The Son of the Cthulhu must be saved [Quick Transmigration]

excruciating pain.

Unbearable pain.

But he couldn't escape by any means, and even death had become a luxury.

"My name! What is my name! You know it! You have never forgotten it!"

The sound echoed in my ears, and the buried, silent memory at the bottom of the sea finally broke through the thick black water.

It is a memory as bright as moonlight.

Accompanying faithfully in the vast snowfield, carefully enlightening the hatred, telling him to "accept your talent", compared to complaining and resisting, being completely engulfed by hatred, learning to unravel yourself, and working hard to change is a better way.

Knowing and accompanying each other in the boundless rainforest taught him language, life, knowledge and love, and built an empty cave into a home for two people.With creativity, imagination, zest for life, and yearning for the future, we weave sociality.

In the stronghold above the wasteland, wandering in the core of the AI ​​program, the journey formed by countless documents, the mind polluted by viruses, entered the corridor full of sculptures, every portrait there is his own so far. The way of death I have experienced so far.

The explorer wandering in the vast sea of ​​stars finally woke up again. The capsule spacecraft crash-landed on the unknown planet. Everything was strange. According to his wishes, the Protoss changed into the appearance that human beings like, and worked hard to get closer.

The meticulous foreman in the old manor handed over lemon tea. The divided soul drifted between reality and dreams, and collapsed because he could not bear the pain of separation. He hugged each other in pain and stared into his scarlet eyes. Shout out "You have to calm down."

The discriminated, whipped, and tortured life benefited from an inadvertent rescue and became his most loyal guard. The aliens drew energy from the moonlight, resisted the pigs, and fought for their future and lives together.

In the end, the two who had known each other in the early years and swore to each other experienced a sudden and long parting.When they reunited again, human beings were rescued by the alien race and carefully protected. The alien race worked hard to remind the human race of his name.

On the brink of death, he remembered.

I remembered everything.

Everything has happened in reality, his vivid memory.

"Sha...Sariel!"

In an instant, the whole world was flooded with dazzling scarlet.

All sounds disappeared, and the last memory returned, and a round moon appeared on the console screen next to the electric torture chair.

Countless memories flooded up like a flood, completely submerging Ruan Mobei.

Time reversed, the lock snapped open, he stood up, was escorted back to the Supreme Court, people walked out of the trial seat backwards, the sun set from the east and the night shrouded him, he returned to the Gestalt, the bullets flew back into the gun chamber, the warden was in After returning to the door in front of him, he reappeared in the closed doorway.

The rewinding stopped, time began to flow again, the flow key had been entered, and Ruan Mobei's hand was hanging in the air, about to press the final confirmation button.

Perhaps the research on Sariel can help human beings break through the limit of lifespan, promote the rapid development of medicine, and enhance human understanding of other life in the universe.

As long as he presses it down, steals the yoke that is the core containment, and helps Sariel escape, it means a complete betrayal of mankind.

He was a soldier who was willing to sacrifice his life for the country and the ethnic group. Those medals and honors reminded him all the time what he was fighting for.

Do you really want to disregard the rules and the collective for your own personal interests?

It's the last moment, there is no way out, why are you still hesitating?

This is not your style.

After a few seconds of fighting between heaven and man, Ruan Mobei's trembling fingertips seemed to be injected with some kind of power, and finally stabilized. He took a deep breath and pressed the OK button.

A heavy door opened in front of him, and he went through three more doors, entering a small room with constant temperature and humidity.

However, on the central platform, there is nothing in the transparent barrier.

how come? !

But the induction in his chest was so clear, as if it was close at hand, Ruan Mobei was sure that the shackle had indeed been placed in it, and he could even feel the residual energy fluctuations.

Where did the "flag" go?

Ruan Mobei frowned, he quickly exited the room and closed the door without thinking too much.

A fatal mistake occurred in the plan, and what he needs to do now is to get out of here as soon as possible.

He quickly turned the corner, and just as he was about to approach the elevator, the door in front of him suddenly opened.

A tall figure in a black suit came out, and walked forward while answering the phone. At this moment, the overly tall and strong figure did not look like a human being, but more like a wild boar walking upright.

Ruan Mobei suddenly stopped in his tracks, he felt an unprecedented strong induction bursting out from his chest, calling for the two to become one and to be restored to integrity.

Yes, the induction comes from... the warden in front!

How could it be there? !

The moment he stopped in shock, the warden seemed to be aware of it. He quickly looked in the direction of Ruan Mobei and stopped talking.

"I have something to do here, let's talk about it later."

The warden hung up the phone and walked slowly towards Ruan Mobei's hiding place step by step. He took out a gun from his waist, opened the safety, and held it flat in front of him, ready to shoot anyone he saw.

Ruan Mobei held his breath, he hid in the darkness, held the gun tightly, and confronted the warden?Because of occupational diseases, every time he sees the warden, he will automatically simulate the scene of the two confronting each other in his mind. Skills, definitely not as good as myself who retired a year ago.

It's just that what he needs to consider is definitely not defeating the opponent, but how to leave here as far as possible without disturbing anyone.

Dodging is the best option.

Ruan Mobei held his breath and focused, minimizing his sense of existence, waiting for the warden to leave with nothing.

However, as if the other party had sensed something, he walked straight and unmistakably towards his hiding place.

One step at a time, the leather shoes seemed to fall on Ruan Mobei's heart, making his expression more dignified.

Yes, he forgot, since he can feel the energy fluctuations on the warden, the warden can also sense him.

Hiding has become impossible.

The moment before the warden stepped into sight, Ruan Mobei rushed out and hit the opponent's lower throat with a hand knife. Before the warden could react, the muzzle of the gun was already between the eyebrows.

The warden was more than a full head taller than Ruan Mobei, and Ruan Mobei raised his arms obliquely upwards. Even in such a dangerous situation, his hands were still very steady.

The warden slowly raised his hands above his head, facing Ruan Mobei's falcon-like eyes and the cold muzzle between his brows, he didn't seem to panic: "Why are you here?"

"The yoke is on you, isn't it?"

Things had developed to such an extent that it was impossible for him to leave quietly and escape unscathed. He had to get a result.

"What shackle?"

The warden frowned and his face sank: "If I remember correctly, you do not have permission to enter the gestalt. If you are not willing to give a reasonable explanation for what you have done, I can arrest you at any time .”

He is lying.

Because the chest was about to pop out, the urge to fuse clearly told Ruan Mobei that the shackle was definitely there, on the warden.

There was the clearest explanation for Sariel's rampage that he barely calmed down by crushing his heart—the warden just outside cell No. 6 aroused the induction between the shackles.

Now Ruan Mobei has two choices, one shot to kill the warden, get the shackles from him, hand them to Sariel before being caught, and run away together.

Or retract the gun, hoping that the other party will pretend not to see anything and let him go back.

A well chosen proposition.

The moment the trigger was pulled, blood and bullets shot out from the hole in the back of the warden's head.

The huge body froze for a few seconds, lost all strength and fell to the ground.

The sound of gunfire completely alarmed the entire gestalt. In an instant, all the surveillance cameras turned in their direction. Ruan Mobei quickly squatted down and searched the warden. He clearly felt that the shackle was here, calling for He, but couldn't find it.

Could it be... in his body?

Ruan Mobei was taken aback by this conjecture. He had never thought about how the energy body that accompanied Sariel would be integrated with the human body, but if this is the case...

Ruan Mobei pulled out the dagger from the back of his boots, and he pressed one hand on the warden's chest, feeling the energy fluctuations in it.

right here.

At the very beginning, he just wanted to get the yoke and get away, but shot the warden who broke the plan, and now, he wanted to cut open the warden's chest.

Step by step, towards the irreversible abyss.

But this is his own choice, no matter what the result is, he will not regret it.

Is there still less blood on his hands?

The dagger was raised, and the moment before it pierced the chest, the blade was suddenly grasped.

Blood gushed out from the palm of his hand and dripped onto the shirt inside the suit, instantly staining it red.

The warden who was headshot opened his eyes again at some point. He stared at Ruan Mobei, and the bullet hole between his eyebrows disappeared. If it weren't for the blood all over the ground, it would make people doubt everything just now. It's just Ruan Mobei's illusion!

That hand was as steady as a rock, and even Ruan Mobei's strength couldn't shake it. The sharp blade cut through the flesh and bones of the palm, but it couldn't penetrate into the chest again.

The warden's five fingers suddenly tightened, and the entire blade of the dagger was deformed and turned into a pile of scrap metal!

Ruan Mobei:! ! !

He immediately fired a few more shots at the warden, the bullets pierced his head, neck and chest, and blood gushed out, but the fatal hole was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was back to its original state in just a few breaths!

"I know what you want to do."

The warden stood up and threw the dagger he had taken away casually. He looked down at the blood on his chest, frowned in disgust, and adjusted the neckline of his suit leisurely, "Unfortunately, you are destined not to see it in this life." It's that day."

Steel cables popped up from all directions, instantly tying up Ruan Mobei. Amidst the sirens and flashing red warning lights, the AI ​​activated the emergency system. Numerous guards were rushing up to this floor, surrounding Ruan Mobei. Stop, the muzzles of the black holes are aimed at him.

"Warden, are you okay?" The heavily armed guard wanted to bring a portable healing device to the bloody warden.

The warden waved his hand. He stared at Ruan Mobei who was surrounded by many people, and finally showed a smile of unknown meaning, and turned around and left at a smart pace:

"See you in court."

The truth returned bit by bit with the memory, pouring into the brain that had been damaged countless times by the high-voltage current, the person on the execution chair trembled violently, blood flowed from both ears, and slowly flowed down the cheek, the last execution, the person who was about to be executed is the body.

On the court, the judge asked him if he had anything to defend himself, and the warden sat beside him with a false smile on his face that he was sure of winning.

The surveillance in the gestalt and the access records of Ruan Xianghui's access control card are all ironclad evidence, enough to make everything he said a weak excuse.

So the only thing Ruan Mobei insisted on was that all actions were his own ideas and had nothing to do with Ruan Xianghui.

Without Ruan Xianghui's knowledge, he stole his authority card, made his fingerprint film, read the top-secret documents privately, and used instruments to simulate Ruan Xianghui's voice...

He does everything he can to remove his father from the process, even though he knows that everything he does is done with tacit approval.

780 four executions sounds terrible, but when you experience it yourself, it's not so terrible, right?

Toxic substances were injected into the blood vessels, quickly destroying the blood vessels, organs and cells. Blood gushed out from the mouth and seeped from the pores, staining the clothes red.

The probe was still deeply buried in his brain. After a few minutes, this prison guard who had received tens of thousands of simulated executions would die in a real sense.

But it cannot end like this.

He will never allow it to end like this.

Damaged tissue heals itself, toxins are rapidly metabolized, and the decayed interior reassembles.

He rejected Sariye's request to form a bond, but he didn't know that the other party had already secretly buried the shackles in his body.

The induction between souls, otherworldly talents, intrusion into the spiritual landscape, and the voice echoing in his mind, retrieving all the past that was forced to be forgotten in the death after death, finally awakened him again.

come back to life.

On the screen of the controller, the full moon slowly split from the middle, like a golden cold vertical pupil.

At this moment, Ruan Mobei suddenly opened his eyes.

Lily passed the last scanning security check and walked through the dark corridor. She was still wearing a lab coat, and her steps were a little hurried. The sound of her footsteps echoed in the empty and narrow space, and the echo dragged on for a long time.

Pushing open the door at the end, the laboratory comes into view, but the thick special glass divides the room into two parts. On the opposite side, a middle-aged man with almost white hair is sitting in front of the test bench, silently staring at the laboratory. wall.

There was no light turned on in the laboratory, only the pale light from the emergency light embedded in the wall, which divided the tired face into two halves, the glasses covering all the expressions in the eyes.

"professor."

Lily closed the door quietly and shouted softly.

Ruan Xianghui raised his head, his face was quite calm, although he couldn't hide his exhaustion, he still gave people a sense of reliability, as if he could instantly feel at ease just by seeing him.

After Ruan Mobei was arrested, Ruan Xianghui was put under house arrest. As the director of the research institute, he still had quite important projects in his hands. The knowledge and wisdom contained in his brain became the biggest gold medal for avoiding death. If anything can be studied from Sariye, it is impossible to really attack Ruan Xianghui.

As his most trusted student, Lily was allowed to enter here, meet with Ruan Xianghui, report the progress of the experiment to him, and monitor everywhere to ensure that their words and deeds are under control.

Lili opened her mouth, but said nothing. Both of them knew that today was the last execution day for Ruan Mobei.

After a long time, Ruan Xianghui moved slightly, raised his head, looked at the young researcher opposite the glass, and said the first sentence of the day: "Is it sunny or cloudy outside?"

"It rained a little this morning, but it's sunny now."

"Is it a full moon?"

"Yes, there are also many stars. I haven't seen so many stars for a long time."

Ruan Xianghui nodded, he was silent for a moment, then suddenly said:

"Lily, do you believe that planets can generate will?"

Block D building.

Jonathan was still wearing his lab white robe with a nameplate on his chest. He stood quietly in the middle of the down elevator, the smooth metal inner wall reflected the young face of the researcher.

The number on the display stopped at -88, the elevator door opened, Jonathan walked out, walked through the long corridor, and reached the monitoring room at the end.

The prison guard was on duty. He handed in his pass and permission documents, and under the guidance of the prison guard, he came to the door of cell No. 6.

After Ruan Mobei was arrested, his position was replaced by others. The huge Area 51 will not stop functioning because of the negligence of a small prison guard.

"It's very dangerous, you must be careful, if any accident happens, use this without any hesitation."

The prison guard handed him a black remote control device. Jonathan took it in his hand and looked down, then put it in his pocket, nodded and said, "Okay, I'm just taking some experimental samples, it should be fine."

With the guards watching, Jonathan entered the first door with a security-approved test tube for the sample.

The rays scanned from head to toe, and after passing the inspection, Jonathan finally unlocked the voiceprint lock.

Stepping into the cell, he saw the "man" sitting by the bed for the first time.

It lowered its head deeply, its long silver-white hair hung down, and the shadows cast obscured its brows and eyes. Jonathan's entry did not attract its attention at all, and it remained motionless, as if the human beings at the door were nothing but air.

"SIU-DW-001, Sariel." Jonathan whispered, "I'm Jonathan, researcher 172 of the Institute of Biology, here to take some samples."

Sally moved her eyelashes, and finally raised her head, the eyes under the silver eyelashes turned out to be scarlet.

Being stared at by those eyes makes people feel an irresistible sense of fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Jonathan calmed down and said, "Do you know Lily? She was supposed to come here today, but she has more important things to do."

"I know." Sariel whispered, "I have seen you before, I have seen you, you are Ruan Mobei's friend."

Ruan Mobei.

The name was like a switch, and Jonathan's eyes darkened. He covered up the abnormality with a smile on his lips, took out the test tube, and said, "If there is no problem, let's start sampling."

Sariel stood up and came to the center of the room, away from the bed and the table. It stretched out a hand, waiting for Jonathan to take a sample.

"The amount of samples required this time is relatively large." Jonathan took a few steps back, leaning his back against the corner, looking at Sariel standing there, "Are you ready?"

"Let's start." Sariel looked at the monitor in the corner, the red indicator light was on, and when it looked over, the signal was temporarily blocked, and what was seen on the monitor room screen would be a period of several minutes Fixed picture.

Since Ruan Mobei left, the cameras have been turned on all the time, and people have risked being polluted by evil eyes to monitor its whereabouts. Many people worry that the departure of the breeder will make it fall into an unstable runaway.

But Sariel did not. From the beginning to the end, it was quite calm, lying on the bed or sitting by the bed every day, silent, and did not respond to any changes in the outside world.

It was as if the soul had left this body and was somewhere else.

Jonathan's hand reached into his pocket, and he grasped the remote control given to him by the prison guard, who had told him in all seriousness minutes before that if Sariel showed any intention of harming him, he could press the button.

Jonathan closed his eyes and pressed down hard.

The collar on Sariye's neck suddenly turned red.

The next moment, a small explosion occurred in the cell.

Flesh and blood flew across the ceiling and walls, even Jonathan's side face was not spared, splashed with a string of bright blood spots.The bombs installed in the restraints around the limbs and neck exploded in unison, blowing Sariel apart in an instant.

Where Sariel was originally standing, there was only a pool of bright red meat paste left.

The bomb is specially designed for Sariel, so that it can be broken very thoroughly.

If you don't care about it, the meat paste will re-condense in a few days and become its original appearance.

Jonathan opened his eyes, he raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face, put on the plastic gloves for experiments, knelt down and picked up a piece of meat the size of half a palm, and put it in a large test tube.

Carefully sealing the test tube, Jonathan took off the blood-stained gloves and stuffed them into his pocket, then turned and left the cell.

He didn't go to the monitoring room to say hello to the prison guard on duty, and walked quickly to the elevator, taking advantage of Sariel's interference with the monitoring screen, and the abnormality in cell No. 6 was not discovered, and left here as quickly as possible.

The test tube was lying in his pocket, and the bloody flesh in it seemed to be moving restlessly.

Jonathan got on the elevator and prayed that he would be able to reach the above ground smoothly. It takes about 88 minutes to reach the ground from the 2th floor underground. During these 2 minutes, there may be [-] kinds of accidents.

Where no one was paying attention, the clothes behind Jonathan's back were completely wet with sweat. In the first half of his 30-year life, he had always kept himself safe, but what he did today was something he had never imagined.

The person who has always followed the rules and order broke all this with his own hands. The rush of adrenaline made him sweat all over his body and his heart beat faster. Only by putting his hands in his pockets could he cover up the violent trembling.

The siren sounded suddenly at this moment, and Jonathan's heart went cold for a moment. He immediately pressed the button for the nearest floor, and the elevator stopped at -10 floor. He rushed out the door and ran directly to the stairwell.

The speed of being discovered was faster than expected. It should be worthy of the security system of Area 51, which is so tight that it is almost impeccable.

He quickly went up the stairs, tried his best to climb up to ten floors, and finally reached the ground floor. Jonathan didn't stop, he went up another floor, and when he reached the second floor, he pushed hard to the closed door while panting. The door of the stairwell, but suddenly found that it was locked.

After the alarm was issued, District D immediately blocked the entire building.

When the plan was first finalized, the export blockade was the most likely accident that was first raised. He made a full record, and Jonathan took two steps back. He took out two test tubes from his pocket and quickly evened the solution in it. Mix together and pour into small square boxes.

He took off the plastic paper that was strongly pasted on the back of the box, pressed it firmly against the door lock, and added the transparent solution in the third test tube.

Pouring the solution in one go, Jonathan quickly retreated three meters away. After a few seconds, a violent chemical reaction occurred between the liquids, and the strong acid solution quickly dissolved the door lock.

Jonathan opened the door and walked out.

The chaotic noise downstairs could be heard clearly across the first floor, and it was definitely full of guards who came without even looking.

Jonathan turned the corner and ran to the end of the corridor. He picked up the chair in the corner, smashed the window glass hard, and crawled out half of his body in a rather awkward posture. After adjusting his posture, he quickly drew a picture on his chest with one hand. cross.

God bless.

He stepped on the window sill carefully, jumped from the second floor, and fell into the bushes with a crash.

Jonathan got up panting, landing in an awkward position, with dull pain in his knee and ankle, maybe twisted.

It was definitely the most embarrassing day of his life.

His body was covered with shrub leaves, and Jonathan didn't care to pat his clothes. He picked up the glasses that had fallen aside, and quickly moved against the wall, reaching a place where the moonlight was not blocked.

Jonathan took out a large test tube specially made for preserving samples, opened the lid, and poured out the red puddle of meat.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on it, shining, as if someone's golden eyes were watching coldly.

Jonathan stood up and took a few steps back. He heard the footsteps of the guards not far away. In a few seconds, he would be spotted, and maybe a bullet would greet him.

"Okay, let's get started," he murmured.