Quickly wear: I am looking for my owner in the human world

Miraculously, the feeling of the cool breeze was so slight that it could be ignored, but they felt that the pain in their minds instantly dissipated a lot, as if a soft hand was holding the heavy hammer, which seemed slender and easy to break but was unshakable. .

When they slowed down and tried to capture it again, the shadow had already disappeared around the corner, as if it was an illusion.

Wen Lang and the four of them were divided into two groups and went up from the corridors on both sides.They discovered that the closer they got, the more violent the zombie's mental attack became.

And Wen Lang felt a faint sense of anger and warning, like a wild beast whose territory had been violated, shouting at them to stop provoking.

This is different from what they expected.

I originally thought that this zombie sent so many zombies to surround them to kill them.But now it seems that it may not want them to get close to here.

But why?

What is hidden here?

Wen Lang struggled to climb up while enduring the overwhelming pain in his mind. His intuition told him that perhaps by unlocking the secrets here, the questions he had always been worried about would be answered.

When she reached the second landing, Xiao Hong stumbled and fell down, gasping for air, and stretched out her hand to weakly grab Wen Lang's clothes.

"Lang, Brother Lang, don't go up there anymore, you, you are just recovering from your illness, you will, you won't be able to bear it..."

Wen Lang turned a deaf ear and pulled away his hand. His lips were pale and dry, and he said word by word: "Wait here."

Then he continued to climb up using the handrail.

He has received anti-pain training in the organization, including various mental ones. His tolerance threshold is many times higher than that of ordinary people. He has been relying on this to resist the various sequelae after being shot in the head.

But now the zombie may have sensed his strongest intention, so it aimed its artillery fire at him.

When there were only a few steps left from the third floor, cold sweat broke out, and the pain in front of him made the scene in front of him blurry.

Wen Lang fell down and sat there, eyes lowered and breathing rapidly. For a moment, he couldn't tell what night it was.

He was in a trance as if he had returned to the time when he was still in the organization. He was handcuffed on the back, boiled in an eagle, and given electric shocks. He had not received any water for two days and two nights. His whole body was stiff, his heartbeat was stalled, and he was extremely hypoxic. A strange moment appeared in front of him, as if the god of death was reaching out to him. Handed.

Then Wen Tao appeared in front of him.

Like every time before, he was taken to the medical room.

Too many times.

Wen Tao brought him back from the brink of death, like a bloody redemption.

Although he knew that the wound would open again and again, the blood would be soaked in it again, and the fishy smell would always linger, it was the only thing he could grasp at that time, the red flame in the darkness, reminding him that he was still in the world.

So much so that he couldn't figure out why Wen Tao could easily send him to hell.

He thought, his headache getting worse.

Disorganized things filled his mind, bloody, dark, and broken. He was floating in the sharp ruins washed away by the tsunami. He couldn't tell the direction and couldn't catch a marker.

Until a bright, eye-catching orange appeared in the field of vision.

Wen Lang subconsciously stretched out his hand to reach it, but couldn't reach it. Just when his hand was about to fall down, the orange touch approached from a distance.

Steadily, faster and faster, as if it had found a target, it headed straight for him.

Just come for him.

His memory of the attack was once again confused.

This time's look back seems to be even further back, and those dusty childhood images are washed away by the waves and become clearer.

At that time, his father who married into his wife was not yet the ferocious appearance that he later revealed, and his gentle and dignified mother was not yet the strict and rigid Mrs. Wen. Their family would go to the island for vacation together.

"Mom, why are the life jackets orange?"

"Because the color is very bright and beautiful, it can attract the attention of rescuers."

"Then why not use red? You can see red at a glance!"

"That's because blood is also red. Although it attracts attention, it may also attract sharks. Orange is different and can scare away sharks."

It turned out to be the case.

When he touched the warm velvet orange, Wen Lang thought half-heartedly that a life that was too bleak needed a little light.

Just don't be too dazzling, don't be too scorching, tearing out the heart and lungs and hurting others and yourself.

Just let him see it.

Just let him hold it.

……

Xuan Wei was glad that she had nothing to do some time ago. She followed Wen Lang on several missions. Sometimes she encountered mutant beasts and controlled them to help kill several waves of zombies. There is still an extra share that she can exchange for some spells at this moment.

However, she helped Wen Lang and Xiao Hong resist, but Sun Lan was in dire straits.The wailing sound coming from the communicator was painful just to listen to it.

Qin Zihui ordered the two of them to go back and join the others, while he came over to meet Wen Lang.

Wen Lang knew that the sudden failure of the mental attack must be related to Xuan Wei, but this cat always gave him surprises, and he had long been used to it.

Although the other three people were confused, this was not the time to pursue this matter. Since they had all come this far, they might as well take the opportunity to go up and explore the truth.

So the four of them went to the fourth floor together.

As soon as they stepped onto the fourth floor stairs, several people's hearts were lifted.

It was much gloomier here than down below. The walls were pale and the corridor lights were probably broken. Only the words "Safe Exit" emitted a faint green light, like the eyes of a hyena staring at them at night, which was very scary.

Walking further inside, the sight before you takes your breath away.

On one side of the corridor is a row of offices, and on the other side are several extremely spacious laboratories. There is no wall between the corridor and the corridor, but a whole side of tempered glass partitions.

At this moment, looking through the glass door closest to them, several human specimens suddenly burst into view. In the dimness, the wrinkled and pale faces and dry and twisted limbs seemed to be coming to life and crawling towards them. They had always been bold. Xiao Hong was startled when she turned around.

"Fuck, it's poisonous! Won't this thing be frightened to death if you walk around here?"

Although the light was very weak, Xuanwei still relied on the cat's excellent eyesight to see the things further inside the laboratory, thinking: Compared with those, these people are still human-like.

Just as he was thinking about it, Qin Zihui raised his hand and put a current on the ceiling lamp. He didn't know how the circuit was connected. In short, all the lights in the corridor and laboratory came on, and all the arrangements inside were visible at a glance.

"..."

"I tm%^*#*......"

"Perverted, so perverted, smell..." Tao, this crazy, perverted bastard!

Xiaohong glanced at the silent Wen Lang beside her and swallowed the last half of the sentence.

Qin Zihui was obviously shocked.

Another team member couldn't help but took a few steps back, turned his face away and resisted the desire to vomit.

Complete human specimens are actually the most normal objects inside.

In addition, various dismembered parts of the human body were soaked in formalin, including men and women, young adults and children, and even...even babies.

The most incredible ones are the half-human, half-animal zombie monsters.

Those whose bodies are covered with gray-brown scales, those with long tails, those with deformed spines, or those with sharp claws and teeth... all kinds of creatures that can no longer be called human beings.

Their eyes were closed and they were restrained by chains in glass cabinets. Their bodies from the neck down were immersed in an unknown blue-green liquid. Tubes of different thicknesses were connected from various parts of the body to precise and cold instruments.

Like a bug tightly bound in a spider's web.

I can only watch helplessly as the ugly spider slowly drains the last drop of nutrients from my body.