Rand put Munster down, and he quickly opened the balcony door.
A black-feathered bird flapped its wings at his feet for a moment, leaving some sticky blood on the floor, and Rand noticed blood on his glass door, apparently the unlucky one. of birds left behind. After a while, the bird stopped all movement. Rand bent down to pick it up and found it had a very bad head wound.
The little unlucky man slammed into the glass door and gave himself an early meeting with God.
Rand shrugged his shoulders, feeling his heartbeat, which was too fast before, slowed down a lot at this moment. However, just when he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was just an ordinary accident, another shadow wiped his cheek and hit the wall behind him again.
The muffled sound when the animal flesh collided with the hard inorganic material made people feel a little bit more disgusting. A few feathers flew into the air in the impact, and slowly fell in Rand's peripheral vision.
"What the hell is this?"
Rand watched in shock as yet another bird died on the balcony from hitting a wall, confused.
Immediately afterwards, the noisy voice gradually became more pronounced like an approaching demon. Rand walked to the railing of the balcony and was shocked to see a large flock of starlings scurrying about each other in the air like headless flies. The orderly flocks of birds collided with each other, and the inactive birds fell like hail, smashing them. On the concrete, on the grass, on the cars parked on the side of the road—they honked their horns. An out-of-control bird rammed into a moving car, and Rand watched in horror as the steel cage tumbled sideways in the shriek of the brakes.
In certain rooms of the apartment, pet dogs howled wildly, some sounding like coyote.
Amid the clutter, the piece of the world beneath Rand's apartment felt as if it had fallen into the set of some horror movie. The whole neighborhood was a mess.
Rand was about to rush back to the room to pick up his phone and dial 911, but he just turned around when a loud bang came from a little further away.
"boom-"
Rand felt the floor of the balcony vibrate, he fell, and his ears were left with a long-lasting white noise from the impact of the loud noise, and the sound made him feel sick. When he stood up dizzy and turned his head, he saw a thick black smoke rising from somewhere two or three kilometers away from him on the other side of the bushes...
It looks like a small mushroom cloud.
"God, what the hell is going on?"
Rand's mind went blank as he looked at the place and murmured over the honking of the fire truck's whistle.
At the same time, in another place, someone asked the same question.
"Who will tell me what happened to Vincent now?!"
Caroline stood out of the observation window with a pale face and looked at Vincent Sivers on the hospital bed.
The man was tied to a semi-concave metal platform by countless soft materials. His heavy breathing and frantic struggles simply broke the heart of the woman standing outside the window.
Several researchers shuttled on the other side of the icy observation window, desperately trying to keep it running like a machine that was about to be overloaded, and all the monitoring instruments were beeping screeching alarms.
"Fourth mental resonance detected..."
"There is no re-infiltration."
"Warning, the body temperature of the subject has risen again... Heartbeat 167... 173... 185... Dr. Simon, we need to inject him with the original solution, Mr. Sivers is about to be unable to hold it..."
A researcher stared blankly at the heart rate monitor attached to Vinson, his head covered in cold sweat.
Simon lowered his head, he didn't even glance in the direction of the man.
His fingers rested on the long form in his hand—a grotesque metal mesh was hanging over Vinson's skull, and at the other end, slender pointers swiped across the rolling sheets of paper, Leaving a ripple map that normal people can't understand at all, those rugged lines swayed above and below a horizontal line in the center of the paper, and the amplitude was getting bigger and bigger.
"Hold on for another thirty seconds..."
"No, Dr. Simon, stop the observation! You are murdering Mr. Sivers!"
Several researchers wearing double-tailed double-sided mermaid badges rushed over to try to disconnect the metal mesh from Vincent, but were kicked in the abdomen by Simon.
"Resonance of this intensity will definitely cause re-seepage! Watch your eyes, we must take this opportunity to seize that thing, this is our last chance - wait until the 'pupil' is over and it will fully mature , what awaits humanity at that time will be a slaughter! Don't forget what they were bred for!"
Simon's eyes were abnormally gray, and he was eagerly waiting for the expected record, with a ferocious and evil expression on his face, as if possessed by a demon.
Beside him, Vincent's body trembled morbidly like an electrified corpse. His cheeks were as rough as sandpaper. If you looked closely, you would find that under the skin without any melanin, some The fine scaly cuticle was growing, and the skin behind his ears opened three side-by-side cracks as if it had been cut by a dagger. With every breath of Vincent, those cracks began to open regularly. Closed, opened, closed... His eyelids were completely rotten, the surface of the two eyeballs was covered with a light gray nictitating membrane, and there were strange red markings on his temples, and something was turning underneath.
No matter which direction you look at, Vincent Sivers looks very different from a normal human now.
"You have no right to do this—"
"Dr. Simon!"
"Give me the index!"
"Countdown 15-14-13-"
The Shenbai staff, who had been stunned by the sudden violence, rushed towards Vincent again, in an attempt to terminate the data capture experiment that threatened Vincent's life, and Simon and his assistants had to be like a street corner. The gangsters started fighting with those people. At the same time, the observers who are still sticking to their posts can only increase the decibel while wiping cold sweat to determine the progress of the capture.
Honestly, the scene here isn’t any more orderly than the one in front of the Pine Street condo in Kansas…
"boom-"
Until a gunshot ended the whole chaotic scene.
Caroline threw the gun in her hand tremblingly to the ground. She kicked open the blocked door of the observation room (the electronic lock system was smoking blue smoke by the door), stumbled towards Vincent, and yanked the metal mesh off. .
"No, can't do that—"
"3-2-1-capture success! Spiritual recirculation ripples are clear!"
Fortunately for Simon, at the same time, the shouts of the observers rang out.
On the other side, Caroline slammed a tube of golden liquid into Vincent's chest, and she burst into tears and roared at Simon like a lioness who lost her cub.
"I will make you pay! How can you treat him like this!"
After Simon was sure that the final data had been captured successfully, the morbid frenzy finally faded from his body. He leaned limply against the wall, then stared indifferently at Caroline's twisted face.
He gave her a sneer.
"If it weren't for the long-term use of mermaid stock in large doses, Vincent Sivers wouldn't have become what he is now." He said, and was satisfied to see Caroline exposed as if red-hot wire had entered her heart. Extremely painful expression.
Earlier than anyone imagined - Vincent Sivers, the controller of Deep White Biotech who was too young for others, actually suffered from internal problems. However, in order to suppress the board of directors, Caroline and Vinson had to use a new drug extracted from siren as raw material to relieve the disease.
Of course, no one thought that the drug, known simply as Mermaid Liquid, would have such a big side effect.
The extremely dynamic cells of "Siren" proliferate in Vincent's body like cancer cells and devour normal human cells, and they build new siren parts in this warm and nutritious human body - like It was the same as before, a fragment cut from a red scale would grow into a complete blue scale, but no one would have imagined that the stock solution that had been highly purified with only genetic fragments left would be able to use the human body as a nest to start growing again.
If nothing is done, Vincent Sievers will soon be completely reduced to the growth medium of a lowly blue scale...
Simon finally stood up after accumulating enough strength for his weak body, and he walked towards Caroline step by step with a blank expression.
In theory, Caroline, who was much higher than him, shrank a little in front of the skeleton-like researcher, but Simon completely ignored Caroline's unintentional showing of weakness.
He grabbed Caroline and forced Caroline to look at the strangeness on Vincent's face.
"Dear Miss Caroline, haven't you realised the seriousness of the matter?" he said, "Assimilation in Mr. Sievers was under control as of this morning, but in the last forty minutes He has been assimilated by 30% - to cause such a strong resonance, it can only mean one thing, the escaped experimental body 7371 is definitely transformed into red scales, whether you want to admit it or not, it has now become The leader of the Sirens, and Vincent Severs is just a vassal... Look at those red spots on his face, Miss Caroline, look at them, it's the clan resonance in Mr. Severs Further assimilation, do you know what this means? This means that the red scale, the experimental subject 7371, is undergoing the second stage of evolution, its second pair of eyes will begin to decapsulate, which means that its gonads are also beginning to mature, In the natural environment, a red scale at this stage is ready to reproduce the next generation, and due to the scarcity of Siren individuals, it will have to carry out terrifying energy on a global scale against another red scale. Pursue. If you still can't understand why everyone is facing the enemy, then let me tell you that in order to support the most primitive reproductive instinct of all creatures, its aggression and mental power will be at an extremely dangerous level state of riots.”
Simon lowered his eyes, eyes that were many times deeper than his actual age, and stared straight at Caroline, who was as confused as a doll.
Until this time, she still had only Vincent Sivers, who was about to become a thing of the past, in her heart, and she didn't realize how terrifyingly destructive a humanoid weapon in courtship could be.
Simon thought.
What is even more hopeless is that, compared to the real native race, the escaped experimental subject 7371 is an artificial creature.
It is a biological weapon that was deliberately cultivated and full of desire to kill humans.
And when this bloodthirsty desire is mixed with the most primitive hormonal impulses of creatures - Simon is simply reluctant to imagine that scene.
So, today, knowing that the data hunt is likely to lead to further deterioration of Vincent Sivers' health, he is still holding on - he has to get the damn thing back before it can do too much damage The place to stay.
"Dr. Simon... I think you should look at this."
The observer's confused voice interrupted the stalemate between Simon and Caroline.
"what?"
Simon came to him, he looked at the screen and immediately understood why the observer was making that noise.
"Are you sure the last data capture is correct?!"
He stared intently at the screen, where two radiating circular corrugated feedback dots were flashing—one in New York, the other in… Kansas.
"It's impossible... There's only one red scale, it's impossible to have two locations... Give me the data, I'll do the math again!"
Simon rudely pushed the observer aside.
They managed to go back to the feedback point of the ripples through the mental infiltration phenomenon carried through from Vincent - but the map now displayed was slapped in the face like a slap.
"Kansas is an inland city, and there's no way for them to get out of the water for long in the early stages of red scale growth, and I think we can rule that out."
The observer said weakly from the side.
At this moment, another observer hurriedly walked beside Simon.
“We got in touch with NASA and the Seismological Observatory, a geomagnetic storm in the northern hemisphere a few minutes ago, there was a problem with the grid in Kansas, there was a high-voltage grid that was momentarily overloaded and there was a chain explosion — I think we got to the Kansas backtracking point. I'm afraid it's just an electromagnetic pulse that erupts when the grid is overloaded..."
U.S-
Kansas
Pine Street
“… the chaos in the Pines neighborhood has continued, and the power department said they could not determine how long residents in the area would be waiting in the dark…”
"Experts say geomagnetic storms will affect some animals..."
…
Rand turned off the radio and went to the window.
It was getting late, but it was dark in the urban area where the lights should normally be on.
In the afternoon, the explosion caused power outages to the entire region, and without the interference of artificial light, the moon hanging low in the night sky appeared extra bright and massive. Rand didn't find the emergency light in the room, and he replaced it with his own phone, which soon died. It seemed that all he could do now was lie down in his comfortable bed and fall asleep... but Rand couldn't do that.
Because something happened to Munster.
When Rand, who had witnessed the chaos, returned to the room this afternoon, he found that Munster was not where it should have been. The wet spot on the carpet allowed Rand to find it under his bed, but he found that he couldn't get Munster off the bed as easily as before. Of course, he did get down on the ground and reached out to reach Munster, but he touched something else.
Some gooey jelly.
Rand didn't know what it was, it didn't look like mucus or vomit anyway, they had that Munster smell, milky white, and it didn't take long to get a little sticky after coming into contact with the air. hard block. If I had to use a metaphor, it would be like chewed gum that was completely dried out.
It took Rand a long time to wash the unknown substance from his hands, and when he returned to the room again and put his head in the gap between the bed and the floor, he was surprised to find that under the bed A corner he could never reach, where Munster had built a "wall" with that strange substance.
Or rather, it built a nest there.