Twenty minutes later, the sky became brighter and objects in the distance could be seen clearly.

Fu Tianhe finally finished his task. He stood up, brushed the sand off his pants, spread his arms, and stretched hard.

He breathed in the moist morning air and patted his cheeks to cheer himself up.

They still don't know where Matchstick's camp is, so they have to set out early to look for it.

Fu Tianhe went into the tent and prepared to wake the two of them up.

Chen Ci slept very well in the second half of the night, with his hands neatly placed in his sleeping bag and the matchstick leaning against the corner, with a considerable distance between the two of them.

The boy's shaggy hair barely brushed the tip of his eyebrows, and his thick eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow on his face. He huddled inwards, with half of his face covered by the sleeping bag, making him look even more peaceful.

Chen Ci put on earplugs again. Did he wear them during the first two nights of camping? I don't think so. Was he worried that Matchstick would snore? Girls generally don't snore.

Fu Tianhe himself would sometimes snore softly when he was extremely tired. At first he was worried that he would disturb Chen Ci, but judging from the situation in the past two days, he seemed to be doing very well.

Fu Tianhe squatted in the open space between Chen Ci and Matchstick, quietly looking at Chen Ci's sleeping face for a while. When the daylight could shine through the tent, he noticed that Chen Ci frowned slightly.

September seemed to be disturbed by the light. He snorted in dissatisfaction like a child and shrank his body again. He was still in a light sleep, but instinctively reached out to take the eye mask beside him.

Fu Tianhe took the lead and placed his palms loosely over Chen Ci's eyes to block out the light.

The hand groping for the eyepatch stopped halfway.

Chen Ci's wrinkled brows slowly relaxed, his breathing became steady again, and in the darkness created by Fu Tianhe's palm, he slid into a deeper sleep.

It took Fu Tianhe two minutes to realize that he wanted to wake Chen Ci up.

Fu Tianhe hardened his heart and took his hand away. He gently pushed Chen Ci's shoulder through a layer of sleeping bag.

"September?"

"Hmm?" Chen Ci made a vague nasal sound and turned over as if to dodge. When he was shaken by Fu Tianhe for the second time, he finally opened his hazy eyes.

"It's dawn." Fu Tianhe said softly, it's time for us to set off.

Chen Ci became a little more sober. He raised his hand to cover his forehead, squinted his eyes, and slowly adjusted to the morning light.

Fu Tianhe was squatting beside him. The Alpha looked down at him with an exceptionally gentle expression. The faint light cast a hazy mark on his body, and the black pupil on his left seemed to contain something that Chen Ci did not understand.

Chen Ci was still sleepy, but they needed to get up early and get going.

Chen Ci sat up thanks to his strong willpower.

His black hair was disheveled, with a few strands sticking up dishonestly. He had a dazed expression, the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, and the collar had slid all the way down to his shoulders, revealing one of his collarbones and shoulders.

After a night's sleep, his lips were a little dry. Fu Tianhe handed him a cup of water at the right time. Chen Ci took two sips and felt much more sober.

"I'm going to the restroom." Chen Ci used his hands and feet to slowly crawl out of the tent, sat at the door, put on his shoes, and buttoned up his shirt.

Anyone who saw him like this would not associate him with the fierce boy who attacked late at night.

Fu Tianhe watched Chen Ci put on his shoes, stand up and walk away, and the sound of his footsteps gradually disappeared.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the endless tenderness that was spreading in his heart.

Fu Tianhe turned around, gently touched Matchstick's shoulder, and asked her to get up.

When Chen Ci came back, his bad temper had disappeared.

The young man regained his calm and composed look. If Fu Tianhe had not personally called Chen Ci to get up, he would have thought that what he had just seen was just an illusion caused by his possessed mind.

After a quick breakfast, the three of them worked together to fold up the tent and set out to help Matchstick find a campsite.

Fu Tianhe was still thinking about the squid, and happened to be heading in the same direction as Matchstick had indicated, so he arrived at the crime scene first.

Compared to when it left, the squid moved more than ten meters toward the coast, its huge body pressing on the wet shallow beach, but it still failed to reach the water surface.

It was just after the full moon, and the first early tide of cinnabar was at one in the morning, just in time for them to hear the sound and rescue Matchstick.

Now, more than four hours have passed and the tide is about to recede, leaving many small creatures on the shallow beaches.

The squid was still alive; the violent blow from the crowbar that had driven it through had not yet completely taken its life.

For four hours, it moved its ten arms and legs, trying to return to the sea where it could best cultivate its body and rest.

However, Fu Tianhe pierced its digestive tract and liver, and punctured its ink sac. Even though the soft-bodied creature had strong vitality, it could not help but move slowly.

In Fu Tianhe's eyes, the squid's attempt to retreat back into the sea meant that the spare parts he had obtained were about to run away.

He hurried forward with a crowbar, aimed it at the exposed part of the creature, and stabbed it hard.

Blue blood spurted out.

The squid twisted in pain, but could no longer launch any effective attack on the culprit.

Matchstick huddled aside in fear, only daring to watch from a distance.

It was too dark yesterday and she didn't see the true appearance of the creature that attacked her. Now she could see it clearly and she was so scared that she almost trembled.

If not... if not for these two kind-hearted people who were camping nearby and happened to hear her cry, if not for them resolutely lending a helping hand, she would have already rotted in the squid's digestive tract.

Fu Tianhe first poked the base of the two long tentacles a few times to ensure that the squid would not roll up anything else.

He walked around the huge creature and saw the bullet hole in its eye.

The bullet hit the squid's eye accurately and also damaged the olfactory trap below, causing both its vision and sense of smell to fail.

Following the straight trajectory, another bullet hole appeared on the opposite side of the head, but the bleeding had stopped.

Fu Tianhe turned around and looked at Chen Ci in surprise. He knew that Jiu Yue had hit the squirrel yesterday, but he didn't expect that he had directly damaged his eyes.

You know, hitting a small moving target with a pistol from fifteen meters away in the dark is harder than winning the lottery.

Or maybe it's simply impossible to do since there is no vision at all!

Chen Ci's expression was calm, and he didn't seem to find anything strange at all.

This made Fu Tianhe look very surprised.

Fu Tianhe couldn't help but open the terminal and take a picture of the bullet hole.

The squid, which was already dying, was poked a few more times by Fu Tianhe, becoming even more paralyzed.

Chen Ci also came over. Most of the body of the squid was covered with metal parts. No, that was not accurate. It should be said that most of the body was made up of parts. The combination of machinery and flesh formed an unimaginable form of existence.

For thousands of years, biologists have been studying the principles of existence of primitive organisms. Is it the flesh that drives the machinery, or is it the machinery that controls the nerves?

How do muscles and bones grow together with steel?

It is known that primitive organisms would replace parts and equipment like metabolism, so how do they judge whether the parts they use meet the standards?

Too many mysteries remain unsolved.

For many years, humans who have claimed to be superior creatures and masters of all things have finally returned to where they belong. There will always be creatures in this world that are more powerful and more mysterious than them.

It is so mysterious that even all the supercomputers they have built are unable to fully analyze it.

It was the first time that Chen Ci saw primitive life with his own eyes.

He had studied marine science in the White Tower and knew how many miraculous things happened in the ocean. He had seen countless cases in textbooks, but this was the first time he had experienced one in person.

Chen Ci reached out his hand and gently pressed on the squid's trunk.

My fingers touched the cold, hard machinery, and beneath my palms was the wet, slippery skin that kept twitching.

——It hurts. It hurts so much.

The sound flooded into my mind, so unexpectedly.

Chen Ci: !!!

He immediately let go of her hand and took a step back.

Chen Ci looked around vigilantly. Matchstick was still standing timidly aside, not daring to move forward. Fu Tianhe was excitedly disassembling the parts.

There was no one else there except the three of them.

And he actually heard the sound.

Chen Ci frowned slightly and spread his mental power around, but did not find anything unusual.

Finally, he turned his gaze again to the huge creature in front of him.

Could it be that...

Chen Ci tried, he reached out and pressed it again.

——It hurts so much, save me, save me, save me.

The sound reappeared, pricking my nerves.

Rao was as calm as a chronicle, and at this moment, his expression was completely frozen.

Yes, he knew where the sound came from.

This squid... is asking him for help!

The biological tissue in the palm of my hand kept twitching and struggling endlessly in pain.

Chen Ci's eyes moved slightly, but he said nothing. He had to make sure that this was not his illusion.

"Fu Tianhe." Chen Ci called out. Alpha, who was busy dismantling the machine on the other side, raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Give me the crowbar."

Fu Tianhe stood up, raised his hand, and passed the crowbar over the crowbar's body to Chen Ci.

Chen Ci touched the squid with one hand and held the crowbar tightly with the other hand, stabbing it into the squid's trunk.

—Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!

The sound was heard immediately, Chen Ci immediately loosened his grip, and the cry of pain soon stopped.

And then... continue to ask for help.

Even though the clichés are about to hurt it.

Because it has already reached its dead end.

Chen Ci was absolutely certain that it was a signal sent by a squid, and that he could hear this signal that should not be captured by humans.

He took two steps back and looked at the smelly marine life on the beach.

Chen Ci does not feel sympathy. The relationship between humans and primitive creatures is one of mutual hostility and a life-and-death struggle.

What's more, the squid tried to kill Matchstick last night, so it had only itself to blame for the injuries it suffered.

Chen Ci only cares about one thing: why can he hear the "voice" of the squid?

The signal seemed to be transmitted directly into his brain, perhaps some kind of pheromone, or ultrasound?

Is it because of the existence of spiritual power? Has there ever been a case where humans can understand the language of primitive creatures?

Humans have been fighting the primitive creatures for so long, and the military has many Alphas with strong mental powers. If such a thing existed, it would have spread far and wide.

But Chen Ci had never seen the relevant records. Even if the relevant information needed to be blocked, as the Elector of Cinnabar, he had the right to access many files, but he had never seen it.

Is he the first?

If he had not met Chen Nian, exchanged identities with him, and traveled to the abandoned suburbs, he might never have had the chance to truly come into contact with primitive creatures in his life.

Nor would they discover this strange phenomenon.

Only by coming into contact with the squid can he "hear" the sound.

Chen Ci is more inclined to believe that this is a communication on the level of consciousness, which is related to the strength of mental power. So far, no one can match his level of mental power.

This was a discovery that was enough to shock the world, but Chen Ci did not publicize it.

He was tired of hearing the final results only from the researchers.

This time, he wanted to conduct the experiment himself.