Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 40 Looking for a Breakthrough
Wilson's gaze remained in midair imperceptibly, and he moved away from that position before the other two noticed the clue.

Unless Zhuo Mu deliberately appeared, ordinary people would not be able to see the light curtain in mid-air at all.Wilson can also communicate with Droam in consciousness.

However, in this weird and secluded environment, everyone's nerves were tense, and he didn't want to expose any abnormalities and cause unnecessary troubles.

He glanced only to confirm the distribution of contamination around them right now.

Zhuom thoughtfully scanned the entire hotel and presented it on a floor plan, marking the distribution of heterogeneous energy in each place with bright colors, clearly showing the abnormal places.

Even a fool can see it clearly.

But there are more situations that Zhuom can't show. On the one hand, the function of the system is limited, and on the other hand, the pollution energy is always interfering with his work.

Wilson said in a calm voice: "Now we'd better stay vigilant. If someone deliberately separates us from the team, then he must be trying to attack us."

"If the monster just now didn't have the amulet on it, then our consequences would be very tragic."

"And we can't sit here now, we must find a breakthrough."

For some reason, this ordinary frail professor has a convincing charm at this time, his light-colored eyes are piercing, with a confident smile, the surrounding darkness seems to be dispelled.

Both Ellis and William couldn't help nodding.

Everyone instinctively gravitates toward the light.

Especially in extremely treacherous and dangerous situations, they urgently need to grab a rope.

"Look for Captain Linden first?" Geologist William asked hesitantly, "They may have encountered the same trouble as us."

"Do not."

Wilson shook his head, staring at the spreading stains on the wall next to him, frowning.

"I think we'd better get out of here first."

"Yes."

Ms. Ellis also raised the revolver in her hand, and pointed the black muzzle at the back of William, in the room he had just escaped from.

Rotting green lumps seeped out from the cracks, and wherever they went, whether it was wooden doors or metal handles, they became rotten and rusty, and the stench attacked innocent humans all the time.

"How many bullets do you have?"

Wilson took a step back quietly and approached the two of them silently.

At the same time, he tried his best to lift his transforming device, and the silver-white light enveloped them, lighting up a corner of this small space.

The rotten shadow flinched in the light, but it continued to grow at a slow speed.

Unless Ellis gave it a shot or Wilson continued to greet it with the transforming device, these abominable things would not easily back down.

Wilson really didn't want to continue to pick up his laptop.

First of all, this is not an offensive weapon, it is just a transformation device!

Who used the transformation device as a weapon?
Even if this notebook is so thick that it can be turned into a meteor hammer with the addition of bumpers and chains, it's still just a notebook!
Besides, that thing is so disgusting, it was already enough to make him choke after he had to smash it once, and he didn't want to pollute it again.

At present, the only thing that can be counted on is the revolver in Ms. Ellis's hand engraved with mysterious runes.

"There were originally six bullets in the magazine, but two were used up just now." Ms. Ellis smiled wryly, "Because the mutation happened so suddenly, I couldn't carry more bullets. The bullets that come with this gun are also Specially made, and I put those bullets in a locked box, and I didn't have time to take them with me."

"great."

Wilson twitched his lips.

He knew that he should not have too much hope in everything, and he had already shouted the word "unlucky" countless times in his heart.

In fact, the world seems to be born at odds with him, no matter what it is, it will always be different from what he expected.

"There are basically mutations in the room behind us." Wilson explained the current situation very quickly, "Every house seems to be pregnant with these rotten shadows. In contrast, the hallway There seemed to be only darkness, and we just had to deal with the monsters overflowing around us."

"The corridor I just came to is no longer dangerous. We can walk along there, leading to the window at the end, and leave the hotel through the window!"

The place he came from was indeed filled with a lot of darkness and decay, but it was all smashed to pieces by his ignorance of martial arts.

"Where's the stairs?"

Alice asked seriously.

"It's not looking good either, more pollution has come up from below."

"What about the rest of the hotel?"

Geologists are also somewhat concerned about the other ordinary people who live here.

"Many people have been swallowed by those shadows!" Alice's tone was very agitated and frustrated, and there was even some imperceptible fear, "I tried to rescue people from other rooms and drag them out, but they were in front of my eyes Rotten into a pool of pus!"

"what?!"

The look of the geologist is not very good-looking either.

"No, there are no ordinary people here." Wilson's voice became unusually calm, "The guests you have seen are most likely disguised by these things!"

As a high-tech artificial intelligence, Zhuom can certainly distinguish the difference between ordinary people and polluted monsters.

On Zhuomu's map, there are only some alien abilities with violent reactions in each room, and there are no ordinary human reactions.

Only here, there are two small green dots representing human beings, and the rest are bright red winks.

Alice was obviously stunned for a moment, not knowing why Wilson was so sure.If it was in other circumstances, she would definitely have to question it, but now is not the time to worry about it.

The two agreed to Wilson's plan, following Wilson's original direction, and prepared to look for the window at the end of the corridor.

Then turn over through the window and leave the hotel.

Wilson walked ahead and opened the way.

At the back was Ms. Ellis holding a revolver. Wilson told the other party not to waste bullets casually.

Four bullets use one less.

Because there is not much fighting power, the geologist can only be sandwiched pitifully between the two, observing back and forth, left and right, always alert to the abnormalities around them.

They just left their original positions, and Wilson glanced at Zhuo Mu's screen subconsciously.

Then, his pupils shrank suddenly.

On their way forward, a huge red spot suddenly appeared.

(End of this chapter)