Chapter 63: Alienation 2

"What you want, you will end up." Bai Yingting’s finger clicked on the cup with oatmeal. "But first, you have to eat first."
He relied very close to Zhou Qing, and Zhou Qing subconsciously avoided his breath.
Because his breath is very warm and soft, Zhou Qing is afraid that if he touches it, he will want more.
At this time, Wu Yun felt that he was going crazy. At such a long distance, how did he carry two people back?
Ink night, ink night, you must be deliberate! Maybe he is testing that Wu Yun will not throw his brother back!
Wu Yun helped Zhou Yu to get up, grabbed his shoulder and looked at another player: "I will take Zhou Yu back, and come back to you after 50 meters!"
Wu Yun, while carrying Zhou Yu forward, kept looking back at the situation of the player, for fear that he would be attacked by any dangerous creature. In this way, the voice of the helicopter finally came to the sky after nearly an hour of tossing back and forth.
The air that was rolled up when the helicopter landed raised a dust.
Wu Yun blinked and there was a feeling that he was finally saved. What he wants most now is a glass of cold beer.
Back to the base, Zhou Yu and the drowsy team member were sent to the emergency room for separate rescue.
After inspection, Zhou Yu just entered the fainting state because he consumed too much physical strength, and another team member launched a high fever situation.
Song Zhi stood in front of the rescue room and looked at the whole rescue situation with a cold eye.
"You don't have anything to tell me, Wu Yun?"
Wu Yun slammed his mouth and could only say everything that happened in that cave.
He knows that he can't hide any details, because Nibelungen is a special world, and a little secret is likely to cause devastating results.
At this time, the rescued member entered a state of high fever. His body is constantly twitching, his fingers are stiff, and he can't lower his body temperature anyway. His heart is almost as if he wants to jump out of his chest!
"What is the temperature now?"
"Forty four degrees Celsius!"
"Immediately cool down!"
"The body temperature is still rising! The drug has no effect!"
"What the is going on? What should we do?"
"Immediately blood test! He was injured, probably because of a bacterial infection!"
The rescuers were in a hurry, and Wu Yun also clenched his fists.
Don't let him die!
Then, the instrument showed that the player's heart suddenly stopped, and the twitching body stiffened, and everything seemed to be still.
The rescuer tried various methods, from electric shock to injection of adrenaline, and even opened his chest, directly massaged his heart, but could not beat his heart again.
His pulse finally stopped, and his big eyes were a desire for survival.
His rescue is about to become an anatomy and sampling. They must figure out what caused his death.
When the anatomist lifted the scalpel, he found that there were countless red stains under his skin, and when he lifted it up, Wu Yun suddenly widened his eyes and recognized it.
Wu Yun shouted: "He was also alienated by the death of dahlia!"
Song’s brows are even tighter:
What alienation? I heard this for the first time!

Wu Yun replied to him: "Death Dahlia will transform all the swallowed creatures into another way, grow scales, become agile monsters! And obey its instructions!"
Just as the first knife was about to fully open his chest, he suddenly took a hard breath, his body jerked and his chest burst into a smashing cell, and it miraculously healed. He was sitting up and his body was changing rapidly. He screamed in pain, because the scales grew out of his flesh and blood. He squatted on the bed like an animal, his eyes white.
The staff in the rescue room were frightened and fled.
The player suddenly squatted and gnawed up and bit the neck of a female employee closest to him, blood arrogant.
"Oh my God! Help!"
Then other rescuers were attacked.
Wu Yun immediately responded.
He shouted through Song’s collar and shouted: "Quickly let them out! It will take the initiative to attack the creatures close to you! This rescue room is too small, and those rescuers cannot escape its attack range!

Song Zhi retired Wu Yun’s hand coldly:
So, do you think the scope of the entire base is large enough?

Wu Yun froze.
They mourned, struggling to slap the glass wall and praying for Song to open the door of the rescue room. However, Song Zhi has almost no expression, as if the cruel scene in front of him is just a picture in the movie.
Li Qian, who is responsible for monitoring all of this, trembled and asked: "I really can’t help them! Don’t you let them out?

Song Zhi replied: "Do you remember the consequences of the night spirit leaving the laboratory at the previous base? Immediately apply anesthetic gas!"
Li Qian could only close his eyes and clench his lips.
He knows that, rationally, many people must sacrifice a few people to save the majority.
But who can really look at those who have worked with themselves and jokes together to save such a tragic death, but they cannot be saved?
Song Zhi is such a rational and superior person.
The time for the anesthetic gas to take effect is too late.
After a few seconds, some of the rescuers were twisted off their arms, and some of their internal organs were dragged out. The mutant field team had completely lost their sense of being human.
When all the targets had been destroyed by him, it finally quieted down and quietly squatted there as if waiting for something.
The anesthetic gas finally came into effect, it collapsed, and everything was late, and the entire rescue room was like a Shura hell.
At this time, Song Zhicai entered the rescue room.
The lizard blame was frozen and shipped.
Wu Yun can imagine how it will be: either killed by injection of neurotoxins, become the material of anatomical research; or raised like a white mouse.
At that moment, Wu Yun suddenly thought of something and ran out: "Oops! How is Zhou Yu's situation!"
Song Zhi’s look was a glimpse, and he quickly walked out. They came to the rescue room next to them and found Zhou Yu still lying in bed and quietly closing his eyes.
Song Zhi asked: "What is the physical condition of Zhou Yu? Have you checked him?"
The doctor in charge of treating Zhou Yu said: "Mr. Song please rest assured that we have collected blood samples and scans of the whole body. Zhou Yu is in addition to shock caused by a lot of physical exertion. All other signs are normal. No virus infection. There are no signs of parasitism."
Song Zhi looked at Zhou Yu seriously. He went in and lifted his wrist to check his skin. He found that there were no scales on his body, and Song’s tight brow slowly loosened.
Standing next to Wu Yun also exhaled a breath: "Fortunately, I remember that Zhou Yu did not touch the death dahlia!"
"Let's go, don't bother Zhou Yu's rest." Song Zhi returned to indifference.
Wu Yuntonton suddenly knows that he can't help anything anyway.
Before leaving, Song Zhi lowered the voice through the walkie-talkie and said to Zhou Yu’s attending doctor:
I will immediately collect 200 ml of blood from Zhou Yu and send it to the ink night.

"Yes, Mr. Song."
Zhou Yu’s blood slipped into the room of the ink night through a special passage, just falling in the pillow of the ink night.
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The already weak and intoxicating night slowly opened his eyes and turned his face to look at the bag of blood.
His lips twitched, revealing a mocking smile: "Is there any mistakes... Every drop of Zhou Yu's blood is invaluable, and you treat it with such a beautyless way..."
He stood up, because of the weakness and shaking, slowly walked to the shelf of the room, took out a glass, opened the blood bag, and poured it into the cup. His slender fingers crossed the base of the glass, gently swaying the blood and drawing a few beautiful arcs in the cup, then lowered his head to gently smell it, revealing a lonely expression.
"I really miss him... why don't you let him come to me?"
Ink night raised his head and gently sipped, and his face showed a happy expression. It was the temperature of Zhou Yu and the taste of Zhou Yu. Through these blood, he seemed to be able to enter Zhou Yu’s dream. Learn his original and purest ideas.
From a taste to greed, breaks away from the shackles of reason, he wants more and more.
Every night is getting faster and faster, his throat is squirming fast, Zhou Yu’s blood slides into his esophagus and infiltrates every cell in his body... In two seconds, the whole cup of blood is finished by him. It is.
He still clings to the glass and looks up and still looks for traces of Zhou Yu.
"You don't look satisfied."
I don't know when Song Zhi came to the glass wall and looked at the ink night with his arms.
The ink night also turned his face to point at the glass, and slowly came to face him in front of Song Zhi, his expression was lazy and enjoyable.
"You are not me, so you will never realize what Zhou Yu means to me."
"Yes? If Zhou Yu is in front of you, what do you want to do with him? Biting his neck to all his blood?" Song revealed a cold smile.
"Of course I won't all his blood. Because he wants to live long and long... Only then can I see the world he sees, experience the time he has experienced, before I swallow my last breath, Zhou Yu must look at me, this is what I want, of course, if he is standing in front of me now, I will kiss him, hug him, tighten his bones, let him hurt because of me, I want him deep I feel my existence deeply. His heart will beat because of me, his mind will be uncontrollable because of me, he will belong to me completely, you know how it feels... Song Zhi."
Ink night laughed, it was a near-perfect smile like a masterpiece of God. Even if the coldness is like Song, there seems to be something in the bottom of my heart that is about to break free and go to the eyes of the ink night.
Song Zhi knew very well that this glass wall could not really trap the ink night even in all the equipment that blocked the nerve impulses. He was the darling of the world, and he stood above them.
"It seems that Zhou Yu has become your prey. In order to protect Zhou Yu, I think I still don't want you to meet again."
"Song Zhi, some reunion is a kind of desire, you can't stop it. If you can't meet, then it will be meaningless to live. It's like you are walking dead now. Remember the s-level creature? You are trained by one, trust. You, who regards you as the center of the world."
Song Zhi's cold eyes seemed to be burning at that moment: "Have you seen him? Or because you are all the same species, so are they related to each other? Do you know where he is? If you know the most Ok, tell me now, if you tell me, I will..."
"What will you do? Let me leave Zhou Yu with this?"
Ink night smiled over his face, his smile was very special, very beautiful, as if he was always licking the deepest nerve, the most slender one.
"You want to find him, not to kill him, but to protect him."
"Protect him? Are you kidding? I have never heard of s-class creatures needing human protection." Song Zhi’s lips are mocking smiles, but his eyes are extremely cold.
"He also stood in a position similar to me, just like I looked at you like Zhou Yu. You know better than anyone else that humans are chasing interests. You see through it all, so you teach him like this over and over. Just as Juli Group tells everyone how terrible s-class creatures are, you constantly tell him how greedy humans are. Even if you show him the ugliest things, you are always the most special for him. "Ink night, the Song Dynasty shook the empty cup in his hand, just like seeing through Song Zhi that the heart that had long been emptied."
"Is he still safe?" asked Song.
But the ink night did not answer his question: "In fact, you have always cherished his trust in you and have always missed his hug. I understand the feeling that once you are treated with gentleness around the world, you will become addicted. You hurt him just to let him quit his addiction to you. But you never thought about getting rid of this indulge, because you are determined to break the boat."
"I do not understand what you are saying."
Song Zhi’s expression is even colder.
Ink night smiled indifferently, using his fingers to fiddle with the soft bangs in front of his forehead, the eyes were a bit sloppy.
"In any case, it doesn't matter if you are so awkward again, my Zhou Yu can see his own heart."
Song Zhi also laughed, with a hint of mockery: "Do you think Zhou Yu will accept your existence?"
Ink night turned and went back to his bed, took back the "Zhu Shenghao Collection" and flipped a few pages: "I am sure."
His voice is not big, but there is an inexplicable strength.
When Song Zhi turned and left, the ink night said: "If I were you, I would send someone to bring back the samples of those dead dahlias. You don't want to know? What makes those field players mutate. The mutation can actually work for humans, indicating that it can be integrated with human genes. For example, Dr. Turin, I bet he should belong to Nibelungen now, his genes must be very different from your human beings. ""
"Thank you for reminding me, I will send people. And such variations are equally dangerous for your Nibelungen creatures. Those dead dahlias, even future generations, can't continue, and this happens in other creatures as well. On the body, including your s-class creatures. According to Professor Zhou and Professor Bai, this is probably a virus, and after the virus enters different organisms, it will adapt and achieve different alienation effects. To some extent this is also an evolution."
"You want to say that the creatures that can resist this virus will survive, and those infected by this virus will not be able to reproduce. The survival of the fittest is also the rule of elimination of Nibelungen's nature?"
"Of course, we will now conduct further research to see how many organisms in this world are infected with this virus and wish you good luck!"
"You want to wish him good luck. Maybe before you find him, he has disappeared into the world because of this virus, and you will regret it for life - why not let him stay with you?" Place. Maybe for him, freedom is not important to you at all."
Song Zhi turned and shook his hand: "Leave your words to Zhou Yu."
When Zhou Yu woke up, it was already midnight in the world. He slowly sat up and pulled out the infusion tube on his arm.
He found that Zhou Qing was sitting on his bed and didn't know how long he kept.
This is the first time Zhou Qing has guarded himself. Zhou Qing’s expression was quiet and peaceful. Zhou Yu didn’t want to bother Zhou Qing, so he slowly got up and looked around.
He had no impression of what happened after the ink night entered his own mind to control his body, but as promised by the ink night, he brought him back to success.
I don't know how Wu Yun is doing now?
At the moment when Zhou Yu came back, he stopped. Because my bed is actually lying in the night!
How did the ink night come in? This is impossible! This room is always closed.
The next second, Zhou Yu understands that all this is the illusion that the ink night stays in his mind, and it is the control of his brain by the ink night.
The skin of the ink night is still white, the hair is soft and light, hanging in front of the forehead, elegant and casual. His eyes are as beautiful as colored glass, and even the curvature of the bridge of the nose is just right, all of which inexplicably attract Zhou Yu’s attention.
Zhou Yu sat up for a long time and couldn't speak. Of course, there was nothing to say about a phantom.
I just didn't think that the ink night actually turned sideways, holding one's chin with one hand, looking at Zhou Yu on the back, and said slowly: "How do you feel when you see me?"
His voice is as mellow as the night, with a sense of mystery, attracting Zhou Yu to open the misty veil in front of him, to see the true world under the smile of this young man.
Zhou Yu said with a blank expression: "I don't feel anything."
The ink smiled at night, and he straightened his back and slowly leaned against Zhou Yu.
The closer he leans, Zhou Yu’s breathing seems to be tighter.
This is the first time Zhou Yu has such a feeling. His beautiful eyes are getting closer and closer, Zhou Yu subconsciously wants to retreat, but he finds his back is uncontrollable, and even leans in the direction of the ink night.
"You are moving for me, aren't you?" said the ink night. "In fact, you are not afraid of anything... you are used to protecting others and are used to taking responsibility, but you cannot relax yourself and give yourself to another person."
His breath seems to pass over Zhou Yu's lips. Zhou Yu has an illusion that he is touched by the other side. This kind of touch is very light and soft, and he does not want to be repulsed by Zhou Yu.
Zhou Yu replied: "If you have already seen my thoughts, then don't use words to call me."
The smile of the ink night is more obvious, with a hint of pure temperament.
"How can this be counted? But it is interesting to hear from you that the word 'snap' is spoken in a serious tone. Just understand that... as far as your human brain is concerned, if you think something Beauty is not necessarily such a thing is really beautiful, but because your heart accepts him, he is in line with your aesthetic, and your inner desire."
Zhou Yu looked at the ink night, even if the ink night said Zhou Yu, who did not see other people, Zhou Yu did not mean to avoid. There is nothing to escape in his life, including the s-class creatures in front of him.
The ink night stretched out the neck, and there was a strange expectation between the slightly draped eyes. He turned his face and the ink night at that angle made Zhou Yu subconsciously trace the outline of his facial features.
His lips are slowly leaning against Zhou Yu, the feeling is wonderful, everything in this world becomes less important and even his breathing and heartbeat are removed.
His lips are soft, which makes Zhou Yu think of the ink night or the night spirit often touch his lips. At that time, Zhou Yu thought that he learned from the film, and at this moment he is very convinced that from that time, the ink night has a different meaning for each touch.
He contained Zhou Yu's lower lip, his tongue tipped slowly, looking for something, entangled. The squatting Zhou Yu reacted, and the tip of his tongue slammed out.
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