"I am a sinner."
he murmured.
"no… "
Munster said eagerly in his ear. Since leaving Vinson's office, it has been filled with intense unease and apprehension - "They are bad people, they have been hurting us, even if we actually did nothing."
It said, and then, pretending to be casual, put its hands on Rand's thin shoulders.
Because of being too thin, Rand's shoulder blades protruded like a bird, causing a burst of pain in Munster's heart.
It still remembers what Rand used to be, when he was an ugly looking fish that stayed on Rand's shoulder for a long time. It slipped onto his pillow while he was sleeping, curled up in a circle around his neck... and when it was bigger, it rested its chin on Rand's shoulder, looking at his hands fairy tale book.
Rand's shoulders used to be as round as a teenager.
Munster could feel Rand's pain, and he wanted to comfort him more than ever but... The shock and horror of the film he saw earlier remained in his mind.
Just thinking that he might have hurt Rand made Munster suffocate. And Rand's next move made it even more tormented—he wasn't angry or angry, he even comforted it gently, but on the other hand, his alienation from it couldn't be concealed.
The moment Munster tried to approach Rand, Rand subconsciously avoided it.
"Don't come near me!"
He said the sight of Munster was filled with uncontrollable fear at first, and then a moment later it turned to remorse.
"Munster, I'm sorry..." he said, his voice softening, but his body moved away from Munster. "I need a little more time."
Munster lowered his hand in silence.
The scales on it were now a bleak grayish-white.
Rand saw Munster's obvious frustration, and he felt that he should probably show some basic soothing, but the whole person was so tired that he could hardly make any extra movements.
He tried to make himself calm and empty, and it was not yet time to collapse - and Vincent, at least after Vincent was rescued, he was qualified to immerse himself in that great self-blame and pain.
Rand's body trembled, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his newly grown nails were deeply embedded in his palms, but Rand couldn't even feel the pain.
… But the bloody smell of blood dripping from his palm soon permeated the corridor and caused some silent commotion.
Something swayed in the shadows.
Rand raised his head and saw a small bulge on the ceiling, and the bulge gradually began to grow in Rand's sight, and he gasped.
Then, the camouflage on it disappeared.
The fluffy hair froze, and on the sunken face of a humanoid, two huge red pupils stared at Rand motionless.
Its upper limbs were deeply embedded in the ceiling, its head looked down, and sharp teeth were exposed from the grinned lips - there were still bright red bloodshots between the teeth.
"Ah... ah ah..."
It made a series of caring noises at Rand, and then dropped lightly, tail tucked in front of his arms.
Rand blinked, a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Hi, Mary."
He immediately recognized the monster, the Siren experiment that had been an orangutan.
Another grunt came from Mary's mouth, and the smile at the corner of Rand's mouth turned bitter.
"… No, I'm fine, Mary, thank you for your concern."
He said to Mary softly, and the soft tone made Munster's pupils darken instantly.
Mary looked like she wanted to get closer to Rand, and it moved forward tentatively, but there was a soft hum from Munster's mouth behind Rand, which sounded like some kind of soft nasal sound, Mary's terrifying body trembled as a result.
It took several steps back, its waist slumped, its tail an unsightly iron-grey.
It can be seen that Mary is very in awe of Munster, but on the other hand it is also full of attachment and longing for Rand.
Munster's whole body exudes the smell of letting it go away. Under normal circumstances, Mary should leave, but it can't go away. In the end, Mary cowered in contradictory instincts but stubbornly followed Rand. and behind Munster.
Later, when Rand walked through the almost ruined building, more and more Siren experimental subjects similar to Mary gathered around Rand.
Just like Mary, they greedily sucked the breath particles that Rand fell when he passed by in the dark, but they couldn't get close because of Munster's existence.
However, it is precisely because of them that Rand's actions have become easier than anyone else. All the special forces that tried to approach or hurt Rand were wiped out by the surrounding monsters at the first time.
The place where Rand walked left a strong smell of blood, which made the sadness in his eyes thicker, but even so he did not stop the behavior of the group of experimental subjects, of course, he did not stop the human army. resistance to the subjects.
At the same time that many humans died, many experimental subjects lost their lives.
Rand seemed to be completely oblivious to the struggles that were taking place around him. He came to the front of the special pipeline that transported biological waste inside the Shenbai Building, stretched out his hand and opened the elevator door.
The biochemical mice looked towards the direction of the sound in unison in the dark, and their red eyes were like stars lit up in the night. Rand lowered his eyes slightly, like Moses separating the Red Sea, the group of mice that turned countless human special forces into bones rushed towards both sides. In the middle of the elevator shaft, a few ropes floated slightly, not the elevator cable (the thing had been easily bitten by the mice)... but the human who had sneaked into the elevator shaft and repaired the cable before. Of course, all of them are now tiny pieces of meat in the belly of rats.
Rand saw some friction marks left by human tactical gloves inside the elevator shaft. The shallow finger marks were filled with strong despair, which made Rand's fingers tremble slightly - and the next second, he reached out to grab He stopped on a rope and jumped expressionlessly towards the bottom of the darkness.
Deep White Creatures produce large amounts of waste water every day - they are carefully treated and then piped into the Washington waterways, then the waste water flows northward, and there is a filter screen set up by Deep White secretly in the tidal lake, and finally it is thoroughly filtered. of wastewater will enter the Potomac River and discharge into the ocean.
And now, the waterway will be the easiest escape route for Rand and Munster.
A few blue-ringed octopuses, magnified thousands of times, courteously helped Rand pry open the metal screens of the wastewater treatment plant, while an objective number of biochemical mice took care of the remaining obstacles.
On the dark, icy bottom were tiny chunks of human flesh and grease, and, of course, corpses that couldn't be ignored.
Rand is swimming fast underwater...
A tiny white shadow drifted by, and with a jerk of Rand's hand in the dark current, he subconsciously grabbed the tiny shadow—a fragment of a photo, perhaps from some special forces unit. It slipped out of the inner pocket, and the edge of the fragment was the unique tooth marks of a biochemical mouse.
In the incomplete photo, only half of a girl's face can be seen, her blue eyes are slightly squinted, and she is smiling very happily.
Is it someone's daughter? Photos serve as protection and spiritual sustenance in personal clothing, but now the owner of the photo has been buried in the dark waters.
Rand let go of his hand as if he had been scalded, and the small scrap of paper was quickly washed away by the water and disappeared into the darkness.
"Rand?"
Munster felt Rand's depressed mood, it called him softly, reached out and held Rand, this time, Rand did not avoid it.
The Siren subjects surrounding them were a little overexcited by the strong hormones that spread from Munster. Comparing with each other, they removed all obstacles before Rand's eyes, and it didn't take him long for Rand to reach the port of the entire wastewater treatment system—and swim a little further to enter the Washington Waterway.
In this position, Rand could even feel the sound of explosions coming from above, and behind Rand, countless pairs of red eyes reflected faint light on the bottom of the water.
Then, Rand stopped.
…
The emergency command center is two kilometers outside the Shenbai Biotechnology Building.
Between the large number of screens and the crowd walking back and forth, the former Deep White CEO Anderson was as pale as a dead man and sat in front of the grim-faced commander.
His leg wound and other minor wounds on his body were healed, he was covered in a safety blanket, and he had a steaming cup of coffee in his hand.
Compared with many researchers still trapped inside the Deep White Building, his current situation can be described as heaven. But the fat middle-aged man's face was covered in cold sweat, and he looked as if he would rather the wound hadn't been treated - so that he could faint, and fainting would allow him to escape everything in front of him.
"You'd better think about it, this accident..."
A professional military psychologist, commonly known as the "Inducer", adjusted his glasses and stared at Anderson with a sneer. The Pentagon is trying to figure out what this horrific biological weapons uprising, or rather, the test accident, was all about.
Anderson is not a very good liar, and of course, he is not a firm-willed person, even if he still tries to recover a little loss, he has unconsciously leaked a lot of the internal activities of Deep White.
Like those damn experiments, like those terrifying monsters, like, the runaway of Rand Sievers.
When talking about the shocking ability of Rand Sivers, the "Inducer" received the commander's eyes keenly - it can be seen that the military is very concerned about the weak but can perfectly control the Siren experimental body. Young people have great interest.
He quickly adjusted the direction of his questioning, trying to dig some more information about Rand Sivers from Anderson's mouth.
It was at this time that he noticed something was wrong with Anderson.
As a professional, "Inducer" is familiar with human facial micro-expressions, and he relies on these tiny muscle movements to dig out the truth - but in a very short moment, the expression on Anderson's face changes completely.
Just a few seconds ago, Anderson was just a mediocre cowardly idiot, his sweat-soaked hair smeared against his bulging forehead, his body jerking with extreme restlessness and fear every second or two. Change the location.
But now, he seems to be a different person.
The corners of his mouth drooped down, his eyelids taut, his pupils dilated, and he adjusted his posture, bringing his knees together and his palms neatly on his thighs. A sad, solemn soul occupies Anderson's pathetic body.
"My name is Rand Sivers."
A somber voice came from Anderson's throat.
"I want to talk to you."
The entire command center fell silent the moment his voice fell.
The commander's eyes were cast on the "Inducer", and the latter's nose was dripping with tiny beads of sweat.
No matter from which direction, Anderson is now showing a completely different personality, and the "Inducer" immediately ruled out the possibility of Anderson pretending to be crazy.
The way the voice is pronounced, the movement of the facial muscles, and the small frequency of eye twitching have all changed, and the "Inducer" glanced quickly at the handheld computer on the desktop. When he induced Anderson before, he called out Rand West. Firth's data to assist.
He didn't think the data would come in handy in this situation.
Anderson became Rand Sivers.
From a professional point of view, the "inducer" can be quite sure of this. And from the information they got before, Rand does have the ability to invade other people's minds. For example, he initially manipulated a female researcher in the laboratory...
This terrifying ability actually appeared in real life. Faced with this situation for the first time, even the experienced "Inducer" couldn't help feeling a little creepy.
The "Inducer" hesitated for a moment, then gave the commander an affirmative answer.
And it wasn't until this time that the commander started a conversation with Anderson Rand.
"What do you want to talk about?" The commander paused. He was obviously still not comfortable with contacting Rand through Anderson. In order to control his emotions, he added, "Rand."
Rand gave Anderson's body something extra, some Siren blood (which allowed the hapless middle-aged man to recover from a blood loss near-death state) during the previous Special Forces break into Vinson's office. one life). Those siren cells merged with Anderson's body so hastily that Anderson's expression looked a little weird at this time.
Almost everyone... and countless instruments were pointed at him.
Anderson's body.
The air was so dignified that it was almost suffocating, and it was in such an environment that the voice of "Anderson" was exceptionally clear and loud.
"I need you to fulfill my request."
Rand said smoothly through Anderson's body.
"—Withdraw all special forces from Deep White."