After seeing Munster, Rand nearly attacked it. That dark emotion burned his nerves, as if even the marrow had been soaked with poison, Rand's soul was full of fear and anger towards the creature in front of him—
However, the moment he raised his hand, he saw Munster's eyes.
It's hard to describe that kind of eyes in words. It's obviously just red, dilated pupils, but in a very short moment, it conveys an amazing message and a complex emotion that is so strong that it seems to be flammable.
Pain, grief, frenzy... Of course, and most importantly, it seemed to share the pain that Rand suffered at the time, and the whole person was plunged into absolute chaos.
Munster looks like he wants to kill himself now, because the emotions are so intense that the capillaries near the eyeball rupture, and dark blue fluid flows out of its eye socket.
"That's not... that's not... I..."
Munster's body twitched slightly, it hugged Rand, who was sluggish for a moment because of its eyes, and choked in his ear.
"I wouldn't... I wouldn't do that... Rand... I'm sorry..."
Munster, God, Munster…
Rand could feel the voice repeating in his head.
He felt the pain of being flexible and burning, but at the same time Munster's strong emotions rushed over. Rand doesn't need to "invade" into Munster's mind at all to feel what it feels like now... It feels incomparable pain and pity for what Rand has suffered...
In the countless painful and dark emotional fragments, Munster's pure cherishing of Rand is very obvious. Like a volcano erupting in the deep sea, the stench of sulphur gas, the wriggling black stones, and under the cold and dark sea water, that kind of love flows slowly like fresh magma, bringing unavoidable heat. and light.
It made Rand gradually calm down a bit.
After the emotions are not so excited, the remaining fragments of the memory can also be played back in a slightly calmer way.
It can be recalled that at the very beginning, Munster did not want to treat Rand in that way, and under the circumstances at the time, its state was obviously abnormal... not Munster's wrong.
Rand thought.
The remaining reason made Rand come back to his senses, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and found a cool bloody smell in his throat. Munster was still in a semi-collapsed state, and Rand hesitated a little, placing his hand on its back.
In the palm of your hand, you can feel the damp breath emanating from the tensed muscles of this monster...
Rand's back got goosebumps of disgust, the memory of his body. Still, he insisted on patting Munster on the back.
"Okay, Munster," Rand's voice was hoarse and low, distorted by muscle tension, "… let's get out of here."
Even he himself was surprised by his calm voice.
"Rand..."
Munster, as if afraid of Rand leaving it, tightened his tentacles like an anaconda. And over Munster's shoulder, Rand can clearly see Caroline's eyes filled with dark emotions.
It was in that very short moment that Rand received the malice she passed on.
It wasn't what she said at all, and she wanted to remind Rand about the dangers of Munster to tell him the truth - what she wanted to see was the pain and desperation Rand showed in the face of that horrible experience. .
After realizing this, Rand couldn't even help feeling a little sad for her. And his mood became more and more calm.
There was a deafening roar from outside the door again, as if it had been hit by an earthquake. The office was trembling, the steel plates creaked under the squeeze of the structure, and the lamps above their heads finally shone slightly in this explosion. It trembled, then burst.
Darkness enveloped the world once again.
Caroline opened her eyes in vain in the darkness. She hoped to see Rand clearly but it was dark, and then she seemed to hear Rand whispering something.
"We have to leave..."
His voice still sounded a little stiff, and the object of his speech should be the monster... And the fact that Rand was able to communicate with the monster made Caroline feel a huge loss that she didn't know how to describe.
Rand was obviously affected after seeing the video, but he didn't lose control, and just like this, Caroline felt like her heart was being eaten by tiny insects, and there was some kind of dark pain.
"Rand... no... Rand... you gotta think about it!"
Caroline shouted uncontrollably.
"It will hurt you... it will..."
…
However, after a while, the place that greeted Caroline was still dark and silent.
No one pays any attention to her.
Caroline couldn't help crawling in the direction of Rand in her memory...
However, she did not crawl a few steps, and another violent roar sounded, and the floor was shaking, which made the already weak woman turn around on the floor a few times, and the shattered lamp shards stuck in her skin. In the gap, blood gushed out.
"Oh, damn..."
Caroline let out a small curse—then interrupted by the next explosion.
"Boom—"
Vincent's office door shattered, and countless fragments and light poured into the room at the same time.
The special forces wearing pure black combat uniforms raised their guns and quickly approached from behind the smoke. They threw the lighting agent between the falling bricks. In the rising green flames, they saw the first time in the center of the room. Creeping creatures.
"It" was chapped all over, with tiny "scales" reflecting weak reflections, and blood all over its body, and behind her, a man suspected of being a dark-white official was quietly lying on the carpet beside the desk.
Hearing the sound of the special forces team member approaching, the creature raised its head in the light of the illuminant, and the terrifying, twisted face immediately caught the eyes of the team members.
"It" opened its mouth, as if to speak—
"Sonic attack!"
"Be careful!"
At the moment of seeing "it", two instinctive commands sounded simultaneously in the communicators of the team members.
"Boom-boom-boom-"
Countless sharp gunshots came together, bullets poured into the creature's body, and countless blood flowers burst out from "it". Their shooting was quick and fast, so they were completely unaware that what they were attacking was not an imaginary Siren test subject, but an ordinary human being.
A disfigured woman.
…
If it was a day earlier, this group of well-trained special forces members would never have made such a serious mistake. But what they suffered inside the Deep White Building that night had almost completely destroyed their faith and spirit.
That group of monsters... That group of monsters are like creatures crawling out of another world, their attacks are silent, almost subverting this group of ordinary soldiers' understanding of the world to blame, if not for the Poseidon troops Help, they may have died halfway through.
From time to time, someone in the communicator lost contact. Their terrified shouts were followed by a long silence, and then there was a loud sound of flesh chewing... The team that came to Vincent's office was already the most elite team, but the captain was not. I don't want to think about how many people will be alive behind him when the sun shines the next day.
The entire Deep White Building has become a purgatory. After the complete power outage, the air circulation system has been paralyzed. The air inside the entire building is sticky, stench, and full of the smell of blood and minced meat.
The captain knew someone was trying to fix the cables, but the horrific biochemical rats had become their most fearsome opponents in their long battles—and until now, there's only darkness around them. The cold-blooded constitution and special structure of the skin of the Siren test subjects make their low-light night vision devices a complete waste, so they can only use the most primitive lighting agents to operate in the dark now.
And after they shot the "monster", they entered the office cautiously and quickly.
The man next to the desk was turned over, his leg was injured and he had fainted from blood loss…
As the soldiers examined the man in the office, two shadows—two creatures that blended in almost perfectly with the darkness—crawled out of the office over their heads with absolute silence and dexterity.
Rand couldn't help but bow his head as he crossed the center of the room.
Even in extremely dim light, Rand's eyes allowed him to see Caroline's body clearly.
That woman has completely lost her human form.
In the pour of bullets, she became a puddle of minced meat and bone, but her head was rarely intact. Her head flipped over in the previous shock, her face up in the flesh.
Her eyes are open.
In the pupils that have gradually become cloudy, there is still a little disbelief that has not dissipated. His mouth was slightly open, as if he was shouting something.
Rand's eyes darkened...
What did Caroline want to shout at that time
A thought flashed through his mind, but quickly disappeared. He had a very light and light sadness for Caroline's sudden death, but everything was no longer important.
Rand skillfully used the scales grown on his body to move on the ceiling mountain, and the once gentle and beautiful woman in memory was completely sealed into the box in the deepest mind, and then pushed to the corner.
Maybe Rand won't open that box again for the rest of his life...
The Deep White Building has completely lost its original appearance this night.
In the dark and narrow corridors, there are many Siren experimental subjects - created as biological weapons, they have a natural hatred for humans - not only because of the pain they have suffered at the hands of humans, but also because of their own Designed to be such a creature.
They were fundamentally created to kill humans—both physically and mentally. And this nightmare of hell for humans is more like a carnival for them.
Rand's mind control can only invade a limited number of creatures, and more... more creatures follow their instincts this night.
Rand saw many, many dead people, many in the white robes of researchers... They were generally the most miserable, and the remains of many people could be seen, and they had suffered terrible torture before dying.
Even though he was prepared, when he saw the horror scene in front of him, Rand still felt a great sadness and despair that could not be described in words.