Ancient Invasion [End Times]

No.70 three days after the invasion

The entire corridor was instantly plunged into darkness.

Cheng Sheng suddenly grabbed the armrest, and he heard something passing by his ear.

But at the same time, he also heard the voices of other people - Du Nanrong was thinking in his heart that I am not afraid, I am not afraid, Lin Qian was talking about the routine that every light must go out...

The sound was so chaotic that Cheng Sheng didn't catch it immediately.

In the next second, several beams of light shone into the depths of the tunnel.

In Zhang Hongfei's team, everyone's helmets are equipped with lighting equipment to prepare for entering an environment without light.

Light recovery.

Duan Yi and the others originally had such equipment, but they lost it somewhere in the embarrassing escape.

"Is everyone okay?" Zhang Hongfei asked.

"It's okay. Keep going." Lin Qian said after briefly scanning the status of the people behind him.

Duan Yi's eyes paused, and he stopped on Du Jingshu. He suddenly interrupted Lin Qian and Zhang Hongfei: "Wait a minute."

Lin Qian stopped when he heard the words, followed Duan Yi's line of sight, and saw Du Jingshu's face was pale. When he looked carefully, he found that she was shaking abnormally.

"What's wrong?" Du Nanrong noticed something was wrong with Du Jingshu beside him.

The little girl didn't say a word, so that no one noticed that there was anything wrong, it was purely a nervous reaction of entering the tunnel.

With a pale face, Du Jingshu raised his eyes cautiously and suspiciously, looked to the left and right, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you hear someone talking?"

Cheng Sheng looked at Du Jingshu, his eyes darkened.

"What did you hear?" Cheng Sheng asked.

Du Jingshu shook his head: "I can't hear clearly, it seems to be talking about... East Africa?"

"East Africa? East Africa in the Great Rift Valley?" Lin Qian was stunned.

Du Jingshu nodded, it sounded like it, otherwise she would not have thought of other "East Africa".

Zhang Hongfei frowned: "Could it be that I heard the wind wrong? Being too nervous leads to auditory hallucinations?"

Luo Xiaonan said in a low voice: "Nan Nan heard it too. There was a man who ran over quickly, yelling..."

Duan Yi's eyes darkened when he heard this, Luo Xiaonan and Du Jingshu both heard the voice, so it wasn't an auditory hallucination.

Cheng Sheng thought about it, East Africa?

He looked at Du Jingshu and said, "Maybe what you heard was Dongfei. The mixture of Dongmianling and Phinagen, referred to as Dongfei mixture, has similar effects to Valium."

"Is it a tranquilizer?" Duan Yi asked.

Cheng Sheng nodded.

It's like looking after the observer who is suspected to be infected, shouting to take Dongfei to inject the infected person.

Zhang Hongfei didn't understand the meaning of their guessing the content of the voice here. He said, "Listen, we are going to move now. The end of the corridor is tens of meters away. If there is any problem, let's go out and talk about it."

The others responded, temporarily forgetting the sound and movement, and moved quickly.

Cheng Sheng frowned and looked into the depths of the corridor, always feeling a little uneasy.

The effective lighting distance of Zhang Hongfei's tactical lights is close to 50 meters, but affected by different environmental factors, this effective distance value is not very meaningful.For example, now, the light that can be seen is only [-] meters in front and back.

The light and shadow swayed, making the figures appear ghostly.

Just as Cheng Sheng wanted to look away, his pupils shrank slightly and the scroll wheel suddenly stopped.

A tall, thin and hunched figure suddenly appeared in front of the team, but obviously, no one in the front of Zhang Hongfei's team reflected this abnormality.

Duan Yi noticed the movement on Cheng Sheng's side, and immediately raised his hand and clenched his fist, signaling the team behind him to stop quietly, and at the same time he warned Zhang Hongfei's team walking ahead.

Zhang Hongfei stopped and turned his head to look at Duan Yi, but the team walking in the front continued to walk forward as if they had not received the order.

As if following someone's orders.

——Anyway, it wasn't Zhang Hongfei's order.

Xu Ying also noticed the problem of the figure in front of her.

Her eyes darkened, and Lin Qian exchanged glances, one with a dagger in hand, the other with a gun for cover, and quickly approached the front of the line.

When Lin Qian and Xu Ying quickly trotted to the front of the line, they realized that at some point, there was a tall, thin man in a white coat right in front of the line.

The white coat on the man's body was stained with dark red blood stains here and there. He was hunched abnormally, and his steps were broken and fast. He held a writing board in his elbow, like a researcher.

Xu Ying and Lin Qian looked at each other, Xu Ying quickly slammed at each other from the side, and when a knee was about to touch the corner of the other's clothes, the man turned around suddenly.

Xu Ying met the man's eyes, and uncontrollably stopped the attack suddenly.

Her eyes widened in horror. The next second, Lin Qian shot the man from behind, two shots in succession, one hit the collarbone and the other hit the head.

Xu Ying didn't seem to have lifted some immobilizing spell until the man in the white coat fell to the ground.

She looked at Lin Qian, Lin Qian frowned, and also looked at her suspiciously: "What happened to you just now?"

The soldiers walking in the front line stopped at the same time.

"...It seems that the body is out of my control." The first soldier walking in the front said.

The man in the white coat suddenly appeared in front of them when the corridor was plunged into darkness.

The moment they turned on the light, they met each other's eyes.

"We were about to speak to warn the team, but at the same time we found that we could neither speak nor control our bodies," the soldier said.

Obviously still have a very clear sense of self-awareness, but can't control my body, and watch myself make actions that violate self-awareness, this feeling is terrible.

The faces of several soldiers were very pale.

Xu Ying said: "Me too. The moment my eyes meet, I can feel that I have lost control of my body, as if I have been hypnotized."

"Is this the infected person you met before?" Lin Qian asked Zhang Hongfei's team.

"It's not him." One of the soldiers shook his head sullenly.

Lin Qian let out a sigh of relief, great, a newcomer was dealt with, and the big boss was still waiting for them somewhere.

"Can you control people just by making eye contact? Can you do this?" Zhang Hongfei's face was extremely ugly. He and Duan Yi Chengsheng walked to the body of the man in the white coat and asked Cheng Sheng.

Cheng Sheng leaned over and turned him over. It was a familiar face, more or less a colleague he had worked with before.

"This is an authoritative expert in psychology in our institute."

"He advocated that the function of consciousness can be separated, that is, it can be divided into two functions: execution and supervision, and the two functions are connected with each other and work together."

"Hypnosis is equivalent to weakening the supervisory consciousness, strengthening the executive ability, and even breaking and separating the connection between the two consciousness functions, so as to achieve the effect of the hypnotized person unconditionally obeying the hypnotized person's instructions."

Cheng Sheng had several very pleasant academic exchanges with each other before.

He advocates the development of human brain potential, agrees with the other party's point of view, and believes that when the brain's potential development reaches a certain level, it is enough to achieve this step.

Cheng Sheng and the other party have put forward several hypotheses on how to realize the separation of executive and supervisory functions, but they have no conditions to prove it experimentally.

Apparently, now this guy seems to have realized his own vision.

"So... after he was infected, there was a mutation in this aspect of his ability?" Zhang Hongfei barely connected with Dr. Shang's logic, "Is this illogical?"

If you want to do something, what kind of ability can you become after infection, wouldn't the world have to mess up?

Cheng Sheng glanced at him and said, "The infection is just a trigger."

He paused, and rolled up the sleeves on the corpse.

The right arm is clean.

Cheng Sheng rolled up his left hand instead, and saw a pinhole on the inside of his left arm. The bruise around the pinhole has not dissipated, and it has remained until now, which looks really hideous.

"It's not surprising that some people will use themselves as experimental targets when they are desperate." Cheng Sheng said, "If I am infected, I will do like him."

At that time, the probability of infection was almost 100%, and no one was spared.If he was infected, he would rather believe that the experimental injection he developed might work.

Zhang Hongfei was speechless.

Cheng Sheng asked Duan Yi to go through the psychology expert's mind.

Standing beside Zhang Hongfei and his subordinates, they were stunned and even felt like vomiting.

Sure enough, Duan Yi found a small stone core, which was darker than the previous blue one.

Cheng Sheng put it in the sterilization isolation bag.

Duan Yi and his party were frank, as if this was not dug out of human brains. For a while, Zhang Hongfei and his soldiers felt that this was no big deal and not worth being surprised.

The group of them bypassed this episode and continued on their way.

"What is he trying to do by taking us forward? Should we really go forward?" Du Nanrong followed behind the team and couldn't help asking.

Zhang Jiuzhang glanced at him: "We have no extra way to go."

Du Nanrong paused, unable to refute for a while.

Lin Qian heard their conversation, and interjected: "Although I know that the infected person intends to lure us there, this is indeed the same as our target location. We will always go there anyway, and the difference is not big."

Du Nanrong nodded.

He let the saxifrage jump on Du Jingshu's shoulder, and immediately took Du Jingshu and Luo Xiaonan away from the battlefield whenever there was a situation.

Saxifraga accepted the order unwillingly, and lay listlessly on Du Jingshu's shoulder.

A good street bully, being treated as a babysitter by the watering officer, is really a shame.

The next hundred meters went smoothly, and the group quickly walked out of the corridor.

The exit of the corridor is facing the underground parking lot of Building B.

The parking lot was spotless, like a normal weeknight.

——There were no corpses, no bloody palm prints, or puddles of blood here and there.

In the past month, Du Nanrong has almost never seen such a clean scene as in normal life.

"I almost forgot what normal life was like before." Du Nanrong murmured.

Cheng Sheng glanced at the parking lot and understood Du Nanrong's meaning. He pursed his lips slightly and said in a deep voice, "It will recover."

He looked at Du Nanrong, and curled his lips: "Maybe, by then you will get tired of the 'normal life' of three o'clock and one line every day."

Du Nanrong also smiled: "Now I feel that when I was tired of the boring life of three points and one line, I was in the blessing and didn't know the blessing."

He took a deep breath: "If I can recover, I will work hard and water and repot the saxifrage every day."

The saxifrage lay on Du Jingshu's shoulder with a lump of mud, and shook its petals.

——The point is to have soil, chirp!The mud is almost gone QAQ

A group of people found a safe passage, and the door was blocked from the outside by an overturned table.

It took a little effort for them to move the table away.

As soon as the table was moved away, the field of vision opened up.

Outside the safe passage door, it looked like a piece of wasteland.

The glass in the center of the lobby was shattered, and corpses were stuck on several huge pieces of pointed triangular broken glass.

The body didn't move, which meant that the person was just a healthy, ordinary person. Maybe he pushed, fled, crowded, and accidentally fell on the broken glass. It was a pure accidental tragedy.

The desks and chairs in the office cubicle were overturned, and the documents and documents were scattered all over the floor, glued together by blood.

The measuring instruments on the shelves were filled with unfinished chemicals, and the inner laboratories were scorched black, as if they had been burned.

On the pale wall, there were messy bloodstains everywhere, along the handrail of the stairs on the second floor, and hurriedly continued downstairs.

Cheng Sheng looked at the scene in front of him, both familiar and unfamiliar, what kind of colleagues are in which room, and there are always those people in the tea room who like to fish in troubled waters.

He could almost imagine the chaotic scene at that time, the screams, the cries of fear...

It was as if it was projected in his mind, so lifelike.