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

But those things that were eager to try failed to break through the confinement after all, and the long non-stop screaming replaced the noise, and Ruan Mobei felt that he was constantly rolling in a small place, like a piece of dead raw meat, or a corpse.

Finally, he fell to the ground and rolled twice.

Ruan Mobei struggled to get up, knelt on the ground and retched frantically.

He was dizzy and could hardly see clearly. It took a long time before he could barely see.

It's a long corridor, very dark with almost no light.

Ruan Mobei propped himself up against the wall and wiped his lower lip with his fist. He called He Songming's name in his heart, calling for nothing.

Is he alone this time?

Ruan Mobei looked down at his hands, but he couldn't see anything unusual, but he knew clearly that he should be infected.

That virus didn't kill him directly, I don't know if it was good or bad, now, he needs to find a solution as much as possible.

Ruan Mobei clenched his fists hard and began to look around.

The corridor is not too long, and there are several spacious rooms connected in the middle. There are light sources from unknown sources that vaguely illuminate the outline, so that you can't lose sight of your fingers.

Many doors were closed with heavy padlocks.

The stairs are not far behind, leading to the unknown above. Ruan Mobei hesitated, but decided to explore this floor first.

The text that had been scrolling before his eyes disappeared, and the sudden emptiness made Ruan Mobei feel uneasy. He walked forward slowly, even though he tried to lighten his steps, he still couldn't make a sound.

The deliberately light footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, falling on Ruan Mobei's heart.The eyes gradually adapted to the dim light and saw more clearly.

There was a trail of blood on the ground, as if something bleeding was being dragged forward violently. The blood had dried, but the color hadn't turned black yet, so it shouldn't take too long.

Ruan Mobei hesitated, wondering if he should continue to walk in the direction of the bloodstains, he turned his head and looked behind him, there was darkness.

The surrounding area was so quiet that there was no sound, Ruan Mobei finally decided to look a little further away.

He is now in the space of the virtual machine, maybe there will be ghosts or monsters formed from data, but now he is also formed from data, at worst his body will be broken up and he will not really die.

Finally arrived at the first corridor connected by aisles. There are no windows on the walls on both sides. Countless unknown sculptures are clinging to the corners, and the upper body is broken and collapsed on one side, forming a dark and clumsy shadow. It is impossible to see what it looks like.

The bloodstains did not hesitate at all, and continued to move forward. Ruan Mobei hesitated, and first turned around in the corridor.

He examined the sculpture carefully and recognized what appeared to be a grown man, though all the faces were so badly damaged that no face could be discerned.

It was split in two from the waist, the chest was pierced, the throat seemed to be suffocated, the head exploded, and the body was twisted into a strange shape... Ruan Mobei stretched out his hand and touched a statue full of cracks with his fingertips. The cold texture of the plaster seems to penetrate the marrow of the bone.

This seems to represent a different way of dying.

Ruan Mobei was a little hairy, he quickly withdrew his hand and returned to the central position, realizing this, everything around him became more and more weird.

Are these sculptures representing the same person? What did he do to place so many statues representing different ways of dying?

Ruan Mobei didn't dare to think about it, he continued to move forward, walked through the corridor with many small locked doors, and came to the second corridor.

There are also many sculptures here, the same man with a damaged face, but each of them died in a different way from the previous ones, without repetition.

The bloodstains continued, and the corridor was so long that it couldn't see the end. Ruan Mobei hesitated for a moment, and decided to look forward one more time, so he turned back the same way and went up the stairs to have a look.

The padlocks in this section of the corridor were gone, only the rusty chains remained.

The doors were closed silently, Ruan Mobei tried to push one of them, but failed, so he gave up.

He came to the third pavilion. There were also many broken sculptures here, and it was almost impossible to count the number. Ruan Mobei took a rough look at it. At the corner, there was a sudden pause.

He stared closely at the sculpture in the corner and walked slowly over.

The man with a severely damaged face was sitting on the ground, his left leg was bent in an abnormal arc, as if he had suffered a fracture, he was in a hugging posture, holding a gun in his right hand, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at his chest.

It's as if... the sculpture should have held another person in its arms.

On the chest of the sculpture, there is a regular round bullet hole, indicating the way of his death.

This is……

Ruan Mobei's heart suddenly beat rapidly, and his hands and feet suddenly went numb. He leaned forward, wanting to take a closer look at the pistol, which was also made of plaster.

The moment his fingertips touched it, the statue began to collapse and shatter from the head, turning into a pile of dust within two seconds.

So Ruan Mobei could no longer search.

But the seeds of doubt had already been planted in his heart.He frowned and thought for a while, then decided to adjust his original plan and move forward.

It must, must not be as simple as it seems.

Ruan Mobei returned to the center. He looked forward, and suddenly found that at the end of the corridor, in front of the trail of blood, there was a black and slender figure standing at some point.

Ruan Mobei:! ! !

Cold sweat broke out in an instant, almost drowning his whole body. In the unprecedented fear, the adrenaline rushed so fast that Ruan Mobei didn't realize how fast his breathing was at this time.

That shadow... that shadow's limbs and neck were not slender like a human being's, and the drop-shaped head seemed to be ripped directly from the neck, standing there silently.

leave.back away.

But the sixth sense called intuition made Ruan Mobei restrain himself. Instead of turning around and running wildly, he stared at the deformed and slender figure, stepping back step by step.

He took two steps back and felt himself crash into a cold embrace.

The air was stagnant, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

Ruan Mobei's last rationality told him, don't bark, don't move, don't make any reaction.

If he had just turned his head and fled, he would directly face-to-face with the thing behind him.

Calm down, calm down, think about what to do.

The thing behind him moved.

Something cold stuck to Ruan Mobei's face, it was a hand.

On the second knuckle of the index finger, there is an obvious scar, the shape and degree of bulge can be clearly felt by the skin of Ruan Mobei's cheek.

The moment he recognized the scar, Ruan Mobei's tense body suddenly relaxed.

The hand continued to move, gently covering Ruan Mobei's mouth.

do not speak.

Ruan Mobei closed his lips obediently, and the people behind him moved back step by step, and he followed, staring at the slender figure at the end of the corridor, and retreating slowly.

They retreated through one corridor and another, and Ruan Mobei noticed that the blood on the ground had disappeared at some point.

Then disappeared, and there seemed to be some memories.

As if going back in time, Ruan Mobei couldn't remember what he had just seen in the corridor for a moment. He only knew that the person behind him assisting him to retreat slowly was He Songming.

As the distance increased, the figure in front of him became smaller and smaller, perhaps finally retreated to a safe area, the cold hand was released, and Ruan Mobei was able to turn his head tentatively.

The second his eyes moved away from the figure, his neck was suddenly strangled.

The figure instantly moved in front of Ruan Mobei!

"Be careful--!"

A knife flew out, neatly cutting off the slender hands of the figure. Countless black pus oozed out from the cracks in the doors on both sides of the corridor, and it became turbulent in an instant, about to drown everything!

Ruan Mobei finally saw He Songming's appearance - the man's eyes were scarlet, and black lines covered his entire face, beating with his breath like life.

But even so, He Songming is still working hard to protect him.

He was held tightly in He Songming's arms and drowned in the pus from the virus.

[It hurts...so painful. 】

who is talking?

The seven orifices seemed to be filled with pus, and the five senses were extremely dull.After a long time, Ruan Mobei finally felt his limbs again.

He barely opened his eyes, and He Songming still hugged him tightly, but the black water of the virus was gone, and he saw the vast sky again, with dark clouds floating in it, and a thunderstorm was brewing.

Ruan Mobei only felt that his whole body was hot, even his breathing seemed to be on fire, he had no strength at all, he was constantly sweating, and it probably wouldn't be long before he would look like he just got out of the water .

Is it a fever?No, there are some subtle differences mixed with all kinds of discomfort. Desire is budding, and it is ready to break through the cage. A certain sweet and greasy aroma permeates the air and drifts into the distance.

He Songming's data-formed body was very unstable, panting in pain.

Ruan Mobei knew that when the virus became his "child" and attacked on its own initiative, his and He Songming's tracking plan went bankrupt.

The virus found them first.

Now, both he and He Songming have some degree of infection symptoms.

How can I get out of the predicament?

The virus didn't directly erase the data of the two of them, why?

Countless questions lingered in Ruan Mobei's mind, making it difficult for him to think for a while. He took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and decided to focus on the most important thing - where are they now?

Where did the virus take them?

They seemed to be in a not very deep cave, Ruan Mobei reached out to touch the cave wall, different from the cold stone touch, the rough and gentle touch made him realize that this was a big tree cave.

It was going to rain outside, and there were many unknown plants, Ruan Mobei propped himself up, trying to raise his field of vision to have a wider view.

When he moved, He Songming, who had buried his head in his chest and hugged him tightly, raised his head as if he had received some kind of signal.

His eyes were scarlet, his breathing was rapid, and his brows were tightly knit, as if he was resisting some unbearable pain.

Ruan Mobei's heart tightened, he immediately grabbed his hand and asked, "Are you okay?"

He Songming didn't answer, he stared at Ruan Mobei without blinking, struggling to speak out a word while gasping in pain:

"...General, may I mark you?"

Ruan Mobei: "Huh?"

General?mark?

He didn't understand what He Songming was saying, and the other party's words and deeds clearly told Ruan Mobei that He Songming's poisoning was very, very deep.

The current He Songming can hardly be seen as an AI at all, and his usual calmness and rationality no longer exist under the infestation of the virus.

"Don't be afraid, calm down..." Ruan Mobei raised his hand and stroked He Songming's head, trying to calm him like he did many times before.

But He Songming seemed to regard this as a kind of acquiescence. His breathing became heavier and heavier. He pressed Ruan Mobei's shoulder with one hand and pinched his chin with the other. The back of the neck, bit down hard!

pain!

In the severe pain, there seemed to be some unspeakable pleasure mixed in. Ruan Mobei's eyes suddenly went dark, and countless garbled characters flashed before his eyes.

【data error.data error.data error. 】

Once again, he saw the foul-smelling, thick, almost liquid darkness pouring from all directions, tumbling and engulfing him in it.

His body turned into data, but it didn't seem to be there. It was a scene simulated in a virtual machine, and it seemed to be a scene that had really existed.

[(&%#████%?@*██]

A black and red light flickered ahead, tempting him to follow, Ruan Mobei tried his best to ignore it, but in this chaotic kingdom, it was his only signpost.

Where does the virus want to take him?

Holding such doubts, he swung his arms vigorously and approached it.

Finally, with the light close at hand, Ruan Mobei stretched out his hand and grasped the little virus tightly.

wow-

The darkness receded like a tide, as if the moon attracted the tide.

Ruan Mobei stood on a solid floor. The metal floor, walls, and ceiling reflected the cold light, just as they seemed indestructible.

Surveillance cameras are everywhere, and Ruan Mobei can see at least ten naked ones with just one scan, and there may be other hidden shots.