Sparks suddenly burst out of Chen Yao's tactical goggles, and the ice blade and the ice layer frozen on the ground simultaneously exploded into spider-web-like cracks.
The mycelium network twisted wildly under the illumination of the Sand of Time, and the dark red substance surging in those fluorescent veins was climbing up along the seams of the protective suits of Teng Shuiyuan's protectors.
"Back off!" Mou Xuan pulled Teng's tactical vest and threw him towards the container behind him. The mycelium rubbed against his tempered glass mask and exploded the mucus.
The time sand that oozed from the wound on the back of his hand condensed into clock gears in the rain. Chen Yao caught a glimpse of the man's Adam's apple rolling twice - this was a sign that he was about to activate his supernatural powers.
Inspector Hu stumbled back holding the exploded instrument panel: "The magnetic field disturbance value exceeds the safety line by seven times!
This shit is mimicking our synapses..."
"I need three hundred seconds." Mou Xuan suddenly grabbed Chen Yao's combat gloves that were frozen with ice, and the golden thread on his palm pierced the alarm on her wristband.
When Chen Yao smelled the blood, she discovered that he had smeared the Sand of Time mixed with blood on her ice blade: "Take them back to the second isolation area and use the ice crystal matrix to interfere with the signal."
The protector of Tengshuiyuan suddenly used a fire axe to split the fungus mat that emerged from the ground: "Captain Mou!
The protective net in the northwest corner is leaking! "
A teeth-grinding sound of metal tearing could be heard in the heavy rain.
Chen Yao inserted the ice blade into the wet mud with her backhand, and the cold air froze the mycelium veins into ice-blue veins.
She saw Mou Xuan's combat boots crush three pieces of time sand, and the golden thread drilled into the cracks in the ground like a living thing - this madman dared to launch a time reversal in the contaminated area!
"Two hundred and eighty seconds." Mou Xuan's voice carried the hum of metallic resonance.
Chen Yao suddenly discovered that the hyphae wrapped around his wounds were fading, like a videotape that was forcibly rewound by some force.
When the first Time Sand Gear began to rotate in the opposite direction, the raindrops in the entire polluted area suddenly suspended in mid-air.
Golden lines like star maps exploded in Mou Xuan's pupils. He saw the moonlight from three days ago penetrating the current rainstorm - the water pump station that should have been empty that night, now had six figures in protective clothing releasing some kind of capsule.
"Boost valve number four." The sound squeezed out of his throat made the tactical headset burst with electricity. "At 27:27 last Wednesday, someone added a double-chain catalyst to the circulation system."
Inspector Hu suddenly opened the collar of his protective suit and said, "No wonder the routine tests couldn't find it!
This catalyst must be combined with bioelectricity..." He suddenly froze, watching the fading mycelium network forming a circular vacuum belt around Mou Xuan.
Chen Yao's ice blade suddenly emitted a high-frequency vibration.
She saw black mucus oozing out of Mou Xuan's combat uniform on his back - the side effect of the time reversal made the pollutants appear earlier.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to warn him, he saw the man stabbed the dagger into his collarbone, and the gushing golden sand of time instantly purified the poison.
"One hundred and twenty seconds left." Mou Xuan's voice was like sandpaper rubbing against steel.
The overlapping images of time and space in front of his eyes became heavier and heavier, and the late night scene seventy-two hours ago overlapped with the present moment - when those who placed the capsules left, two of them left palm prints at the drain.
"Old Teng!" Chen Yao suddenly threw out an ice chain to wrap around the waist of Teng Shuiyuan's protector, "Underground pipe network at a 45-degree angle to the southeast!"
Teng's fire axe drew a silver arc in the air, splitting the mycelium aggregate disguised as concrete.
Amid the splash of rancid liquid, the reflection of the hexagonal metal valve stung everyone's eyes - there was half a threaded palm print printed on it.
Mou Xuan suddenly knelt on one knee.
The image from last night's blind spot was still lingering on his retina: a hunched figure was injecting dark green liquid into the drain with a syringe, and half of the burn scar was exposed on the cuff of the man's protective suit.
"A defector from the Seventh Laboratory." He pulled off his blood-stained tactical gloves, and the sand of time condensed into a three-dimensional map in his palm. "Chen Yao, I need your body fluid sample from three days ago."
The ice blade suddenly made a humming sound like a dragon's roar, and Chen Yao cut her fingertips without hesitation.
When the blood drop fell into the three-dimensional model constructed by the Sand of Time, six red dots suddenly flashed wildly at the drainage ditch in the northwest corner - those catalysts were devouring her ice-type supernatural genes.
"Found it!" Inspector Hu suddenly raised the modified Geiger counter, "The concentration of active substances is..." The screen of the instrument suddenly went black, and the mycelium network emitted arcs under his feet.
At this moment, all of Mou Xuan's time sand exploded into golden mist.
Everyone heard a sound similar to glass breaking, and the mycelium in the entire contaminated area suddenly twitched wildly, condensing into six scarlet columns that reached the sky and the earth in the rainstorm - the core of each column was wrapped with a beating human heart.
Chen Yao's ice blade reflected Mou Xuan's pale profile.
She saw something moving under the man's combat uniform, as if the sands of time were repairing some fatal wound.
When Mou Xuan turned around to set up the isolation barrier, the cracks in the tactical eyepiece made her notice that the newly appeared golden blood vessels on his neck were spreading towards his temple in a direction that violated the human body structure.
The blood from Chen Yao's fingertips condensed into frost in the model constructed by the Sand of Time, and ice crystals exploded into fine cracks along the surface of the scarlet column.
She suddenly grabbed Mou Xuan's tactical belt and dragged him back: "The heart rate is imitating your supernatural power fluctuations!"
The golden blood vessels on the back of Mou Xuan's neck suddenly bulged, and his combat boots crushed two pieces of time sand.
Looking back at the remaining 72 hours of footage, there were faint ice flower-like marks floating on the surface of those beating organs - these were the defensive marks that Chen Yao had left in the quarantine area three days ago.
"Two-way contamination." Chen Yao's ice blade suddenly stopped two centimeters in front of Mou Xuan's Adam's apple, and the blade reflected the golden lines in his pupils. "They are using my genes as a firewall."
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