When Rand Sivers looked at his strangely quirky pet in his Kansas apartment, there were two people in a labyrinth on a floating island in the far north of the planet. He leaned against the white metal wall and breathed desperately.
Simon and Lane, an unusually young scientist and a CIA special events investigator, no one would have thought a month ago that there would be any connection between the two, yet they ended up sitting in the hallway less than two meters apart. On the other side, we felt the flow of something called life force from the body.
"Hey, you know what?" Simon's neck was slumped as he tried to raise his head and said to Ryan, "These damn infrasounds can actually be heard by us... ahem... but needs to be dealt with... guess what they sound like. what does it look like?"
"… "
Ryan held the ground and looked at Simon silently.
He even felt a little confused and couldn't understand why Simon had the power to speak at this time - they experienced another infrasound attack, and their nostrils, ears and mouth were filled with the sticky and rich rust smell, As for Ryan, he could no longer hear in his left ear, and at the same time, the pain in the chest cavity was almost suffocating him. Judging from the increasingly difficult breathing, he believed that his alveoli had ruptured.
Death was licking his heels, Lane thought.
"… these damn things sound like 'chirp', like a little dick, it can kill everyone with ease through almost any medium, but it sounds...if we can hear it...actually It's the voice of a chick... haha... cough cough..."
Simon fell to one side and let out a dry laugh as he vomited blood, his teeth stained pink with blood.
Like strawberry fudge.
Countless words and associations floated through Ryan's head, his brain was damaged, and symptoms had begun to appear.
But he struggled to his feet, then walked over and grabbed the teenager by the collar, dragging Simon down the hallway like a dead dog.
Simon giggled under his hands like a fool.
"We're going to die! Stupid! Didn't you find out? I'm afraid there's not a single living person here except the two of us!"
he said to Ryan.
This is a fact. Before, Ryan and Simon could still hear the sound of people fleeing in panic from time to time, but after this round of sonic attack, the entire base was as silent as a grave and terrifying. The metal hole on Simon's coat rubbed against the floor, and the sound it made was so loud that it seemed that there was only Ryan's heavy breathing like a dying elephant and this sharp rubbing sound in the entire space. The slender corridor became a little distorted in Ryan's sight... At the same time, he felt that the space around him seemed to be unusually empty.
"We've got to go there and kill those test subjects, that's what you said."
Lane said.
Simon had been vomiting blood, and the blood in his body seemed to be under command, scrambling to spew out of the cavern of his soft skin.
"What we can't do, we can't do."
There was despair in his voice.
Ryan suddenly stopped. He looked down at Simon's blood-stained face, and suddenly realized very slowly that the latter's face looked unexpectedly childish.
Childish enough to remind him of a teenager he had met in Afghanistan - he also looked very young, and was smashed into flesh by a landmine less than ten meters in front of Ryan.
You see, life is always so fragile, whether it's for a stupid low-level army soldier or a top scientist.
"I can do it," Ryan said to Simon, his voice weakened by the damage to his lungs, but his expressionless face seemed to have a special power, forcing Simon to look at him blankly, There was absolutely no way to look away.
"Trust me, I can do it."
Lane repeated it.
Simon nodded stupidly, he slowly got up from the ground, blood came out of his ears, Ryan thought for a while, then took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him.
Then they staggered forward.
It was a long road to hell, but eventually Simon and Ryan came to an end before the sonic attack.
Fortunately, there's still a little time until the next sonic attack—but not long.
Simon struggled to read the time on his wrist: "Seven minutes left."
He raised his head and looked at the flat and smooth metal wall. There was a line of laser-cut handwriting on it: The handwriting of the special dangerous biological isolation area was black, and it looked strikingly similar to the epitaph on the tombstone.
The cocooned experimental body in the base is in the isolation area, and there is only a very thick composite door between the two fragile humans, Simon and Ryan.
Normally, the gate, which was deliberately built to be extraordinarily smooth, was firmly fused with the smooth wall by strong magnets, but now it has apparently malfunctioned.
Simon could easily push it away, but at this point he stopped instead.
He looked up at Ryan: "We have to kill it in these seven minutes or something, I don't think it's possible for the two of us to survive another attack."
Ryan took out the gun from his clothes tremblingly, and now he looks like a severe Parkinson's patient, but he still reloads all the ammunition meticulously.
Simon watched in silence as he finished, and several times Ryan's bullets clanked to the ground, echoing empty.
He looked at the time again.
five minutes.
Then he pushed open the door.
The damp smell of rust wafted towards them with the vapour.
Under the reddish emergency lights, the three huge sinks in the corners were instantly locked by Ryan.
The bottom of the two sinks on the left is a huge circular "cocoon", one of which has a light-colored chapped skin, and the one on the right has been fragmented.
Pale blue broth spilled on the floor, bringing out that nauseating animal odor.
Ryan saw the merman on the floor.
Or rather, Sirens.
This was the first time he had actually come into contact with a creature that theoretically should only be in legends.
Ryan's mind went blank.
No human language can describe the wonder of that creature, and compared to the tablet images of those materials, the living siren is so close to those legends - seducing sailors with song and leading them to death.
Its skin and hair are stunningly white, with no mottles or spots, leaving one with an irrepressible desire to give them some color, as if trying to paint them on a glossy sheet And write something on the white paper. From the waist down are scales of the same color, and the fishtail, which is slender relative to the whole, is trapped in a large dark brown round cocoon. Its muscles are very strong, and its upper limbs are longer than normal humans. Lane saw that there is a layer of film-like webbed feet between its fingers, and the fingertips are transparent hook claws.
At this moment, the hook-like claws were firmly digging into the metal plate on the ground, as if it were just a piece of soft soil.
The mermaid was trying to crawl out.
Drops of mucus dripped dripping from its skin.
Hearing the movement of the human, it suddenly raised its head, and its blood-red eyes met Ryan's gaze motionlessly.
"God, it broke the cocoon-"
Simon's scream echoed in Ryan's ears, and he almost instinctively raised his hand and pulled the trigger aimed at the mermaid.