After I became human, I became a nightmare of aliens

In the laboratory glowing with cold white light, the dark green viscous liquid was slowly transported from the transparent tubes in all directions to the glass petri dish. In the huge petri dish, there was only a small white mouse no bigger than the palm of an adult.

The thin catheter delivered the liquid into its body through the needle hole. At first, the mouse twitched in response to rejection, but soon returned to its appearance of shrinking into a ball of white snow.

"It's amazing that this little guy survived the mutation period until now."

"Easton's experimental body No. 35677, the preliminary fusion was successful, without any rejection reaction."

"Should try to go further with 'volunteer'..."

"Di-"

A sharp and slender whistle suddenly sounded over the laboratory, interrupting the conversation of the researchers.

The lab is under attack from the outside!

"what happened?!"

The two researchers looked at each other quickly, and immediately pulled out the laboratory data disk and put it in their arms and fled to the emergency passage.

Not long after the two left, the body of the little white mouse in the petri dish changed strangely under the dim light. The small limbs gradually grew bigger and longer, and in an instant it transformed into a human silhouette, gradually changing from blurred to clear. Exquisite and three-dimensional.

It slowly opened a pair of human eyes, Xingyuan's eyes were clear and bright, but without emotion, staring blankly at the cold glass cover of the petri dish in front of him.

"Bam—"

The laboratory was forcibly blasted open the door.

The man walking in the backlight was tall and straight, fully armed and wearing a gas mask, only showing a pair of deep and cold black eyes, his eyes swept into the laboratory sharply.

When I entered the door, I happened to meet the ignorant gaze of the naked young man in the petri dish. I looked away indifferently and glanced at a line of English labels on the petri dish - "Blerta·Easton".

He stepped forward to scan the complex instrument, raised the gun in his hand, and with a "bang!", he destroyed the switch, opened the glass cover of the petri dish, and while reaching out to the young man, he kept his eyes fixed and turned his head slightly:

"Go and get a protective suit."

"Yes!"

The petri dish was destroyed, and the young man finally showed a trace of timidity on his face. Looking at the hand stretched out to him in front of him, he carefully stretched out his hand forward and put it on the man's palm.

The subordinate brought the protective clothing over, and he signaled the boy with his eyes: "Put it on."

But the boy blinked his eyes and looked down at the protective suit curiously, without moving.

The ground in the laboratory shook suddenly.

"No, this is going to collapse!"

Seeing that the boy still didn't move, the man frowned, and quickly put on anti-containment #哥#儿#全#理# protective clothing. When he lowered his head, he noticed that the boy's slightly curly blond hair was covered under the mask, and his eye sockets were slightly deeper. And the root of the nose is tall, the skin is extremely white, and the thin lips are bright red.

However, in the face of a group of soldiers who suddenly barged in with guns and live ammunition, his reaction seemed to be a little too calm, like an ignorant child, but his timid eyes couldn't hide his curiosity.

"Boom—" There was another loud noise.

"Colonel! A large number of alien species broke out in the laboratory!"

"Use fuel to block and protect the rescued people to evacuate!" The man ordered in a deep voice.

After he finished speaking, he quickly turned around, carried the boy by his side like a chicken, and rushed forward with his head on his back.

The young man in human form opened his round eyes, watching the surrounding walls collapse one by one, and something trembling under their feet kept approaching them.He was tightly bound by a strong arm, and in front of his eyes were the waves of fire from the flames mixed with the smoke of gunpowder.

Gravel and rubble kept falling from the top of their heads, and as soon as they ran past a place, a long, slippery tentacle broke out from the ground and attacked them.

The young man smelled a familiar scent, watched the food approaching eagerly, subconsciously opened his mouth slightly and wanted to take a bite, but the next moment the man beside him waved his arm and flashed a sharp knife light, cutting off the food that was close at hand. Sticky tentacles, it falls, bounces, rolls away in the dust.

The boy who was hooped around his waist and flew into the air followed the bumps, opened his ignorant and beautiful almond eyes and looked down to see the ground under his feet collapsing one by one, and the world that kept going away gradually turned into ruins and fell into the abyss...

Half a year later, Meeks base.

On the wide and flat single bed, there is a small ball protruding abruptly from the head of the bed. From a close look, it is only covered with a thin quilt, and only a small white mouse with a soft white face pouted on one side is exposed.

The alarm clock on the bedside table rang suddenly, and the little white mouse was startled with fright, a pair of dark beady eyes suddenly opened, and when it first woke up, it was dazed for two seconds before it quickly jumped out of the quilt.It was also at this moment that the whole small body changed into a head and slender white limbs in twos and threes, and they moved flexibly into the human clothes.

After a few clumsy cares, he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror and stretched out his hands to straighten the neckline of his shirt. At this moment, the boy inside was wearing golden-brown curly hair that parted from the left side, revealing a smooth and full forehead and A pair of beautiful eyes.

He took off the woolen coat from the coat rack and put it on, then put on a deer hunting hat with a brim at the front and back and ear protectors on both sides, pressed his curly hair, and after changing his boots, the boy hurriedly pulled out his ID card and closed the room Close the door after all power.

The residential area of ​​Meeks Base is divided into 11 districts in southeast, northwest, and his assigned address is No. 2702, Building [-], East Fourth District.There are two households on the first floor. When the elevator that the teenager was waiting for arrived, it was already full of residents who were preparing to go out to work one after another.

He looked up, and at a glance, there were people of Asian, European, white, yellow, and black races, but their faces were uniformly numb and tired.

The boy opened his mouth slightly to say hello, but he didn't find a chance to speak. He stepped in timidly, and was quickly squeezed to the innermost corner, where he stood with difficulty huddling his body.

The elevator is a transparent protective glass type, and the boy can see most of the Meeks base when he looks back at his feet and the outside.

In the distance above the center of the base is a huge conical building, which looks like a giant building that goes straight up to the sky.

As the elevator descended, the boy saw row upon row of high-rise residential buildings passing through the air track of the base, and only a few seconds later, the dilapidated, old and crowded old buildings in the slums on the street not far away appeared in his sight. , There is also a dilapidated and crumbling poster posted on a certain wall, writing the old news of global biological aberrations sweeping the world in a certain month.

With a sound of "Ding--", it reached the first floor of the ground.The crowded crowd in the elevator rushed out with a clear purpose, and the last boy in the corner finally came out, wanting to take a deep breath of fresh air, but ended up inhaling a mouthful of pungent smog.

He coughed twice, looked up to see the gray sky of the base in winter, opened his eyes wide, raised his chest and back, and walked across the path in front of the building to his destination.

Not long after I walked to the Mixx base square, there was a sudden sizzle of electric current on the global radio above the base, and a thick male voice urgently and solemnly announced to the world in Chinese, the international common language. published the obituary of Colonel Klindauer, the most dazzling young colonel in the military and political circles of the Asian Union.

The obituary informs everyone with regret that he died heroically in order to protect the safe evacuation of the people at the Yashan base during a mission to rescue the invasion and rescue of the alien wave at the Yashan base more than a month ago.

Afterwards, the obituary was rebroadcast twice in the international language commonly used by both the Federation and the Empire.

Bretta looked up and listened dazedly.

Klindauer?This name seems to have been heard somewhere.

He remembered that it was the man who rescued him from the laboratory.

But he didn't quite understand the meaning of the radio.

It was winter, and the square of the Meeks base was cold and windy, and it was desolate. Immediately after that, a solemn death bell sounded from above the base.

The young man stopped and saw all the people who were hurrying around stop, he made a strange gesture in front of him tacitly, closed his eyes and lowered his head, with a sadness on his face that he didn't understand, and muttered something in a low voice .

An old woman could be faintly heard saying "May Colonel Klindauer rest in peace" or something.

"Bretta! You're finally here! Hurry up, take advantage of Colonel Klindauer's obituary and sell flowers on the street!" A middle-aged man with a big belly stuffed a large handful of white roses into his hands. In the boy's arms, the mustache on his mouth was slightly raised.

Britta caught the big bouquet of white roses in a daze, lowered her head and sniffed curiously.It smells good, he curled his lips happily, and asked after thinking for a while: "What is the obituary? Is it a good day for that Mr. Klindauer?"

He knew that human beings celebrate when good times come.

The middle-aged man sneered slightly, "A good day? It is indeed a good day to die early and honorably in this world."

"...to die?" Bretta, who was smelling the fragrance of roses, was taken aback. He knew what "death" meant, and it would be very painful, just like he and other mice of the same race were injected with various strange liquids. After carrying out various experiments, all internal organs of the body were convulsed, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't make a sound, until he was suddenly killed after the mutation, and he remained motionless.And it survived by luck.

Britta is afraid of pain, and even more afraid of death.

He froze all over, and murmured in disbelief: "Mr. Klindauer...is he dead?"

The middle-aged man sneered and said, "Yes, he died. Dead people are the most common in the last days. It's just that this guy is lucky, and he can have a decent funeral and an expensive tombstone. You know, not everyone dies To have a tombstone, some people just die when they die."

The middle-aged man saw that he was stupid, and finally told him viciously: "Remember! One white rose sells for ten dedication points, and if you lose one, you won't even think about eating today! There are ten flowers in total here, all carefully cultivated in the greenhouse. Yes, be careful!"

Contribution points are the special circulation virtual value currency of Meeks Base. The people of the base obtain corresponding dedication points by accepting base tasks of different difficulty and danger levels, in exchange for food and other necessities.

And two dedication points were enough for Bretta to eat a barely stuffed baked potato.

Hearing this, Bretta carefully protected the flawless flower in her hand.

Bretta held the flowers and walked towards the square where the death knell had not yet dissipated. There were still people in twos and threes mourning silently, and even some girls couldn't help crying softly.

"Miss, do you need a white rose?" Bretta handed a flower in front of the girl and asked softly.His voice was gentle, and the teary-eyed girl was stunned when she heard the voice. When she looked up and saw the other's handsome face, her heart warmed, and she reached out to take it: "...Thank you."

"You're welcome, ten offerings will order one flower."

"..." The girl's hands froze.

Why don't you go grab it?

"No, no need." The girl quickly withdrew her hand, and then peeked at him regretfully.

Bretta was stunned: "Huh? Why don't you want it..."

Seeing him like this, the girl bit her lips and said, "It's too expensive. Even if it's for Colonel Klindauer, I... can't afford it."

"For Colonel Klindauer?" Bretta was puzzled, "Didn't you buy it for yourself?"

The girl was sad when she heard the words: "Of course it's to commemorate the Colonel."

Bretta was at a loss: "Isn't he dead?"

The girl raised her head and glared at him in amazement: "Even death has the right to own a flower!"

But if you die, you won't be able to see it... He didn't understand the girl's sadness, and asked carefully: "Do you know Colonel Klindauer?"

The girl shook her head when she heard the words, and recalled in a daze: "I only caught a glimpse of Colonel Klindauer from a distance half a year ago.

At that time, he passed by the Meeks base for military affairs, and led a group of neatly prepared soldiers, wearing the military uniform of the sub-alliance officer. I had never seen such a good-looking person. She escaped from work just to see him..."

"For more than ten years in the army, Colonel Klindauer repelled countless alien invasions and saved thousands of desperate people. He is like a god, always so powerful, and guarding the fire of mankind..."

The girl said with pain on her face: "Who would have thought that he would... actually..." She choked up and looked up at the white rose in Bretta's arms, gritted her teeth and made up her mind to turn herself into one of the few. took out his savings and said:

"Give me one, I want the best!"

"Okay." Bretta, who had listened for a long time, hurriedly opened the virtual payment code on her wrist, and after the other party scanned it, ten dedication points were automatically credited.Now the balance has twenty dedication points.

The girl chose the most beautiful white rose and walked to Meeks' cemetery.

Seeing Zheng Laita continued to inquire one after another on the street, most of the time he would get a sigh because of the high price.

Until an elegantly dressed, beautiful and kind lady got out of a black car passing by from the West District, walked up to the dazed Bretta, looked down at the holy and flawless white rose in his arms, and said softly: "Son, please give me three flowers."

Bretta was a little dazed, and hurriedly reminded the lady sincerely: "A white rose needs ten dedication points, are you sure you want three, madam?"

The beautiful woman looked at him and nodded tenderly: "Sure, leave some for those who need to mourn Klindauer." After a man stepped forward to pay, the lady bent slightly to take the flowers.

Bretta subconsciously asked: "Does Madam know Colonel Klindauer too?"

The woman pursed her lips and shook her head slightly, stretched out her hand to caress little Bretta's cheek, looked up at the gray sky in Ji with compassion, and said in a low voice: "But he saved many, many people. A mortal body, forging a human god."

Britta, who seemed to understand half understood, answered subconsciously: "May Colonel Klindauer rest in peace."

"He's a good man," said the lady at last.

It's a pity that good people don't die well.

At this moment, the death knell once again rang over the Meeks base, desolate and tragic, and the sound drifted away.

A tall man wearing a black camouflage combat uniform and hat stopped when he heard the sound of the death knell. He slightly raised his eyes to look at the gray sky of the base, revealing only a pair of deep and cold black eyes.

He quickly withdrew his eyes and was about to move forward.

Suddenly, a perfectly bloomed, white rose appeared in the field of vision.

"Sir, do you need a white rose?" It was a cute voice.

Hearing the voice, he raised his eyes slightly, and met a pair of pure and clean almond eyes.

Bretta happened to meet the man's indifferent eyes after asking, subconsciously a little scared, the other party gave him a cold and alienated feeling, and... very dangerous.

But at that moment, he smelled a very attractive smell.

Bretta, who had been hungry all morning, struggled with doubts, and decisively took a step back quietly, but swallowed unconsciously.

The man lowered his eyes slightly to catch a glimpse of the slightly curly blond hair under the brim of the young man's hat, and he felt a sense of familiarity.

"Thank you." He nodded slightly to him, reached out to take it, and hurriedly walked away from him, and the figure disappeared in an instant.

"You're welcome, one flower for ten offerings..." Bretta, who was habitually reciting the sales lines, turned her head in the direction he was walking, dumbfounded.

"...What about people?"

Has he... met someone who bought Bawanghua?