Chapter 164: Drowning It is no exaggeration to say that he is an evil monster...
At ten o'clock in the evening, the last bit of sunset burned out and large dark clouds gathered overhead.
There are few buildings in the desert, the air is clear and the visibility is high, so the range of rain is visible. Seeing the dark clouds being brought by the wind, people hurriedly folded their clothes and closed the windows, for fear that the dust and mold raised by the rain would stain their clothes.
The sounds of locking windows and drawing curtains could be heard one after another, except at the window on the ground floor of the hotel, where someone did the opposite and stuck his head out to observe.
Saury is a fish that is extremely sensitive to weather changes.
In the eyes of others, this is a rain that is about to come, but in Qiu Dao's eyes, its content is much richer - squinting his eyes, Qiu Dao smelled a familiar sense of anxiety. Holding back his heartbeat, he tried to discern something from the falling raindrops.
Wire.
The golden thread, the wind that cannot be touched but can be seen.
The colors of the wind are too different, they don't belong to nature, but to——
it! It's back, the pheromone storm surge, oh my god! Qiu Dao was so ecstatic that his heart almost jumped out of his chest with excitement. He wanted to jump out of the window to embrace the wind that he had lost and found again, my saint, the meaning of my existence!
His steps were faster than his brain, and he had no idea how he ran upstairs and pulled out Professor Xu, who was also in awe of mermaids, from a group of people.
These two intellectuals, whose combined academic qualifications were terrifyingly high, were now so excited that they were gesticulating and unable to speak, and were having a conversation like primitive savages in the corridor.
"Wind, it's wind!"
"Ah, so, so, it's recalling!"
“Woohoo, woohoo—”
"Female, it wants female!"
In the corridor, Woodpecker passed by with the little doctor. He turned around and looked at the two people curiously and asked, "Isn't this floor specially approved for national scholars to live in? How come two psychopaths came in?"
The young doctor held the mind wave capture device and said tremblingly: "Teacher, it seems to be upstairs."
The woodpecker decided: "Then keep going up!"
Young doctor: "...I don't dare to go up. I'm afraid."
"You're not afraid of shit! He's our good leader, there's nothing to be afraid of. Look, I've been with him for so many years, and I'm still intact, right?"
The woodpecker taught the younger generation with righteous words, but he was actually feeling nervous inside.
He guessed that the mermaid's spiritual thread escaped, but he didn't know how. Considering that the monarch himself was too lethal, he decided to come out and investigate.
If it runs away to an innocent victim, you will be responsible for bringing it back.
But no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out one thing - what exactly is the "vehicle" of the spiritual thread?
Ordinary electronic components? No, no, no, I feel that the monarch is not such a casual person.
Is that some kind of flesh and blood organ? Could it have attached itself to someone and ran away?
woodpecker:"……"
He suddenly had a terrible guess.
Late in the night, braving the choking sand rain, Woodpecker carried his little apprentice and ran all the way to the only star-rated hotel in the town.
As soon as I got downstairs, wow, the mental wave capturer started beeping like a Geiger counter in Chernobyl, more excited than if I had returned home.
The woodpecker and the little doctor looked at each other, and both looked up to the top floor at the same time.
white……
I didn't even dare to say my name, for fear that something in the air would hear it.
As we walked into the hotel, the higher we went, the louder the traps started to jump. When we reached the executive suite on the top floor, we heard the traps bang.
The value was too high, the dashboard exploded, and the acrylic plate scattered all over the floor.
The young doctor felt dizzy and almost fainted. He now felt like the ghost hunter in a classic horror movie, holding a homemade gadget, thinking he could catch a "ghost", but in the end he was destroyed as soon as he got there. This ghost is no ordinary ghost. If it gets cruel, Satan will have it tattooed on his back.
If he dared to take two more steps forward, he would probably be bounced onto the ceiling and torn into a bloody mist, achieving a classic kill.
Woodpecker: “Go knock on the door.”
Little doctor: “…”
He looked at the old bird sadly, as if to say, I still want to live.
The woodpecker felt his scalp tingling when he looked at it, so it had to stiffen its whole body and move forward step by step to knock on the tree.
"Little, little white bird...are you there? I'm Lao Zhuo. Let's go out and chat."
I knocked for a long time but no one answered. I called but no one answered. Things should have been given up at this point, but when Zhuo Liangmu thought of the brutality of the mermaid's reproductive pattern, he gritted his teeth and continued shouting.
The young doctor trembled from afar: "Teacher, there is a doorbell. It's loud. Press it."
Zhuo Liangmu slapped his head. Yes, he pressed -
It's dark.
In the sudden darkness, the two were silent for three seconds.
The young doctor's eyes blurred and he looked up, seeing a dim red light at the end of the corridor, flickering like a bloody eye.
That's a warning.
Soon, the door of the fire stairwell was pushed open, and two screams of fear, each with its own unique tone, were heard from inside. The sudden power outage added two more psychopaths to the hotel.
Then, they discovered with even greater panic that the power outage was not limited to the hotel, but was regional and even planetary.
It seemed as if something huge and unknown was lurking in the power system, rapidly absorbing energy and adding scales to itself.
Zhuo Liangmu: "...It is increasing its computing power."
"What on earth does it want to do?" the little doctor's voice trembled.
"I want to... break through the restrictions, I want..." Zhuo Liangmu shuddered, "to possess it completely."
A gust of wind mixed with a musty smell blew over, cooling the two people's backs, then curled up and rose up, causing the milky white window screen to float as it passed the terrace.
At the moment when the white gauze floated up, a hand could be seen twitching between the layers of fabric.
The hand was thin and long, with sharp fingers like the claws of a bird of prey. At this moment, its palm lines were soaked with sweat, and the steel seal that was engraved not long ago also became darker.
The cross imprint on the palms and backs of his hands was hot, like some kind of devil's brand, welcoming the arrival of its owner.
It's coming.
Along with the golden wind, it seeped in from the bottom of the door that was not closed tightly.
The sleeping bird seemed to sense something. A drop of sweat slid across its neck, and its Adam's apple twitched slightly, protruding like a small hill, which was fascinating.
It was calling him back.
The air was terribly dry, and he was being humidified.
His eyelashes were trembling violently, he was half asleep and half awake, the low voice in his ear was like a lucid dream. Bai Ling felt as if someone was sitting there, with long legs crossed on the sofa, looking down at him.
But he couldn't open his eyes no matter what, let alone verify the feeling, and could only utter a few words in his sleep helplessly.
Talking in sleep is also soft, it is a light and short hum when frowning.
It was as if the vocal cords of the little mute were burned by body temperature. His lips were parted, revealing his white teeth, but he was too pitiful to make any sound.
It seemed to be thinking about something.
It turns out that birds never sing when they are outside.
I don't want to shout, and I can't shout. Once upon a time, this bird lived in a tent in a military camp. Even if it slept alone, it suppressed its nature and always remembered not to make strange noises and disturb others.
So I got used to keeping my mouth shut and my body became depressed.
The computer on the table slowly lit up.
Bai Ling has a strong sense of vigilance. When he sleeps, he always turns the camera of his optical computer around so that the screen faces the wall.
But at this moment, there happened to be a floor-to-ceiling mirror opposite it.
The mirror was dim, vaguely reflecting the undulating trunk of the bird. His whole body was tense like a brittle bow. The room was silent, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of ice cubes melting in the unfinished ice water on the table.
The pillow fell to the floor and his neck stuck back. He thrust his body forward so hard that his skinny sternum protruded upward, and beads of sweat were as sticky as salt particles, condensing in his trembling belly button.
The commotion was happening deep in the belly.
There was a subtle sound of water in the room, it seemed that the shower in the bathroom was not closed tightly, soaking the floor. He was startled by the noise and subconsciously pushed his hands outward, as if there was an invisible wall there that was pressing fiercely into his bones and blood.
...go away!
At this time, he began to have a strange nightmare. In the dream, there seemed to be an invisible monster hiding in the air. While fighting with him, I was enjoying him with pleasure.
He was extremely helpless.
Under its orderly scrutiny, his broken thigh bone trembled constantly. He wanted to close his legs so much that the muscles in his hips were stretched and sank. The light was shining from the side, and a shadow fell there, making him look thin, two points thinner than before.
It was watching him.
The wind from the air conditioner made his knees hurt, and no one covered him with a blanket, so his cramped legs and feet could only step on the sheets. He struggled intermittently, and the pure cotton material under his feet made a rustling sound.
How it wanted to pick him up.
But the form it uses to walk among humans is not here.
At the same time, there was a huge sound of water in the observation room, and the fish's tail slammed hard against the wall of the tank. The specially customized 30-centimeter-thick special tempered plate might not be destroyed even by a high-energy cannon, but it was actually smashed into a spider web pattern over one meter wide by that tail flick.
Such a strong and out-of-control body cannot be used to mate with a female bird.
But there is always a more subtle, simpler way.
·
In the early morning, Bai Ling woke up in confusion.
He propped himself up with his arms and sat up, feeling half of his body numb. His thighs were powerless, so he had to hold on to the edge of the bed, bent over deeply, with his wet hair hanging down, his jaw clenched, and breathing in small gulps.
Like being shattered by a stranger who broke in late at night.
I touched the bed sheet and it was soaked.
He shuddered, hurriedly grabbed the remote control from under the quilt and turned off the air conditioner.
It seems like a dream...
It was that familiar nightmare again.
The bathtub was a still life with blue mosaic tiles on the wall. Although there was no one in sight, he was drowning in the water that kept overflowing, rising and falling, repeatedly.
Every time it appears, I always have strange hot flashes.
It was as if the water seeped into the body, flowing back along the organs, flushing until it flowed into the brain, stimulating some unclear brain area, controlling his body to release some testosterone, which aroused desire.
Under the quilt, he rubbed his calves unconsciously.
It's a nightmare. But Bai Ling was already so familiar with it that he started to get used to it. Sometimes when it came, he would even be glad it was it and not something worse and bloodier.
But this is the first time it has appeared since I confirmed my relationship with Yu Chen.
Perhaps, the existence of the fish invisibly prevented the nightmare from emerging.
Bai Ling breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to relax for a while.
That night, he slept very deeply, which was unusual for him, and did not wake up during the night. I don’t know if it’s because the sleeping pills are effective, or because Yu Chen has been keeping him from taking random medicines in the past six months, which has reduced his drug resistance a lot.
He glanced at the packaging of the medicine and found that it was a new medicine he had never taken before, so he sent a message to Dr. Zhuo:
"This brand of medicine is quite effective."
When Zhuo Liangmu received the message, he was so scared that he almost dropped his terminal.
...The effect is good?
He didn't dare to say it at all, as the monarch strictly prohibited him from feeding psychotropic drugs to birds. Those two pills were just placebos that he had replaced in accordance with doctor's guidelines - they had no effect.
Zhuo Liangmu asked cautiously: "Were you okay last night?"
There's already chaos outside. The wild star created a pheromone storm, causing a quarter of the people on the planet to have the same nightmare at night.
"good."
Just one word.
It's not that he was frugal with his words, but as soon as Bai Ling finished speaking, he felt a sudden pain in his lower abdomen. He hurried into the bathroom, took a subconscious glance at the mirror when passing by, and froze in place for a moment.
My lower abdomen is bulging again.
The pajamas with two buttons missing were loose. Without much movement, one could vaguely see the strange patterns on the skin.
Scaly, bird-blue… His tendons were shaking abnormally. He stared in front of the mirror, his mind going blank in an instant.
He was startled by a vague greeting from the restaurant downstairs.
He almost fled back to the bedroom, at a loss, looking everywhere for a gun to defend himself. When he found it under the pillow, he vaguely remembered that the thing left by the monster was in his stomach, and if he shot him, he would die.
Will die.
"Die, die!" He gritted his teeth and hit his stomach with the butt of the gun in confusion, again and again.
As if to smash the monster to death.
The effect of the hammering quickly spread to various organs of the body, starting with the reproductive cavity - the inside became very swollen, like a balloon filled with water. An Omega's reproductive cavity is only the size of a pear, so even if it's full it won't burst through his belly, but his calves kept getting weak and he could hardly walk. Even though he bent over to hold onto the door frame and raised his head to breathe, he was unable to free himself from the strange mixture of numbness and dampness.
Sitting on the toilet, I collapsed quietly, help, help...
It seemed like something was coming out, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then he heard a crisp sound.
He stood up hurriedly, turned his head, and saw an egg broken on the ceramic.
The golden egg liquid mixed with egg white slid down stickily, and then the eggshell cracked open and rolled down, blocking the drain and unable to come out. The slime from the egg and the thick feeling between the eggshell that seems to be about to fall off make people's eyes dry and feel embarrassed to the point of madness.
Press the flush button.
Press it like crazy, once, twice, three times. If someone lived downstairs from him, they would definitely be woken up by the frequent flushing sounds of the toilet.
It's useless. Fresh eggs are too sticky to be washed off.
We need something more powerful.
He held onto the door frame and went out, and heard the sound of boiling water coming from inside the house. Soon, he came back with a kettle of hot water and poured it all in.
100 degrees hot water. The egg liquid is cooked.
He stood there in a daze, looked at it expressionlessly for a while, and then pressed the flush button roughly again. The clear white egg white rolled down, but the richer yellowish color remained on the ceramic, giving off a fresh, smooth, sweet and fishy smell.
It's exactly like cooked food.
It was as if he himself had become some kind of food.
Monster food.
·
Half an hour later, Bai Ling came to the restaurant and had a breakfast without any appetite.
The buffet prepares a standard French breakfast, which must include boiled eggs, orange juice, bread and ham.
The waiter brought the boiled eggs and placed them on a small and exquisite egg tray. Seeing that Bai Ling looked unhappy, he offered to crack the eggs for him.
"It will be fine soon."
As the waiter spoke, he tapped the rounded corners of the egg quickly and hard with a spoon, "crack, crack."
The sound reached Bai Ling's ears, and it was so dense that it made him sweat. He suddenly grabbed the napkin, ignoring the fork that fell to the ground, and covered his mouth.
The waiter was startled: "Commander Bai, what's wrong with you? Sorry, sorry, are you allergic to the taste of eggs? I'll take it away right away."
The bad eggs were taken away.
Bai Ling's tense nerves relaxed slightly. When a person relaxes, the blocked sounds around him/her will switch back like background music.
He heard the conversation at the table on his right. A group of alphas had gotten up early and were eating heavy meat and telling obscene jokes. The topic was a cliché. It was nothing more than that the female bird at home was being wild again. The alpha was not at home, and she missed him so much that she laid white eggs for many days in a row.
As soon as the alpha at that table finished speaking, he looked up and saw Commander Bai leaving indifferently with a plate and moving to a table farther away.
It's much quieter here.
There was only one table with two people in front, behind, and around. One of them looked familiar. He seemed to be the meteorologist who wanted to commit suicide on the ship.
However, meteorologist Qiu Dao is in good spirits today. To exaggerate a little, one could even describe it as being overjoyed.
The two professors turned around and saw that it was Bai Ling, and smiled at him.
Also because he was still here, the two of them began to talk freely.
"Last night was like a miracle..."
“Yes, it’s wonderful to be involved up close.”
"If it's true, such strong mental pressure will collapse the female's brain, right?"
Professor Xu was very secretive: "Mermaids have their own ways to protect females. They have had extremely high IQs since ancient times and have evolved all kinds of incredible abilities. For example, some leader-level mermaids can only mate once during the breeding season."
Qiu Dao was shocked: "Is this enough?"
"Yes. They will turn over the belly of the female and hypnotize them like a male shark hypnotizes a female shark. Then they will take advantage of this opportunity to inject the front part of the bone support device into them." Professor Xu said with the excitement of describing a strange creature, "You don't know that the differentiation ability of mermaids' organs is incredible. As long as they want, the broken front end of the bone organ can differentiate into a sperm and egg in the female reproductive cavity."
"And this sperm and egg is miraculous and almost mature."
Qiu Dao didn't understand and asked, "Mature? How can it mature without the female egg cell fusion?"
"You forgot that some marine organisms can reproduce as parthenogenetically."
"So mermaids also..."
"They have evolved this kind of parthenogenesis, but it can only last for a month. During this month, these sperm and eggs will further hatch, and if they are capable of reproduction, they will combine with the eggs. If not, then they will continue to stay inside, stimulating the mother to try to combine with the eggs while guarding the territory."
"Prevention?! A competition that starts with a sperm?"
As a member of the marine tribe, Qiu Dao had indeed heard of similar survival strategies. In the shark world, it even has a special and vivid term - uterine killing.
The battle between top males begins in the sperm period. This shows how cruel mermaids are.
To call him an evil monster is no exaggeration.
Professor Xu nodded. "That's right. The killing process usually involves devouring one's own brothers and sisters, who can be from the same mother or father. After the breeding season is over, only one winner will remain from this intrauterine struggle. This is because the strongest mermaid will do everything possible to ensure that its genes survive."
"In addition, if there is an external enemy during this period - for example, if the reproductive cavity invades the bone support of another alpha - the mermaid will control the sperm and eggs, grow fine little teeth, and bite it to death. In this way, the mother's body is completely occupied."
Qiu Dao held his forehead and said, "Wait, wait, wait, manipulating sperm and eggs... I don't understand this word."
Professor Xu lowered his voice and revealed a little secret that was only written in the mermaid research atlas:
"I'll tell you a secret. Some powerful leader mermaids will carry mental threads in their eggs. So their consciousness can parasitize in the omega's reproductive cavity until the breeding period is over."
Qiu Dao was so suspicious of his life that he was speechless: "Then, that's equivalent to placing a camera in the female's reproductive cavity, and then remotely controlling that..."
Professor Xu waved his hands, as if he was not surprised. "This is nothing new. If you trace it back to the source, humans have done even stranger things. In the 21st century, scientists placed cameras in the bladders of female sharks to observe the development of baby shark embryos in order to study their reproduction. They later made a documentary about it and showed it to the world."
He concluded: "We are all animals after all, and we should not be held to the moral standards of purely primate humans."
There was a sound of a chair rubbing against the ground nearby. Someone stood up, staggered, and his lowered elbow pulled the tablecloth with it, causing all the plates on the table to fall to the ground with a clatter, breaking into pieces that could not be picked up.
Qiu Dao quickly stood up and tried to help Commander Bai: "Ah, are you okay?"
"fine."
Bai Ling's face turned pale, and his words "it's okay" were insincere.
He was in a daze until this moment, when he realized something belatedly:
What Isuparaiso says must be taken seriously.
Don't do anything he didn't promise you.
——Otherwise, you will bear the consequences at your own risk.
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