Transformation (First Update)
Now that we have come to the point, I will put aside all distractions and ask the fellow to explain in detail.
According to his description, during the disaster on that snowy night, almost one-third of the guys were attacked, and among those who were attacked, only he and another guy survived.
Speaking of this matter, we should probably be thankful that these guys follow the example of their superiors and subordinates and are reckless and do whatever they want.
It was the dead of night, and most people were trapped in such a strange town, but they actually set up an outdoor stall and a barbecue grill as if nothing had happened and were enjoying their meal.
The heat and smoke from the burning charcoal surrounded the entire semi-arc-shaped venue tightly. The mist and insect eggs just rose up and, because they did not like the high temperature, they bypassed the main force and went straight to the rest area.
The survivor in front of me is a natural night owl. Apart from his brother Jingjing, who has been with him for a long time, he has always been disgusted with those country bumpkins who only have muscles in their heads. He just stays in bed, playing Tetris on his phone with no signal, and playing some cartoons in the background.
When the fog came in, this man was completely covered in the quilt without any exposure. He was just sweating a little. Suddenly, he heard a sudden explosion beside him, so he was startled and pulled back the quilt.
Then, naturally, I felt pain all over my body, being caught off guard.
But perhaps because his body temperature was too high, the insect eggs were a little slow to attach themselves to the body. The guy was startled and immediately grabbed the burning hot cell phone in his hand and smashed it against himself.
The whole room was in chaos, with people shouting and cursing, and no one cared about anyone else. The guy waved his cell phone, which was so hot that he could hardly hold it, and shouted that insects were afraid of high temperatures to remind others, but there was really nothing he could do.
Seeing that his efforts were in vain, the holes on his body were getting more and more, and he felt a little dizzy from losing too much blood.
At the critical moment, suddenly, there was a vibration outside the door and a wheelchair rushed in.
The person in the wheelchair hastily put on a jacket and a wet blanket over it, which had a very pungent smell.
The waiter was shocked and ashamed, and shouted "Leader", and then he heard Xu You shout "fire". There was no need to say more, the waiter took out a lighter and ran to the wheelchair in two steps.
But Xu You took off the blanket and shook it, then threw it into the middle of the room and lit the lighter with a click.
The wet blanket was apparently filled with gasoline, and when it came into contact with fire, the flames instantly spread throughout the room.
Amid the crackling sound of wood products burning, the mist dispersed, and the intermittent roars and wails slowed down. But the fire was too big, and Xu You was also covered with gasoline. The guy didn't dare to look at it any more, and immediately pushed the wheelchair out.
Just as he rushed to the door of the room, he heard a sharp hissing sound from inside, as if the mist had gathered together, the outer layer was scorched and kept falling off, but the remaining insect eggs in the inner layer had been full and were still fluttering.
The guy only had time to take a quick look and saw that the body closest to the door suddenly stopped wailing, and then fell to the ground and turned into a pile of new insect eggs.
With his eyes bloodshot, another fellow who was less seriously injured also stumbled out, and the door frame and the room collapsed behind him. The survivor was bleeding all over, grinning, "I hid a bomb in my pillow, let's blow him up!" Then he fell down.
The guy was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to curse these muscle brains for putting bombs in pillows for fun, or to be thankful for being alive. Then he heard another loud bang, and the homemade bomb exploded. The heat wave mixed with debris and impact force blew away all three people present.
When I heard this, I subconsciously corrected him: "There are more than one bomb, I'm afraid you are the only one who didn't hide it."
The guy slapped his thigh upon hearing this, and felt a sense of sympathy. He was full of admiration and yet complained helplessly:
"I thought I was just a loner, but who knew this group of people would treat the things on their necks as balls to play with, not afraid of getting a stiff neck and falling to the ground in the middle of the night and being kicked to pieces by someone."
Having said that, his eyes were still red. He blinked hard twice to hold it back before continuing:
"This fire was indeed effective. It stopped the fog from hunting and basically did not produce too many new insect eggs. But... the brothers who were seriously injured still died on the spot.
I heard from the guy who survived that when he rushed out, there was no intact human figure on the bed, only wriggling insect eggs and layer upon layer of burnt ghost things.
Seeing that things were hopeless, he bit the bolt of the homemade thunderbolt, hoping to die together with the others.
I took a deep breath and said solemnly, "But you said that people won't die here at Yishu."
"Yes." The man smiled bitterly. As a person involved in the incident, he was quite calm and detailed when talking about the tragedy that night, but he was a little hesitant in his next words.
He said coldly: "We immediately used discarded furniture to form a firebreak and pushed the entire fire circle to shrink. As a result, we found that the mist and insect eggs seemed to be full and could not stand the continued high temperature of the fire and left."
"But... our brothers, the insect eggs of all the victims are still on the ground and on the bed, moving constantly, and trying to re-condense into human form several times.
But it was only an outline, at most a vague frame made of foam. Occasionally, an ear or a finger would appear, sometimes it was all teeth…
Later... later we couldn't stand it anymore, so we said, let them rest in peace.
Who knew that those squirming humanoids... they seemed to be able to hear us talking, and they still had their original consciousness to understand, and they dispersed in an instant. This time, the insect eggs also disappeared into the fog and could no longer be distinguished. "
The guy said this with an indescribable sense of self-blame, and said in a trance: "If they hadn't been abandoned, they wouldn't have become like that."
I felt sympathetic, but I couldn't comfort them with anything like this, so I reluctantly continued the conversation: "Then how did you know that those people were still alive after they turned into mist and insect eggs?"
When I asked this question, I didn't know why, but I was startled.
In fact, I should have the answer, because I have just gone through a round of horrible distortion, but I am still here now. Although there were times when I was confused and misled during the whole process, I generally have self-awareness, and my personality is not distorted or split.
Just like Xu You said, even if the body becomes a ghost, it is still a human being.
But the guy calmed down again and again, and then said with a grim face: "I don't know, it's them...they said it themselves."
What do they mean by that?
An indescribable creepy feeling started from the soles of my feet, and I couldn't help but look at Xu You, hoping that he could add something and explain it more clearly.
Xu You remained calm, as if he had not been struck by a thunderbolt by accident. He moved his intact hand and asked me to come forward.
I forced myself to look at him, and he asked me to take his phone from his arms, which contained an audio clip that was recorded at the scene.
The phone screen was cracked and the audio was very short, only about ten seconds.
I opened it, the countdown started, and it soon came to the end.
There was no sound at all.
"Turn it up, turn it up again." Xu You said. The ominous feeling in my heart became more and more intense. I followed his instructions, opened a processing software on my mobile phone, and started pressing the volume plus sign repeatedly.
After the deafening sound of the electric current and the rustling noise in the background passed, it was still very slight, and I finally heard some very fragmented sounds, mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish the individuals.
It might be okay for someone else, but I had the experience of being parasitized by a comb jellyfish, and the voices of countless people crowded in my mouth and made a clicking sound. This conditioned reflex made me break out in a sweat due to the psychological trauma.
As expected, they were still alive. Even after they had become like that and disappeared in the mist, those people were still making noises.
"Most of it was blank questions and curses, and even some grinding of teeth. It was like being half asleep and half awake."
Xu Youdao said that some people were still trying to hold on, enduring the distortion and conveying the situation. But that kind of communication was too inefficient, and the information was fragmented and difficult to interpret.
Another part seems to have gone too far in distortion, and the syllables it pronounces are too complex and are no longer a human language system.
Moreover, all the information was problematic and distorted with malicious intent. They had to spend a long time to distinguish the credible parts and then verify them.
My heart sank.
"But bee colonies are often coordinated under a collective consciousness. In their current state, I'm afraid they can't stop the mist from hunting, let alone prevent hatching, right?"
"That's right."
Xu You didn't hide anything and looked me in the eye. "Even if you are blown to pieces by a flare, you will at most be mixed in with the volcanic ash and the dandruff from the insect eggs. You can still maintain a certain level of consciousness and you won't die."
"It's daytime now, and the sounds are very light. They still need to be converted and separated by equipment. You can listen again at night when the fog is the thickest."
"At that time, the fog was full of voices."
"The only thing I could understand directly was... they kept yelling for us to come over."
Among them, several guys suddenly got up at night, pushed the door and walked out as if they were possessed.
But as they walked, they turned back and described in detail what they had heard, and then began to invite others to join them.
As he was talking, the clothes suddenly became empty and fell to the ground.
Xu You gestured for me to look at the ammunition and remaining flares kept in the corner: "Now, you and that broken bus that suddenly appeared, and the half-ghost thing on the bus, have provided us with some new ideas."
I shook my head, thought about it, tried to calm down, and asked what I thought was a crucial question:
"If only part of a person's limbs are captured by the mist and transformed, what will happen to the remaining person? Will the transformed limbs still be connected to the original body? Will the contamination be transmitted to the original body?"
This long paragraph is full of questions, but at its core, it’s the same question.
The room was quiet for a while, and everyone looked at me.
A somewhat ambiguous voice sounded in an inconspicuous corner, with a hint of laughter, and first cursed, "Sure, scholar, I surrender to you."
Only then did I see that there was a person covered in bandages lying on the ground, mostly hidden by the tables and chairs.
Judging from the tone and injuries, it must be Brother Lei Zi.
He sat up suddenly, swearing a few words: "I said I'm not going to die anyway, but you insist on making me lie down and recover according to habit and common sense. If I sit up, I'm not a human being?"
As he spoke, he was glanced at by Xu You, and his voice became a little lower, but he still had a lot of "iron bones" and insisted:
"Counselor, you're right. You're different from that pretty boy."
When the guy heard this, he glared at me in annoyance, but he was indeed well-mannered and didn't say a word, and had no intention of quarreling at all.
Brother Leizi grinned, looking a little proud, and continued, "I only lost one leg in there. Consultant, you're right, this damn thing is really a piece of meat on my body."
I couldn't help laughing when I heard him use swear words all over his three sentences, so I asked him in detail:
"What are the details?"
The guy standing by couldn't stand listening any longer and didn't want to listen to Brother Lei's nonsense, so he gave me a brief summary.
It turned out that Lei Zige was stuck in front of the door, almost blocking most of the impact of the explosion by himself. The shrapnel from the explosion directly cut his thigh artery, and blood rushed up to the eaves of the house due to the high pressure.
When he woke up, he found that he was not dead, but part of his calf had lost too much blood and become necrotic during his coma.
Brother Lei Zi just felt very uncomfortable. The team doctor checked him and found that a bunch of insect eggs that were trying to avoid high temperatures had crawled into the wound on his calf, and most of them had crawled into the bones and could not be pulled out.
Out of caution, fearing that the eggs would enter the brain through the blood after recovery, and because Lei Zige himself insisted on not turning into a ghost and living a life worse than death, he still had an amputation, leaving a section of his left leg below the knee. The amputated limb was simply cremated, which was better than nothing.
However, Brother Lei Zi, who was recovering from his injuries, felt something was wrong.
At first he thought it was the common hallucination symptom of amputees who thought their limbs were still there, but after feeling it carefully, his face changed and he called out "mother" several times, saying:
"My legs seem to be still there, they're flying!"
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