binary dead train

Chapter 352 The evolution machine is full
Bang, bang, bang.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Turing could already hear the heavy breathing as if it was right next to his ears, like a huge and expanding bellows, which shrank sharply at the moment it was about to explode.

He immediately held his breath, reducing the breathing and heartbeat of his whole body to the minimum——

Turing's Hawker's body is the "survival" physiological blueprint, and this ability can be achieved naturally without training.

The lights flickered and dimmed, as if obscured by a body.Accompanied by a loud breathing sound, he saw a viscous saliva dripping down from the opening of the passage, and a huge head completely occupied the auxiliary pipe he was hiding in—

The ferocious and messy sharp buck teeth are stuck on the blood-red gums like javelins stacked randomly. The monster's head is covered with gray bone plates, dotted with the same messy white bone pieces, like mold on fruit. point.Heavy breathing and hot air visible to the naked eye are being ejected from the gaps of those "javelins", accompanied by the strong sound of bubbling in the throat.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg of the monster's mouth.

The mouth was aimed at where Turing was, and the densely packed teeth squeezed towards the side passage, as if wanting to look inside.

Bang!
Turing's airplane ears trembled suddenly.

The huge monster turned its head in an instant, every movement of it covered the tunnel lights, heavy and high-frequency footsteps came from under the graceful light and shadow, followed by a harsh sound of metal creaking and moaning, and the sound of snorting and twitching .

It's identifying pheromones.This thought jumped out of Turing's mind.

Turing, who was shrunk in the side passage, was like a transparent stone sculpture. The pair of animal pupils turned and locked onto the glowing sign outside.

The angle he chose was far enough from the secret door he had set up, and he wanted to escape quickly enough, and he could see the count outside. At this time, just one minute had passed, but Turing had already heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time I'm also a little happy in my heart--

Because he knew who this predatory beast from outside was.

Sharp buck teeth, a head made of a whole bone plate, although only the tip of the iceberg has been seen, Turing is enough to confirm his identity through the intelligence of the Iliad:

Screecher Green.

Physiological grade gamma, 10.4 meters tall, physiological state "flat ridge", extremely developed hearing, abnormal sensitivity to vibration, developed sense of smell, and extremely degraded visual organs.

Animals in the real world have multiple subdivisions such as "classes", "orders" and "phylums", but in this world, synthetic animals are only divided into two major categories-"Placidoria" and "Orthorax".

The former is a quadruped-like synthetic beast with the body of Turing's Hawker, while the latter is a humanoid synthetic beast like Mazan and Hope, who tend to walk on two legs.

After judging the identity of the person who came out, Turing relaxed slightly.

Just at this moment, a mournful hiss erupted from his ear, almost knocking him out of consciousness on the spot——

The steel burst and the sound was harsh.This shrill hiss erupted for a moment, then disappeared in a strange sound of crushing and deformation of gold and iron and the sound of tearing, followed by a muffled curse, and an increasingly shrill roar with a messy sound. The voice gradually faded away.

It seems that the pheromone has lured the screamer away.

Turing's head under the optical cover drilled out of the passage, and after looking around, he mobilized the drone that was on standby in sync with him just now, and walked away quickly to the right.

The plan went smoothly. Although the sense of oppression brought by the predatory beast due to its huge size is still fresh in his memory, the overall situation is still safe. He now needs to find a safe place to observe the situation through the drone. Get more intelligence.

Turtle up.

But it was the weird countdown that caught Turing's throat.

Since the map information is completely different from that given by Remington, Turing now has no idea what will happen in the "hunt" after 3 minutes - there are less than 2 minutes left.

So he can only rely on his own considerations to choose a place that is safe enough——

There are plenty of escape routes and a large number of auxiliary channels.

Great views, not corners.

Able to see time clearly.

Stay away from other people.

In such a place, the three drones he released have already been found, very close to his current position, Turing slightly concealed his footsteps, and under the sound of distant heavy footsteps in his ears, he searched for it before he got in. Good hiding place.

"Very good, everything is going well. Some comprehensive factors in this space are not bad. It is different from the situation where two steps on the ring are no different from tanks bombing the street. The sound is very small. But the walking sound of these 'predators' It cannot be concealed... There are three in total, coming from three directions, and one is very far away... Connect it to the drone to see."

The drone controlling the surroundings of the secret room went in the direction of the sound, and Turing, who had just connected to it, only saw a big foot stepping towards him——

Grass! !

Suddenly opened his eyes, Turing shook his head slightly, ready to switch to the next drone, and then only heard a loud noise from the whole space, and the second drone lost its sense.

Turing made the third stand back quickly.

"The senses of the plundering beasts are very keen... It seems that we can only fish in troubled waters to collect information while fighting, but it is difficult to obtain accurate and real actual combat data by relying on this gang of crooked melons... We have to think of another way , but we have to wait for this 'hunting' time to pass first."

Turing's gaze refocused on the countdown outside.

There is still the last half minute left.

After releasing the last remaining drone and confirming that there is no problem with his position at the moment, Turing spit out the wreckage he had collected before, quickly assembled and forged it, and let the drones block up several other auxiliary pipelines around it. , to forge the natural state of the synthetic map, and at the same time block the current hole, leaving only a hole for observation.

Finally, Turing retracted the drone and quietly watched the countdown count down to zero.

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"Beep-"

Harsh sirens sounded from all directions, and a large number of lights instantly brightened and changed color, illuminating the entire tunnel space red.Along with the ear-piercing siren and Turing's miniature pupils, a holographic map ejected, replacing the original position of the timing board:

It was a light red flat grid map, on which a map of criss-crossing pipelines was clearly displayed. This area was much larger than Turing imagined.

But it wasn't this that made his scalp tingle, but the map, marked with a large number of moving red dots—three huge bright red highlighted dots, and seven small white dots.

What this means is self-evident.

One person has already been eliminated from the rations, and every dot flying on the map is moving at a different speed. The only one that is as stable as an old dog and is extremely conspicuous is only one——

It's him!

When the information was processed in his brain, he saw the huge red dot at the farthest point on the map suddenly stop moving, and then rushed towards his position at the fastest speed on the entire map!

A strong sense of crisis pierced into his cerebral cortex, and Turing instantly tore the entire pipeline, and the moment his limbs touched the bottom, he ejected suddenly, and fled in the passage at an extremely fast speed.At the same time, his back opened with the sound of howling wind. The previously retracted drone left his hind legs, stretched its spider legs and crawled to the back of the light bar. It was a life evolution machine. Five lights are on, and five are black.

Turing directly controls the drone to screw it full.

(End of this chapter)