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

Ruan Mobei opened his eyes in a daze, not knowing when he fell asleep.

The wall clock on the wall indicated that ten hours had passed, and Ruan Mobei stood up rubbing his forehead. He had obviously slept for so long, but he was so tired as if he had just had a fight, and he couldn't rest at all.

Now it's time to treat the wound again.

Ruan Mobei went to the building where the monster was again. The world was empty and no one could be seen. This time, he brought three boxes of ointment directly from the infirmary.

The corridor no longer echoed with crying, only vague syllables bursting out of the water one by one like bubbles.

[██, ██, ██...]

Ruan Mobei stopped and listened for a while, making sure that it was just a meaningless syllable.

Using the access control card to obtain access, Ruan Mobei walked in with the medicine jar in his arms. Compared with the stench that almost made people faint yesterday, the room smelled much better. Although there was still a peculiar smell, it was not unbearable at least.

The pus and carrion were gone, as if someone had come to clean it up.

The monster was still huddled in the corner, but it looked like it was not the same creature as yesterday.In just one night, those places that Ruan Mobei had treated and applied ointment had been replaced by new tissues.

Ruan Mobei was surprised, he didn't expect it to heal so quickly, yesterday he was so badly injured, he couldn't see a piece of good meat, and almost had maggots, but today it almost looks like he has never been injured.

No wonder it was used for so many horrible experiments. The terrifying self-healing ability made Ruan Mobei unconsciously think of the boy He Songming who was used as a blood bag in the first world.

It's just that the fate of the monster in front of him is even more miserable.

"I'm here." Ruan Mobei put the two extra medicine jars in the corner, and opened the one he was holding in his arms.

The ointment was not enough yesterday, and the pustules that had not been treated were still bulging high, making the epidermis almost transparent, and the pus contained in it could be seen.

Ruan Mobei pierced the pustules with a dagger and guided the pus to flow out. He waited until the swollen pustules collapsed into a thin film before applying the plaster.

This time, the monster became quieter than ever before, without any formed words.

Ruan Mobei could only hear a few meaningless syllables when he picked out the pustules, which quietly emerged from the water like bubbles, and quickly burst without leaving any traces.

With yesterday's experience, the processing speed is much faster today. Ruan Mobei only took an hour to get rid of the remaining wounds. As for the parts of the monster stuck to the wall, he couldn't see them at all, so there was nothing he could do.

There was still some left in a jar of ointment, and all the parts that were treated yesterday healed completely at an amazing speed, and it seemed that there was no need to apply any more medicine.

Ruan Mobei took a few steps back, looked at the monster in front of him from a distance, and made sure that he had done everything he could.

He was about to pack up his things and leave when he heard a weak voice coming into his mind.

[Also... and...]

The pile of flesh in front of him squirmed, and under Ruan Mobei's gaze, he slowly revealed the side that was against the wall before him.

Ruan Mobei covered his mouth and nose, and instinctively took two steps back. The rotten smell reappeared as the monster turned over. It has been only hidden in the depths for a long time, relying on the painful part pressed against the wall, and finally came into contact with it again. Air.

After the oppression was suspended, the pain struck again, the monster's huge body twitched uncontrollably, the eyes that had floated on the wall and ceiling appeared faintly again, and the pupils trembled frantically.

【It hurts……】

The sobbing sounded again, the injuries seen in front of him were more serious than those seen yesterday, countless white and fat maggots burrowed into the tissues that were about to die, laying eggs in clusters.The flesh and blood at the wound turned out, and the black liquid was thickened into a slurry. It was impossible to tell whether it was blood or something else.

Ruan Mobei couldn't hold back, covered his mouth and retched.

"Wait for me a moment." He dropped this sentence, turned around immediately, and left the stinking cell.

【Where are you going? 】

【Where are you going? 】

【Don't leave me...】

The voice finally appeared when Ruan Mobei stepped out of the door, and the meat mountain behind him squirmed, slowly approaching the direction he left inch by inch, as if he wanted to keep him.

Ruan Mobei quickly went upstairs to the infirmary, buttoned the gas mask on his face, put on rubber gloves, found a plastic bucket for throwing medical waste, and carried it down.

Back on the third floor, Ruan Mobei heard the cry of grievance as soon as he stepped into the corridor. Just listening to the way of crying will only make people think of a two- or three-year-old child, not an ugly, frightening sarcoid. monster.

He hurriedly packed his gas mask, swiped the access card, and went in with the bucket.

The monster had already moved away from the corner of the wall. When Ruan Mobei came back, his huge body paused and stopped moving for a moment.

Only the sound continues.

【Where did you go, where did you go...】

"I'm going to get something, you're hurt a little too badly."

Ruan Mobei put down the barrel, and with the gas mask on, he could breathe much more easily.

【It's weird, it's weird, I can hear...】

Ruan Mobei looked up, and then realized that the pile of flesh in front of him did not have such organs as eyes, so he had to lower his head again, and carefully cut off the carrion: "What do you mean? It's strange that I can hear your voice ?"

The meat pile probably hasn't evolved organs yet, and naturally there are no vocal cords. Its "voice" is not the kind of sound waves that can be captured by the ears, but some kind of mental signal that is directly transmitted to the human brain.

From the way it looks, it seems that no one has ever caught its signal before.

Otherwise, such a creature that was crying, screaming and wailing all the time would definitely attract everyone's attention.

[Sound, what is the sound...]

It seems to understand nothing, really like a child.Ruan Mobei stopped talking and concentrated on the matter at hand.

The part of the monster writhing with maggots was really disgusting, he cut it off without hesitation, and large pieces of rotten meat fell into the plastic bucket, splashing juice.

No matter how careful Ruan Mobei was, he wasn't a doctor after all, and the monster's injuries were too complicated, so it was inevitable that he accidentally cut into good meat.

At this time, the monster's body would twitch violently, scaring Ruan Mobei so much that he didn't dare to continue, for fear that it would lose control and crush himself into a pulp.

Fortunately, the terrible ending didn't happen. Ruan Mobei only processed one-third of the part, and the nearly one-meter-high medical trash can was filled with carrion.

He had to go out and take out the trash, dumping the stinking stuff into the black mist that lingered outside.

Ruan Mobei went back and forth four times before he finally cut off all the rotten parts. He carefully applied the ointment on every flat or rough wound, and finally treated all the wounds on the monster's body. .

With its astonishing healing ability, probably he can recover tomorrow.

The ointment seemed to be very comfortable to apply, the monster no longer struggled, its huge body shook slightly, and seemed to enjoy it, Ruan Mobei felt as if small bubbles popped up in his brain, and finally burst with a "boo".

"That's all for today, I'm leaving, and I'll be back tomorrow."

[Must come, must come...]

"Well, I'll come."

Ruan Mobei bid farewell to the monster and left the cell.He took off the plastic gloves already covered with mucus and pus, threw them into the trash can together with the gas mask, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He was exhausted to death. He worked back and forth for three or four hours, not idle for a second, and stopped suddenly, only to feel that his arms were so sore that he couldn't lift them up.

Walking out of the building, the black fog was still there, and Moses opened a way for him to go to the dormitory like dividing the sea.

Ruan Mobei returned to the dormitory building and lay down on his bed, surrounded by a strong sense of unreality.

Days like this...how long will it last?

he does not know.

Both the virus and He Songming disappeared, and he continued the story of being [DATA EXPUNGED] in the world constructed by this virtual machine.

Where will the story eventually go?No one knows.

Ruan Mobei stretched out his hands in front of him, only seeing a cloud of blurred black mist.

Who is he now?What does it look like?

Feeling uneasy in his heart, Ruan Mobei took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Don't think about it, thinking more will only increase troubles in vain.

He fell into a deep sleep, and in the dark unknown, the moon looked at him tenderly again, like a very beautiful eye.

This kind of day lasted for many days.

Every time Ruan Mobei healed all the wounds, thinking that he could see the healed monster the next day, more brand new wounds would appear on its body, crying helplessly, waiting for someone to save it.

Waiting for Ruan Mobei to come today as scheduled.

Ruan Mobei will indeed respond to its every expectation.

And every time Ruan Mobei lay down on the bed, he would fall into a deep dream unknowingly, and it would be the next day after he woke up.

The black mist completely prevented Ruan Mobei from exploring other places, so here, Ruan Mobei's life completely became a programmed process of waking up, treating the monster's wounds, returning to the dormitory, falling asleep, and waking up. Day after day, the cycle repeats.

What exactly is the virus trying to do?

No.20 One day, Ruan Mobei came to the cell where the monster was held again.

This time, he heard no crying in the corridor.

Ruan Mobei swiped the access card and walked in. Unlike before, the stench of rotting flesh and blood no longer existed in the air, and there was even a faint smell of the ointment he used yesterday.

The monster was already very familiar with him, and he no longer huddled pitifully in the corner every day. Ruan Mobei observed it carefully, and there was no wound.

This time, it wasn't caught for experimentation?

The ointments and trash cans he brought were useless, Ruan Mobei took off his gas mask, and didn't know whether he should leave or stay a little longer.

He has nothing to do.

[(*&^[email protected] Ruan...]

The noisy electric sound was weak, but Ruan Mobei's expression changed instantly.

That was... He Songming's voice!Sent through an encrypted communication channel!

The ability to use encrypted communication shows that the two of them are very close now.Ruan Mobei looked around, the metal cells were tightly fitted, except for the monster wriggling slightly and him, there was no one else.

Where is He Songming?

Ruan Mobei was so anxious that he kept calling He Songming through the encrypted channel, but the electrical sound was like a hallucination in his desperation, and it never appeared again.

Suddenly, he thought of a possibility.

Ruan Mobei looked at the monster in the middle of the room. The pile of meat was unprecedentedly quiet. Today, it hasn't said a word yet.

Even though the guess was so unbelievable, Ruan Mobei still asked tentatively: "You know where he is? Do you?"

"I want to see him."

The meat pile was silent, and after more than ten seconds, its huge body suddenly began to squirm, and the body without any wounds rolled, and its volume was superimposed on both sides like waves.

In just a few breaths, the monster's body flowed into a strange shape, and a fleshy hole was sunken in the middle. It was obviously not very deep, but it was pitch black inside.

Goosebumps popped out all over Ruan Mobei's body, his hands and feet were cold, and his San value was about to drop. If he hadn't taken care of this monster for a long time, knowing that its thinking was like a child, he would have turned around and ran away.

"Is he here?"

The monster didn't answer.

Ruan Mobei took a deep breath, no matter the trap or the way out, he must take risks.

He can't stay in this world full of black mist forever, he wants to find He Songming, and make every effort to kill that virus.

He took a step and walked into the cave formed by the monster's body.

The cave is not only deeper than it looks from the outside, it is endlessly deep, as if leading to a different dimension.

At first, Ruan Mobei could still feel the ups and downs of the monster's body breathing, but later, there was only silence and darkness around him.

He kept calling He Songming on the communication channel, and any sound disappeared.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Ruan Mobei didn't feel tired, hungry or sleepy. It seemed that the only mission left in his whole life was "move forward".

Light appeared faintly, small dots, dotted in the thick darkness.

Ruan Mobei was shocked, he spread his legs and ran towards the light.

【█ will bring █ to the place where &*￥#@ comes from the light...】

An unknown voice echoed, and Ruan Mobei finally ran to the place where the light came out. He Songming was lying sideways on the ground, curled up, holding a small moon-shaped lamp in his arms.

The light is emitted from this "moon".

The light is as cold as the moonlight, illuminating He Songming's closed eyes and silent lips. There are still black lines left by the virus infection on his face, beating like life.

...Great, finally found you.

Ruan Mobei's nose was a little sore. He sat on the ground, let He Songming's upper body lean against his arms, and watched the light, waiting for him to wake up.