Chapter 58: Don't Hide, 1551
The sticky touch made him feel sick.
1551 endured the nausea and continued to move upwards. Finally, he passed through the umbilical cords and touched this huge scarlet unknown existence.
The flaring feeling is very much like some kind of living thing.
But apart from the fear in his heart, he just felt disgusted when he looked at the large mass of red meat.
It's not just that he's ugly in appearance, but I also have a natural aversion to him and instinctively want to resist and stay away from him.
1551 patted his chest and calmed himself down before punching it with his clenched fist.
The sound of fists hitting flesh could be heard again and again.
There was even an echo in this huge, overly empty place.
But even until his protruding finger bones turned red and broke the skin, and blood oozed out, there was no sign of damage to the giant creature.
It's like hitting a piece of fat that bounces back. As the pain is transmitted to you, it will quickly return to its original shape.
1551 was not naive enough to continue hammering away with his fists. He slid down little by little, returned to the ground where he started, and turned around to search for anything that might be useful.
He suddenly thought of the bottles he couldn't reach.
Isn't there something here that can make him taller?
1551 didn't even bother to rest. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued running back.
Unlike the uneasy mood when he came here, at this moment, the anger after all the ugly truths were revealed overwhelmed his other emotions.
If it were any other system that had never been mentally prepared, when it saw all this, its faith would have collapsed, its worldview would have been reshaped, and it would have lost its rationality.
1551 accepted it very quickly. Time was too tight, leaving him no time for excessive sadness and grief.
He didn't know when the Lord God would find him, but he knew without a doubt that He must hate him very much now and would not let him go easily.
If it weren't for Gu Chenzhou, I would probably have really captured the pure white space where the main god was.
But He didn't come over immediately, which meant that something had tripped Him up, or He had temporarily lost His coordinates.
This is his only chance to overthrow the Lord God.
How could he have imagined that it was he who personally revealed the bloody truth in front of him.
Having witnessed all this, he couldn't turn a blind eye.
Even if the price of overthrowing all this is the end of one's own life.
1551 His eyes became firm, and his face, which had been very fair and tender and full of health, was now gray and black due to sweat and dirt, and there was a pitiful red on the tip of his nose.
The somewhat dirty look did not detract from his already exquisite appearance, but made him look a little more broken.
But beneath that sense of brokenness lies a vitality so vigorous that even the Lord God has to suffer.
After saying sorry to the unconscious barebones closest to the door, 1551 took him down from the cot and put him on the ground.
A person in a coma has no muscles in his body and is heavier than several bags of cement.
1551 had actually used up most of his strength just now, but he still gritted his teeth and held on, not letting the man get hurt at all, and fell to the ground safely.
He reached out his hand to pull the bed again, and felt a sharp pain in his wrist. However, he no longer had the energy to look. He could only judge from the pain that he had probably sprained his muscles.
Pushing and pulling the bed into the strange semicircle, 1551 looked up at the countless transparent glass bottles.
Which one should I find first? Should I break them all?
Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down, and a feeling of dizziness came over him. 1551 squinted his eyes and almost saw overlap on these bottles.
Each bottle has a glowing object inside and looks identical, but in fact each one has subtle differences.
It is difficult for the unobservant to notice these differences.
Just when 1551 was about to give up, he suddenly saw a bottle with a different light frequency and other speeds.
Among so many bottles, for some reason he saw this "unique" bottle at first sight, and even felt a sense of familiarity.
In fact, it may be his illusion.
It was a fantasy that came out of his unconscious mind.
In fact, this bottle is no different from any other bottle.
So what? His intuition had never been wrong.
1551 pushed the bed under the bottle again, stood on it, and stretched out his hand to finally grab the bottle. He pulled it hard!
The umbilical cord suddenly began to tremble, tightening its grip on the bottle.
As 1551 used more and more strength, the umbilical cord trembled faster and faster, and finally caused the other umbilical cords to start shaking as well.
"Let go!" 1551 took a deep breath and fell down with all his strength.
He fell off the hospital bed, pain instantly swept through his body, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
When he opened his hand, the small bottle lay in his palm.
It hurt but he smiled anyway: "I got it."
The bottle mouth was open, and without the restraint of the umbilical cord, the light inside suddenly came out and floated up and down around him like a glowing elf.
As expected, the little thing is warm.
It felt warm when rubbed against my body, and the wound didn't seem to hurt so much.
The little ball of light that was rescued from the bottle seemed particularly happy and attached, and it repeatedly circled and rubbed against 1551.
1551 couldn't help laughing because of the friction. The sound was a bit cheerful, completely different from the depressing everything here, and it actually resonated with the bottles above. Then those small light balls inside emitted a different kind of restlessness, colliding with the bottle bodies, and a pleasant tinkling sound was heard.
But soon, the broken umbilical cord began to retract, returning to the huge red ovary.
I don’t know what will happen when it goes back, but it will definitely not be a good thing.
1551 tensed up and stood up despite the pain. He knew that he could not rescue the remaining bottles.
There were simply too many bottles here, and he was already exhausted. It had taken up his last bit of strength to pull off this bottle. There were thousands and thousands of bottles, and the space seemed to have no end, making people feel a little suffocated.
Going to run away.
Mumbling softly in his heart, 1551 reached out his hand expectantly towards the small ball of light: "Will you come with me?"
The little ball of light just jumped up and down playfully in the palm of his hand, and then floated away.
It moved so fast, like a small meteor, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
It turns out that it is not my own emotion.
1551 was a little disappointed, but soon cheered up again.
He felt a little satisfied when he thought that there would be a system that would restore its own emotions because of his action.
Of course, his goal is not that simple.
1551 ran to the place where the small ball of light disappeared just now. At the moment when he was about to leave here, he looked back and secretly vowed in his heart that he would restore the emotions of all systems.
…
After leaving the space that had never been visited by the system, 1551 walked alone for a long time, until his feet ached, before he finally saw the normal buildings in the other world.
The good news is that I didn’t encounter any other people or systems along the way. It seems that the Lord God has put a lot of thought into hiding that place.
The bad news is that he will encounter attackers or systems next.
1551 hid in a dark alley, secretly watching the attackers coming and going.
Strangely, he didn't see any systems.
"Is there any here?"
"No."
"Hey, have you seen a system with cat ears and a cat tail?"
"Are you stupid? We all received this mission. If I had seen it, I would have reported it long ago."
"What on earth is going on? I've never seen a mandatory mission with a red alert in the other world. Is something big going to happen?"
The two attackers stopped in front of the alley where he was, chatting among themselves.
"Why not let the systems come looking for them? They don't need a break anyway. They're just machines, so why not just let them keep working?"
"That's right. In the past, when there were any tasks in the inner world, didn't the Lord God always let the systems do it? The time in the inner world is our exclusive rest time."
The attacker on the left seemed to have remembered something. He suddenly spoke with a hint of mockery in his tone, "This time, the Lord God has summoned all of us attackers to find it. It must be something very important, and He doesn't feel comfortable leaving it to the system."
"The system is not as reliable as us humans. After all, it is just a more advanced creation."
No!
There was a hint of anger in 1551's eyes, but he was speechless and could only step back and try to find a way to leave.
But the goddess of luck did not always favor him. He had just taken two steps back when his calf suddenly hit an iron trash can, making a loud noise.
"Who's in there?!"
The two attackers were startled and looked over here hesitantly.
The dim light prevented them from seeing anything, but the more so, the more they suspected that there was someone hiding inside.
They raised their feet to walk over here, and 1551 could do nothing but put his hands over his mouth.
He almost thought he was going to be discovered.
My breathing was trembling uncontrollably.
"Hey, why are you still here?"
A familiar voice was heard, and 1551 and the two attackers were stunned.
"What's wrong?"
The person who came later sounded a little impatient: "What's the matter? Our group A has already searched this area. You, group B, should go to the next area."
The two raiders looked at each other and shrugged, "Sorry, bro, we just wanted to catch some fish. Let's go now."
Two footsteps sounded as they receded into the distance.
1551 was a little dazed. He took his hands off his face and looked outside the alley.
It’s He Zi.
His previous host.
1551 didn't know why he appeared here, but he did help divert the attention of those two people.
The footsteps were heard again, and 1551 wanted to continue running away in a panic, but he turned around in a hurry and found that this was a dead end.
He heard He Zi's somewhat complicated voice.
"Stop hiding, 1551."
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