this sadly. Dandelion-like white hair began to grow on her arms and face, which looked like moldy, necrotic pieces of flesh.

They all found that she had no obvious mutation reaction, which was probably because her body had a very high resistance to such substances.

Born on a garbage planet, they may have brutally killed their own kind, but at the last moment of their lives, they were willing to give a little bit of useless and kind attention.

Hope the little girl lives longer.

Little Abe couldn't hear any of this.

She was still breaking through the glassware that trapped her. As she cut the glass into pieces, more and more water rushed in, breaking through the small openings of the pieces when it reached it, completely submerging her!

The majestic energy hit her, and the beast in her body seemed to smell the blood and excitedly collided with her frame!

Little Abe's life had never been so painful, but she thought that if she was locked in a bottle, she might become the same strange thing as those people.

She didn't want to turn into something weird.

Feynman said that gambling begins with the person who places the bet. When the person's heart moves, the gambling game appears.

Well, if only these people disappeared.

She glanced that way from a distance.

The enthusiastic expressions of the people in the glass building froze. They couldn't believe that someone was looking for death.

The special experimental vessel itself isolated part of the negative energy brought by radiation and provided a certain degree of protection. Now that she had broken the protective layer, she would only die faster.

The person who selected Little Abby's number 13 watched with interest at first, but when she actually broke through the glass bottle, his face became depressed and angry, hating her "failure"!

He roared at her through the glass!

Just as they thought, little Abe was bleeding all over his body under the impact of the water flow. Blood initially flowed from her eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and then densely dripped blood from her skin. The blood covered her epidermis, as if forming her own protective film.

She swam towards the glass building, very slowly, like a puppet being pulled.

But this little "blood puppet" swam to the glass building.

There was a windowpane shattered like a spiderweb of angry gamblers. She stretched out her hand as if to destroy the glass completely, then enter the building and kill the people inside.

Those who were originally in a frenzy now looked at her close face in shock. They never thought that "prey" would break into their gambling game.

The little girl's eyes were like dust-covered gems, empty and quiet, staring at them silently, which was extremely strange.

But she failed in the end.

She only caught the current.

The glass building twists with the movement of the water.

This underwater glass building is just a holographic image.

After a brief silence, someone burst out laughing wildly.