Chapter 196
The soft cerebral cortex was surging, and after Lu Jiamu jumped down, he felt like he had jumped onto a trampoline, bouncing back and forth twice before sinking into the folds.
He jumped down on purpose, and the difference between him and those who were forced to squeeze in was quite obvious.
After witnessing his action, someone on the skywalk immediately asked loudly and impatiently: "What are you doing? Don't make trouble at this time! No one can control you now!"
The diary also saw his movements, and the Adhesive Ghost immediately began to eagerly chase after him, but in the eyes of the residents of the Black Tower, this ghost wanted to harm the monsters they raised, so they counterattacked even more frantically.
The ghosts began to whisper again, saying that they would let them go as long as they caught Lu Jiamu.
But although the residents of the Black Tower have always been cruel, they are very sensitive to the differences between their own kind and those of others, and it is difficult for them to take ghost stories seriously at the moment.
Lu Jiamu raised an innocent smile, indicating that he was fine, and began to prepare to attract fire.
He stood up and took two steps, one deep and one shallow, to move away from the other people who had fallen. Then he suddenly squatted down and tentatively poked the Anemia Blade into the monster's brain and stirred it.
This monster was soft but still had some toughness. I could only poke it a little, but it was enough to hurt it. The area where the brain monster was poked breathed more frequently and flashed a few times, and then a little yellowish sticky liquid flowed out of the surface.
Lu Jiamu poked it several times, and the epidermis began to bleed, and the blood stained the sticky liquid red, as if there was a local cerebral congestion. The brain monster seemed to feel uncomfortable, and it moved up and down faster and more vigorously.
In front of such a huge monster that occupies an entire floor, a few small knife wounds may cause it to feel stinging and discomfort, and make it bleed, but it will not take its life immediately.
However, this abnormality still attracted the attention of the native residents who were always paying attention to its situation, and they soon noticed Lu Jiamu's actions.
Everyone was stunned.
Because in their perception, this containment is the last hope for survival in the entire doomsday world, and is the common interest of all the living people. Everyone is rushing to get on this train and escape from this world. This is a consensus, and absolutely no one would want to harm it.
In fact, because the research institute has been the only base that has remained standing, no one has even seen anyone who wants to take away the object.
But now, Lu Jiamu's actions could not be justified except that he was attacking the containment object. Although it was hard to imagine, he was attacking it.
There was a burst of curses behind Lu Jiamu, and someone shouted in pain, "Stop it!"
It was obvious that Lu Jiamu poking this brain-shaped containment object made them feel more uncomfortable than poking their own brains.
Someone on the corridor had already raised a gun and aimed at Lu Jiamu, ready to shoot him to death as a psychopath.
But Lu Jiamu didn't pay attention to the situation behind him. The bullet passed through the air and didn't hit him, but it hit the unconscious and blind containment, and a small amount of blood spurted out on the cerebral cortex in an instant.
"Grass!"
The man who fired the gun had his blood pressure spiked instantly, and he immediately jumped down from the corridor, ready to kill him with his own hands.
Looking back and seeing someone chasing him, Lu Jiamu immediately started running, squatting down and poking a few times from time to time to create more bleeding points.
The object felt a stinging sensation, and the injured area began to heave.
But it had no eyes and could not see clearly. The arc created every time it rose and fell was like a slide for Lu Jiamu, helping him to slide away quickly, but it was like a small hill-like obstacle for the people chasing him from behind.
Lu Jiamu quickly discovered this pattern and used it as a self-service ski machine. He found a good angle and poked, slid and ran at the same time, actually leaving the pursuers further and further behind.
The people who were forced to be squeezed down before also noticed the situation here, and also ran on the containment with one foot deep and one foot shallow, struggling to heal the wounds caused by Lu Jiamu, for fear that the containment would lose too much blood and die directly.
Lu Jiamu had already run to a long and thin pipe that passed through the container. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he began to chop and cut at the seams of the pipe, trying to see what was inside.
Seeing his action from a distance, someone began to shout: "I advise you not to do this!"
Many little ghosts had crawled out from the elevator shaft and wanted to jump down the corridor to catch Lu Jiamu, but they were desperately stopped by the natives of the Black Tower.
The situation that Yu Leng saw was that Lu Jiamu was causing trouble and had successfully attracted all the firepower.
The ghosts wanted to catch him but were stopped by the residents of the Black Tower. The two sides were fighting and the residents of the Black Tower had no time to care about anything else. The only few people who had time to spare were healing the wounds caused by Lu Jiamu while trying to catch up with Lu Jiamu and stop him.
Lu Jiamu’s dodging and escaping skills were maxed out, so he wouldn’t die in a short while.
The undulating containment objects were at a loss, just spasming in pain, unaware that they were being toyed with, and every time they were poked they bounced high up, like they were playing a trampoline game, making it more difficult for the residents of the Black Tower to catch up.
Now all the stolen equipment was left with Yu Leng. Seeing that the time had come, Yu Leng put the small items into his pocket, and then quietly pushed the rest down when no one was paying attention, and then quietly jumped down himself.
He does not have the same ability as Lu Jiamu. He will die if he is hit. He cannot be as arrogant as Lu Jiamu and poke the containment crazily.
But when Lu Jiamu was observing the pipeline just now, he had already discussed with him the direction where the pipelines gathered. Yu Leng picked up a few special items with explosive effects and began to move forward in the opposite direction of Lu Jiamu, running towards the place where the pipelines gathered.
There was chaos everywhere, and others thought he was a poor kid who was accidentally squeezed down and was trying to find a place to climb up again, so they still didn't pay much attention to him.
The consensus between the two of them at this moment was to destroy this containment facility at all costs and let everyone here rot on the spot.
Yu Leng stumbled to the pipeline assembly location at the corner and directly blew up a main pipeline.
The pipe burst and immediately made a sizzling sound like something cooked in a pressure cooker, but no vitamins such as nutrient solution flowed out as the two had expected.
A sweet yet pungent smell suddenly spread in the air, as if extending its tentacles to pull everyone present into a dark and sweet slumber and sink together.
The two researchers closest to the scene were caught off guard and sprayed in the face with the air. They fainted on the spot after smelling the odor.
After a moment of daze, Yu Leng suddenly realized that something was wrong. He immediately held his breath and tried to move away from the location where the pipe was broken.
Unlike what the two had guessed before, the residents of the Black Tower might not simply be feeding the containment like worker ants, but were trying to appease, control, and contain it. The tranquilizer was transported in the pipe.
This containment is not as docile and well-behaved as it currently appears.
The ghost over there hasn't been defeated and Lu Lu Jiamu hasn't been caught yet, and here another crisis has arisen. It is beyond the expectations of all the residents that there are still people of the same kind who are destroying the common interests of mankind.
Seeing this scene, a voice suddenly began to communicate briefly with the Diary Ghost remotely, and quickly reached a consensus.
The managers of the Black Tower seemed to have no choice but to believe that as long as the ghosts could capture whoever they wanted, they could coexist with them.
As long as they can still leave this world, taking a few ghosts with them would only be a slight flaw.
The broadcast began again, issuing a new high-priority directive to all residents: catch the troublemakers and restore all damage.
The residents of the Black Tower, who were originally charging forward and fighting with the ghosts, immediately stopped and retreated, creating a clear dividing line between themselves and the ghosts, and then looked down.
The ghosts have now kept some kind of promise. Seeing that the residents have given in, they no longer insist on killing people, but instead jump down from the sky corridor.
Lu Jiamu saw densely packed dark ghost shadows falling from a great height like flowers scattered from heaven.
Without anyone to stop it, the diary was picked up by a ghost and jumped down from the corridor.
Its head was dangling there, about to fall off, and its broken body showed a completely different degree of separation from that of a living person. It said to Lu Jiamu like a winner: "Although you have tricked me again, as a friend, I will still give you the honor of standing by my side."
Listening to the words and the tone, Lu Jiamu heard that this honor probably meant that even though there were already many of its ghosts in the venue, it did not want other ghosts to kill him. It wanted to kill him with its own hands to achieve their perfect friendship.
Lu Jiamu stopped running, gave an awkward but polite fake smile, stared at it and said sincerely: "Fang Gu, if you still have a little bit of rationality, maybe you have noticed that I really want to live."
Diary seemed to be stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect him to say such a thing at this time.
Then he shook his head with a bit of joy and began to happily express his views on death: "Don't run away. A short pain is worse than a long pain. What's the point of living to be old and 70? And don't you think life is boring? Let me take you away now, and we can go home together, and you can become a ghost admired by everyone."
Having a physical body and being surrounded by ghosts undoubtedly made it very confident. It began to gesture: "I will be the moon, you will be the stars, and we will be equally great and shining!"
Lu Jiamu didn't say anything, waiting for it to persuade itself.
Lu Jiamu had discovered a long time ago that although the diary never spoke of it, it actually cared very much about how others called it, and it liked to be called by the name it had used during its lifetime.
Essentially, the diary actually has a sense of insecurity. This insecurity may come from the content in the diary that Lu Jiamu has not yet understood, which makes it subconsciously hope that other people or ghosts can recognize its identity.
Lu Jiamu planned to follow Diary's previous routine and try to get close to her to enhance their relationship, see Diary's reaction, and appropriately strengthen Diary's belief that she must kill him personally, so that he could go a step further and dance on the death line.
While Lu Jiamu was still stalling for time by socializing with his diary, Yu Lengcan was carefully observing the situation outside from the folds of the skin of the shelter.
Someone had already rushed over to try to repair the pipe he had blown up, and there was no time to find out which fold he was hiding in. The researchers who had fainted from the smoke were also dragged away.
Yu Leng forced himself to concentrate and exert his abilities, and saw many illusory lines extending from all angles like the tentacles of a jellyfish.
Some of them are native to the Black Tower, but more of them are extended from the brain-shaped monsters.
This containment object is indeed conscious.
In fact, Yu Leng was already very afraid of mental contact with unknown things, especially those whose brain capacity was obviously not on the same level as his own.
Because the last time he had a similar encounter with someone, he saw a very horrifying and incomprehensible scene, which directly cost him his life and caused him to die in agony. Just thinking about it now makes him have a PSTD attack.
The last words Lu Jiamu said before parting with him were "I won't force you to do anything." Maybe he wanted him to have contact with the containment, but he also knew that he had a deep fear of it.
But the more he said these seemingly considerate words, the more he let people know what the other party wanted him to do, as if he would be letting the other party down if he didn't do it. I don't know if this is some kind of rhetoric.
But now it has come to this point, if there is no key progress, they may not survive. It is necessary to take risks.
Yu Leng gritted his teeth and hooked a tentacle extending from the containment.
His mind was immediately pulled into the containment's mind.
Fortunately, the pain of huge amounts of information pouring into the brain did not happen, and its mental world was very peaceful, which made Yu Leng feel a little relieved.
But it doesn't seem to have particularly clear thoughts at the moment. Everything is vague, as if it is in a sweet dream. There are some unreal figures surrounding it, and vague laughter can be heard.
Amidst the bizarre light and darkness, Yu Leng heard the huge monster's confused thoughts:
Go home, go home, go home, go home...
I really want to go home...
I really want to go back to the home I used to live in. I want everything to be better and be the same as before.
Can anyone tell me where home is and how I can go back to the past?
In this vague and swaying state, it was difficult for Yu Leng to figure out what was going on, but they had no time to waste now.
So he took a risk and said loudly: "Your home is gone."
The laughter paused for a moment, as if the object was stimulated by these words and suddenly woke up a little, and the surrounding scene gradually became clear.
It was a bright and modern shopping mall, completely different from the doomsday scene in the real world. Several young girls in business suits surrounded him and chattered, but when his vision gradually cleared, they all ran away laughing.
Only a girl wearing glasses was left sitting there blankly, looking not very smart.
Yu Leng had a hunch that this girl might be the main body of the monster.
He thought again of the world behind Gate No. 5.
The little girl is sleeping soundly.
In the monster's sweet dream, it will dream about its appearance in life. But once the monster wakes up, all the good things will be gone, and the cognition of life and death will be directly reversed at the moment it wakes up.
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