Part (Second Update)
Legs flying?
This kind of crazy and confusing talk can only be said at this time, in this place, to a group of us who are not quite normal, so as not to be sent to a mental hospital.
After the detailed explanation, I can actually understand the logic. But just imagining this scene still makes me feel insane.
I couldn't help but mutter to myself, what should I do? Should I call a family hotline for that independent and beautiful calf?
Three years and three years go by, and who knows if the legs will work hard enough and come up with a result while staying undercover in the fog.
If you still feel that you are not strong enough, I can also donate some of my own money to help, such as my appendix which I don't need.
These words flashed through my mind, and when the words came to my lips, I felt that my reaction was not normal and a little cold.
That feeling is very strange.
I heard about a bunch of people suffering terrible misfortunes, but I actually had the mind to complain about homemade bombs and think of some appendix jokes.
But that is not the disappearance of empathy, but a very inexplicable intuition.
It is as if I am in the same predicament, but I have not encountered any danger or harm and feel that everything is safe. Therefore, by analogy, I lose the kind of despair and pain that I should have felt.
But, the same dilemma?
After giving it a little thought, I felt that this idea was a bit shameless, and seemed like a very clumsy excuse for shirking responsibility.
Those guys were transformed alive and lost their human form. Brother Lei Zi in front of me lost a leg. As for me, although I was injured and frightened in the car, did I lose anything else?
No, wait a minute.
I suddenly got goosebumps.
If the definition of "human" in this strange story of moving rats is really so broad, then it is actually very easy for humans to be partially assimilated by insect eggs.
Apart from anything else, hair is not an organ, but it is also dead cells, and some fallen hair may contain hair follicles.
There are also nails, whose main component is keratin, and like the skin, they are differentiated from the embryonic ectoderm.
Can people in this strange and dangerous town guarantee that they will not lose even a hair? Can they guarantee that they will not be injured in the fierce battle?
Not to mention others, after entering the house, the guy who was responsible for setting off the flares to rescue me had bruises and contusions on his hands and forearms due to the huge recoil.
There was even one guy who, I just noticed, had half of his nail lifted off and was covered in blood, probably because he didn't protect himself in the panic.
What if these lost tiny body parts can also be counted into the definition of "human" and assimilated by the mist?
These are not impossible.
It was just that the degree of severity varied. For someone like Lei Zige who had lost a limb, it didn't take long for him to feel the part he had lost drifting and gathering in the mist. For others, it was just a matter of time before they were influenced by it.
My mouth was dry and I subconsciously asked softly:
"You said...some guys heard voices magnified in the fog at night, walked out, and then all they left was empty clothes on the floor. Right?"
Brother Lei Zi had obviously prepared a lot of complaints and excitement about his flying hairy legs, but he was caught off guard and exclaimed, looking at me.
Seeing that I didn't care about his flying legs, he was a little unhappy and said listlessly:
"Yeah, didn't I just say that?"
I shook my head, feeling a chill all over my body, as if a bag of raw salt had been poured over my head:
"Then what do you think...the willpower of the guys in your Zhang family is? Will they be easily bewitched by some evil spirit?"
Brother Lei Zi was stunned and blurted out: "Then why are we in the Zhang family still hanging around? We should just find a factory as soon as possible."
It sounds crude, but it's true.
But when this happened, many of the guys in the room looked at me and became confused.
"Counselor, what do you mean? Could it be that those brothers were happy to do so?"
It’s not about being willing, it’s about believing.
Nian Ziqing's distorted and strange face flashed through my mind as if by magic. I shook my head to get rid of the scene.
"If a strange and suspicious thing comes to deceive you, you may be able to maintain a last bit of clarity."
I said, staring at Brother Lei Zi, "What if you were facing yourself? Would you trust your hands, your eyes, and your ears?"
Brother Lei Zi slowly opened his mouth, looked at me blankly, shuddered, and cursed.
"In the mist there is a part of them that they have accidentally lost. It is they themselves who are calling out to themselves."
The reason why the human body can be coordinated is that even without subjective thinking, the limbs and various organs will function in a coordinated manner naturally.
Therefore, people do not need to deliberately control their breathing, nor do they need to deliberately make their hearts beat. When people look forward, their vision will automatically filter out their protruding noses and complete the scene through their subconscious.
When everyone used "whether or not one was attacked by the fog, or whether or not one was transformed by the insect eggs but survived" as the standard, a transformation as silent as the melting of snow and ice had already begun and was underway.
Therefore, it is not that the sound in the fog becomes louder at night, but that after a long day after the incident, the temperature drops and the insect eggs become active, and those parts that have been in the fog for a long time are finally fully transformed.
Therefore, at night, a person can hear a part of himself naturally talking to himself, trying to merge with himself.
Can a person refuse to breathe and heartbeat?
Would one rebuke leaving one's skin alone?
Of course not.
So, those guys pushed the door open and went out on their own to reunite with their other group, giving the trust that was rightfully theirs.
When they turned around and invited the other guys to hang out, there was really no bad intention.
When a person sees another person injured or even disabled, he or she is being completed, picking up the organs that have fallen outside, caring about friends, and hoping that the other person will also be complete. This is even completely in line with the moral standards of "human beings", a kind of simple kindness and compassion.
The rule of moving the rat to face the worshippers does work almost properly, and even includes morality in the definition of "human".
I spoke slowly, the room grew quieter, and a certain unknown uneasiness and restlessness began to permeate.
"That is to say... we have already been the fat meat eaten by others?"
Xu You's face also looked a little bad, and he frowned and said, "It's a bit troublesome to count the transformation order of everyone at present. It's hard to judge who will be the next one."
"There is one more important point."
I said, "Since it is so easy to be affected, we must not let the fog leave this town and expand."
Xu You's eyes twitched, and he suddenly said in a strange tone, "Speaking of this... Disciple, you should know that we have been disconnected from the outside world for a week."
I nodded, and then was confused by an unexpected statement.
"It is true that communications can fail in ghost stories. It is also true that the message we sent to warn others to enter could be distorted to lure more people in."
However, Xu You sneered and said that this time it was completely different.
"It was a friend who deliberately destroyed our base stations and signal towers. All the misleading information that people outside received was written and sent out by him one by one."
My thoughts got stuck in mid-air and turned into shock.
"who?"
"An old friend broke into our territory without permission." Xu You's smile grew colder and colder. "He held our base station hostage, blocked our door, and took away almost all of our communication equipment, leaving only some that were not connected to the Internet for our entertainment."
My mind buzzed.
The base station was destroyed and no one could send messages.
But didn't Xu You reply to my message at that time? It was he who gave me advice on how to deal with Nian Ziqing.
No, let’s just understand that maybe that was also the villain who answered the call using Xu You’s phone.
So, a question arises.
Is there another person who has been sending signals throughout this process?
Moreover, this guy not only rushed around to deal with some urgent matters, but also took the time to send me pictures and voice messages when he was bored, and even called my home to chat when he had time.
It was not until later that he seemed to be in too much of a hurry and broke off contact.
He... also has a tacit understanding with "Xu You", and they both gave me the same advice.
Zhang Tianyi.
Damn.
No wonder he told me to do it myself. Any Zhang employee would be able to find out what he did.
My head was spinning like a ball, wondering why. Was he out of his mind that he trapped all the Zhang family members in this small town, and even deliberately sent out messages to lure other Zhang's men from outside to come to the town?
He wants to kill everyone? That doesn't make sense.
It seemed accidental that Nian Ziqing and I appeared on the bus, but now it seems to be a calculated inevitability.
Zhang Tianyi really had no reason to watch me run into this big pit.
I don't even need to believe him, it's all because I believe in my own bad luck and my talent of "not being able to accomplish anything but always causing trouble". If you let me in, isn't that just waiting for me to mess up everything?
I am very confident that I can mess up even the scams and traps in ghost stories.
So, why?
While thinking hard, Brother Lei Zi touched the back of his head in confusion. He did not understand the witty conversation between Xu You and me. He just asked about something he did not understand.
"Advisor, you said that if someone is injured or loses a part of their body, even if it's just a fingernail or a hair, they can... do that. It depends on how serious the damage is. Then, how can I do that?"
Xu You and the female team doctor looked at each other.
"——Because you were injured too badly." The female team doctor said with a mixture of relief and regret, "After discussing with the team leader, I immediately gave you all the remaining artificial amniotic fluid."
Artificial amniotic fluid is now known to be made from the pool water in front of the Yishu Shrine. It has a certain resistance to the transformation pollution of fog, which sounds reliable.
But this time, I felt like I had forgotten something, and I suddenly felt a little uneasy.
The next moment, the uneasiness on Lei Zige's face did not disappear. He frowned and said in astonishment: "Is it all used up? What about the consultant?"
What should I do?
I was just turned inside out, not missing anything...
I was struck by lightning.
Yes. When the driver, Lao Zhao, lost control of the vehicle and braked suddenly, I was thrown to the ground by inertia. The mop handle on the ground scraped my back, which peeled off a layer of oily skin.
But soon, the external contamination caused my injury to turn inward, which in turn temporarily eliminated the worst layer of the injury and prevented me from losing too much blood or getting a bacterial infection on the spot.
Also because of the "external valgus", I indeed forgot that there was such a trivial injury in the face of all the horrible deformities.
——So that’s how it is.
I seemed to have lost my empathy, and felt it was natural for Brother Lei Zi to lose his limbs and be transformed, and subconsciously thought that I was facing the same predicament... It was because of this.
I have indeed lost a part of myself.
But that part of me was still stuck on the bus, which was still crawling forward on the main road of the town, and the fog that tried to invade the interior of the bus was still wrestling with the bright red parts that were turned outward.
This is the fundamental reason why I am now safe and sound and have not been called into the fog.
I thought I had gotten off the bus and gotten rid of the "tour guide" and the bus. But then I realized that I was still under the protection of the tour guide and the bus, and my life was hanging by a thread at any time.
Once the distorted order of the bus was completely broken and the fog poured into the car, I would be finished.
The me in the car is still closely connected to who I am now.
——I haven’t gotten off the bus yet.
The driver, Lao Zhao, kept laughing sarcastically and wildly at me and Nian Ziqing during the desperate struggle. I only now truly understood these sarcastic, resentful and satisfied laughs.
The tourists and the tour guide actually dreamed of abandoning the driver and escaping. How naive they were.
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