Chapter 115 Big Eyes

The room was dead silent. When the people present recalled it later, they realized that they had experienced an important milestone in human history in shock and fear. This was the first time that humans witnessed intelligent life from extraterrestrial beings, and its significance was comparable to the first time that Homo sapiens walked out of Africa. Although this third kind of contact took place twenty years later, it was witnessed by people twenty years ago.

Bai Yang felt that the nickname "Big Eyes" was well-deserved. Its biggest feature was indeed an oversized eyeball that glowed red in the dark and a huge pupil that could flexibly expand and shrink and rotate. It stared at Bai Yang through the thin curtains, the computer screen and twenty years of time, making the latter almost breathless.

This was a fear that mankind had never faced before in history. Bai Yang couldn't even tell where this fear came from. It was not from swords or guns, tigers, or ghosts. It did not belong to any image that represented terror in the human brain. But when Bai Yang was covered by its gaze, he felt like he was nailed by a nail, his body too stiff to move.

Bai Yang was not the only one who was stiff and unable to move. Bai Zhen, Wang Ning, Zhao Bowen and even Lian Qiao beside him were all pale. It can be imagined that all the people who received the video signal were pressed into their seats by the big eyes and had difficulty breathing. This was not scouting the enemy, but a mouse coming out of the hole and running into an eagle head-on.

Baiyang and other little mice were very lucky. They stayed in a safe place and only saw the eagle on the screen. No matter how powerful the opponent was, it could not kill them through the network cable. But Banxia was different. She was only separated from Big Eyes by a wall.

The wall was obviously unable to resist this monster. If the monster wanted to, it could easily push down a wall or even destroy a building. The girl hugged Grandpa Huang tightly, hid under the table, and dared not make any movement.

She could only pray that the monster would go away quickly.

"Come out—where are you?"

The voice changed its tone and timbre, like a man speaking.

"Give me the fruit! Give me the fruit..."

The bedroom was illuminated by the red light of the big eyes. Banxia guessed that it might be observing this window. It was searching, one window after another.

Banxia held her breath and dared not breathe out.

She thought that if she was lucky and her big eyes didn't find anything, she would continue searching down to see the next window and leave her bedroom.

Go, go, go, go, go, go...

Please go away.

Banxia muttered to herself.

But the sound above her head that followed made the hair on her back stand up from the soles of her feet to the back of her neck.

There was a gentle "click" sound.

That was the sound of the aluminum alloy window being opened.

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Hold.

Finished.

At this moment, Banxia's mind went blank, and after a few seconds she felt that she was dead.

She had no way to escape, like a turtle in a jar, she could only wait to be killed.

"Where are you—?"

A soft voice suddenly sounded from above my head, and it felt like someone was lying outside the window, sticking his head in with an unusually long neck, and the head was a beautiful woman with long hair.

Banxia was about to suffocate.

Bai Yang was already suffocating. He was watching from beginning to end. The camera was set up on a tripod in the middle of the bedroom, facing the window and the desk. He watched the aluminum window behind the curtains on the screen being pulled open, and then the curtains were slowly pushed up by something. The overwhelming sense of intrusion frightened Bai Yang, as if the monster was not invading the bedroom twenty years later, but his own room now. Bai Yang subconsciously stepped back and the back of his head hit someone's chin. He turned his head and found it was Zhao Bowen. Old Zhao didn't feel anything. He pushed Bai Yang's head away and stared at the computer with his eyes wide open.

Whether on this side of the computer or the other side, the air was so frozen that it couldn't flow. The only thing moving was the thing behind the curtain.

It creeps in little by little.

Suddenly something jumped onto the table, and the sudden change made Lian Qiao cry out in surprise.

It was a swift black shadow, and with the camera's ultra-low refresh rate and transmission speed, its shape could not be captured at all.

"What is that?"

Wang Ning's eyes widened.

Banxia also widened her eyes. She had no time to react before Grandpa Huang slipped out of her arms. He twisted his slender body and climbed up the table leg. She couldn't catch him at all. The girl almost screamed. Did this little thing climb up to take a look because he heard human voices?

That's not a human! Mr. Huang!

That's not a human!

Not human!

Banxia clenched her fists in anxiety. Although she was anxious, she dared not move or make a sound. Banxia could not get out of the table, so she could only curl up into a ball and grit her teeth tightly.

"What is that?"

Bai Zhen stood behind the sofa, stretching his neck forward. Old Zhao, Wang Ning and Lian Qiao moved in unison with him. They all noticed a dark shadow that jumped onto the table, like a small animal.

"Cat?" Lian Qiao asked.

"Dog?" Bai Zhen said, "She has a dog?"

"It's a weasel." Bai Yang frowned, "Its name is Uncle Huang."

After jumping onto the table, Grandpa Huang turned around, probably looking for the source of the sound. It hadn't heard the voice of a second person other than Banxia for a long time. People didn't know whether weasels had the ability to carefully identify human voices. If Grandpa Huang had this ability, it might have thought that the voice just now was a bit similar to that woman's.

The woman who picked it up and kept it with her for many years.

The moment the weasel jumped out, the glowing pupils outside the window suddenly shrank. It had obviously startled the Big Eyes, or the Swordsman. It was impossible for Mr. Huang's small brain to understand the existence of the Swordsman. This huge eyeball glowing red was no different from the sun to it. It just turned around on the table, looked around, and even went into the curtains, searching.

The pupils of the big eyes were locked on it, moving left and right with it - the swordsman and Uncle Huang didn't know that at this moment there were at least a dozen people staring at them, and no one dared to make a sound.

Zhao Bowen pinched Bai Yang's shoulders hard, and the knuckles of his five fingers turned white. If he didn't pinch him, he would tremble.

This is an extremely fragile balance. Big Eyes is observing Mr. Huang, while Mr. Huang is walking in circles on his own. Everyone is afraid that something will happen to either side first. What if Mr. Huang suddenly jumps off the table? What if Big Eyes suddenly attacks? (Of course, they all know later that the swordsman never attacks any animals. He protects animals like a farmer protects the seedlings in the field.)

This balance was maintained for more than ten seconds. The first thing to change was the big eyes. Its pupils, which had shrunk and focused, then relaxed again. It used its tentacles to gently push Grandpa Huang into the room and carefully closed the window.

That gentleness is just like your mother covering you with a blanket and then closing the door.

The "click-click" sound came from the outer wall again. The swordsman crawled away and went to search the next window. Banxia held her breath and hid under the table, hiding in the pitch-black night and silence. She didn't know how long she hid there, until she could no longer hear any sound. Then she dared to let out a long breath and collapsed on the floor.

The breath came out along with the tears.

Zhao Bowen covered his face with his hands and sat down on the sofa. He buried his face in his hands, took a deep breath, and whispered, "This fucking thing must not be kept. It will cause endless trouble."

(End of this chapter)