After I became human, I became a nightmare of aliens

Bretta fled all night and was seriously injured again. He was afraid that if he didn't get some more food, he might really be exposed, so he quickly buried his head in eating.

The taste is particularly good, and the dishes are something he has never seen before. It feels like it melts in the mouth. He stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it quickly with puffed cheeks. He couldn't help but sigh: "Sir, the food you brought is delicious. Ah, I've never had it before."

Lin Mour was standing in front of the hospital bed, and when he heard the words, he gave him a noncommittal glance, but did not speak.

Bretta was so hungry, she swept away the food in two or three strokes, and finally licked the corners of her lips, wishing she could pick up the lunch box and lick it again.

Lin Mour couldn't bear his appearance, and asked, "What did you eat before?" After speaking, he thought of the roasted corn that was as black as coal that he gnawed before.

Bretta thought for a while and answered: "Roasted potatoes, roasted corn, roasted mushrooms, roasted compressed biscuits..."

"Okay, why do you even have to bake compressed biscuits?" Lin Mour asked casually.

Bretta grinned and said, "It tastes better when baked! I like grilled ones the most!" If you can catch a fat alien species... er, if it's as vicious as that big spider, then it's not Living, it seems that it can also be considered.

After being chased and killed by such a dangerous spider species this time, it caused a serious psychological shadow in Bretta's heart. Now he feels that he can consider not eating live food, which is better than being eaten by food.

Seeing his exquisite and beautiful face wrinkled, Lin Mour asked, "What are you thinking? So, why did you meet the alien again this time?"

Britta, who was lamenting that the food was too dangerous, shuddered subconsciously when he heard the man mentioned, and replied in a low voice with composure: "No, I don't know."

I don't know again.

Lin Mourn took his time and glanced at him condescendingly: "Do you think you can get away with just saying you don't know?"

Britta suddenly felt the coercion of the man, and stepped back in fear, leaning against the head of the bed, not daring to look at his eyes as deep as thick ink, and whispered: "I'm going to give Colonel Klindauer I, I really don't know why I met the one who gave you white roses and drinks..."

Lin Mour was startled when he heard this. Seeing his bloody face and the bandaged wound on his shoulder, he calmed down and said, "What about that man? Why did he chase you down?"

Bretta lowered her head and bit her lip, her voice was like a mosquito: "I, I don't know."

Lin Mour saw that he was concealing it intentionally, so he raised his tone: "You really don't know anything?"

"real……"

Lin Mourn interrupted him in a deep voice, looked down at him and said, "Bretta, do you think if you don't tell the truth, you can still lie here alive if you encounter something next time?"

Bretta was caught in his imagination by his words, and trembled again in fright, looked up at the man in front of him cautiously, and opened his mouth slightly: "I...I...he asked me..." He was about to speak , suddenly realized that if the man in front of him knew that he was a test subject, he would definitely not let him live, so he bit his lip immediately and dared not say anything.

Seeing this, Lin Mourn's eyes gradually darkened, he took a step forward, and asked him in a deep voice, "What did he ask you?"

Bretta was frightened by his expression, and didn't dare to lie anymore: "He asked me where the experimental subject was, I didn't know, I was afraid that he would arrest me and go back to continue the experiment, so I ran away." When he said this , deliberately avoided the name of the experimental subject "Easton", and dared not look at him again.

After hearing this, Lin Mour knew that Bretta hadn't lied this time, but she must be hiding something.

Easton's experimental subject was offered a sky-high reward on the dark web, and he was not sure who sent that person and the spider mutant that suddenly appeared last night.But it was clear that his investigation of Bretta had caught the attention of the other party.

He turned his head and looked down at the child in front of him, and suddenly regretted naming him after his experimental English name.

He said sternly to Bretta: "You were rescued from the laboratory by Klindauer, and it is inevitable to be targeted. In the future, remember that you must absolutely hide your surname. One thing about Easton's laboratory No words can be revealed to the outside world, except me."

Bretta was taken aback, not understanding why he should be eliminated. Even though this gentleman saved him, he felt that he was very dangerous to him, but he nodded honestly.

He thought for a while, and stopped talking several times.

"What do you want to ask?" Lin Mour noticed his hesitation.

Bretta plucked up the courage and whispered, "Sir, what's your name?"

"Lin Mourning."

Bretta was illiterate, and when she heard it, she only felt that the pronunciation of the two characters in Mr. Klindauer's name was similar, and she felt a little more friendly. She nodded, raised a smile in a flattering manner and said with a smile: "Thank you for saving me. , Mr. Lin Mourning. You are also a good person."

Lin Mour looked at the boy's innocent and lovely smile, with complicated emotions, he looked away uncomfortably, and said coldly, "I'm not as good as you think."

Bretta's wound healed faster after the bullet was removed.When Xiang You came to check, he lamented that his recovery speed was astonishing, as expected of a young man with a high metabolism.

Bretta's heart skipped a beat. His recovery speed must be higher than that of ordinary people. What if he is discovered?

And this hospital looks clean and hygienic, so it must be very expensive, where does he have the money to pay.He couldn't help embarrassingly saying to Xiang You: "Mr. Xiang, I don't have that much money. Can I go home and recuperate first?" In fact, he planned to go back and continue to work in the dungeon. He was afraid that Mr. West would make a fuss. over him.

Hearing this, Xiang You raised his eyebrows and jokingly said, "It's okay, Lin Mour paid for it for you, how can the hero save the beauty not pay?"

When Bretta heard it, although he didn't understand what he meant by the word "hero saves the beauty", he always felt a little embarrassed, so he said anxiously: "I'm really fine, I, I want to go home. "

He hadn't changed back to his original form for several days. Although there was no problem maintaining his human form, it made him extremely uncomfortable. There was also the rose vine, which he kept hiding under the bed for fear of being discovered.

The most important thing is that the flowers he promised to send to Mr. Klindauer have become so haunting himself, but the two bottles of drinks are still in the pockets of his changed trousers.

Bretta frowned in distress.

Seeing that he insisted on being discharged from the hospital, Xiang You had indeed recovered a lot, so he brought this matter up to Lin Mourn.

Lin Mourn has been investigating the sudden appearance of the strange spider these few days, and that mysterious man, he didn't care about him, so he just dealt with him casually: "If he wants to be discharged from the hospital, let him go." A tracking locator."

Xiang You was taken aback, and nodded: "Okay, I see."

Bretta was discharged from the hospital, and Xiang You arranged for Qiao Song, whom he was familiar with, to take him home.

Maybe it's because Qiao Song looks about his age and is always warm to him, and Bretta likes to get along with him very much.

"Tata! Why are you in such a hurry to get out of the hospital? Xiangyou's private hospital is precious, and the food is delicious. Wouldn't it be better to stay in it for a few more days and recuperate?" Qiao Song sat on the edge of his hospital bed carelessly.

Bretta's original clothes were bloodied and torn, and Tata kindly sent him a set of clothes that fit him well.Qiao Song was fiddling with what appeared to be an instrument in his hand, and said casually, "I knew you wore my clothes... This broken instrument is too rough, if Team Lin hadn't asked me to fix it, I wouldn't be bothered to do it. Kind of a shitty thing."

Qiao Song usually likes to tinker with sophisticated and complex artificial intelligence robots.Bretta had heard him play some, and had shown him a few interesting animatronic pets.

Bretta came over after changing her clothes, and was taken aback when she saw some familiar compass instruments in his hands, although they were severely destroyed, and then pretended not to care and asked, "What is this?"

Qiao Song fiddled and shrugged his shoulders: "It should be a sounder that simulates the frequency of animal communication. Maybe it can achieve the purpose of communicating with animal-type alien species and achieving the purpose of manipulation. When the captain was picking up the spider alien species from the slums, he found a child playing with it. It seems that the alien species that attacked you that day was manipulated."

Bretta had guessed in his heart, but now he nodded, his chest suddenly moved, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand and pressed it to appease the rose vine hidden in his arms.

"By the way, Xiang You dissected that spider and found that there was half a human being inside that hadn't had time to digest it. Tsk tsk, there are only bones left except for the tattered clothes." Qiao Song smacked his tongue, "It's so fucking scary, you The kid was lucky to meet Team Lin to save you."

Bretta's face turned pale when he heard his description. He remembered that the rose vine seemed to have pierced the short and thin man's chest. Will they be found too?Bretta reached out and pressed her arms nervously.

On the way, Qiao Song casually said something to him, but Bretta was no longer in the mood to listen.

When he got home, after sending Qiao Song off, he closed the door, kicked off his shoes, jumped on the bed and changed back into a furry mouse in an instant, rubbing his head out from the loose and limp clothes.

The rose vine jumped out immediately, retracted the thorns on its body, and circled it from under it to form a wreath. The white and delicate flowers rubbed against his cheek affectionately.Bretta was a little itchy from being rubbed by it, and squinted her eyes comfortably and leaned over to rub against it.

The rose vine, mutated by his blood, connects with his soul and reassures him in a world full of humans and dangers.

The little white mouse completely relaxed, hugged the white rose, and fell into a deep sleep accompanied by a faint fragrance.

Bretta woke up from hunger. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a small branch of the rose vine poking its face carefully.

"Are you hungry too?" It uttered a human language in its original form.

Fortunately, it understood completely, the flower nodded to him, and showed it its shrunken and curled petals and leaves aggrievedly.

Bretta raised his small black eyes in embarrassment, thought for a moment, and instantly transformed into a human form, and he put on the scattered clothes on the bed in twos and threes.

He knew it liked to suck his own blood, but he was afraid of pain, so after thinking about it, he turned on the emergency light by the bedside, and the entire residential area of ​​the base would turn off the lights after twelve o'clock at night.

He saw the simple vase on the cabinet at the door, stepped forward to pick it up, and was just about to change the water for it, when he remembered that the base only had short-term water supply for a few fixed time periods every day.He picked up the watch-like communicator and looked at it, which showed that it was already three o'clock at night.

Moreover, he is also very hungry.

He looked back in distress at the little white rose that seemed to have an expectant face—if its delicate flower could be counted as a face—and sighed, coaxing it subconsciously in a consulting tone: “Can you wait a little longer? Wait? Wait until dawn, I..."

Before he finished speaking, the somewhat arrogant little White Rose immediately sprang out a vine, dragged out the two bottles of forest-green drinks in his trouser pocket, which were extremely delicious at first glance, and emptied them in Bretta. His face trembled impatiently twice.

Bretta swallowed hard, and hurriedly shook her head and reached out to take it back: "No, this is for Colonel Klindauer."

Little White Rose was in a hurry, she took it away and hung it a little closer to her.

"You said that everyone is dead, if you don't drink us... we will starve to death too?" Bretta stared wide-eyed, licked her lips dryly, and was frightened again, "...you said I wouldn't die, but you will?!"

He remembered that it seemed that since he was hospitalized, Little White Rose had been very weak, it seemed that it hadn't sucked its own blood supply, and it might, might really be unable to hold on.

Just thinking about it, those little white roses limply limp along with the stems and vines, so frightened that Bretta turned pale with fright and hurried forward to hug it.

Little White Rose turned her face away and stretched out a vine to touch Bretta's face in aggrieved manner, then pointed at the green drink lying on the bed tremblingly.

Bretta panicked immediately, and her heart softened.

For him, Colonel Klindauer is his savior, but this little white rose is now his only companion, and he doesn't want it to die.

He thought about it, and thought that he could buy another bottle out of his own money to make up for it later, and then find a way to give it to Colonel Klindauer when he found the right time.He has just experienced escape from danger now, and he dare not go again.

Bretta nodded: "Then open a bottle and drink... we..." Each person has a half bottle.

Before he finished speaking, the little white rose immediately stretched out the flower vine in joy, exposing the sharp thorns, twisted it easily, stretched it in, like a straw, and made a sound of "sucking and sucking". While Bretta was stunned, she quickly reached the bottom.

He looked at the unfurled petals of the little white rose, and belched contentedly. Before he could react, he quickly reached out the vine and snapped open the second bottle!

"Don't!" Bretta hurriedly stopped it, seeing it turned to look at him with a drunken face, Bretta hurriedly said, "You can't drink any more."

The little guy finally realized it later, and rushed back quickly. He softly pressed against his chest and acted like a baby. He took the last opened bottle of drink with a vine and brought it to Bretta's mouth. As if to feed him.

Bretta woke up hungry, and now the bottle was opened, and the whole room, including the little white rose, was full of tempting smells. He looked down with difficulty and saw that the little white rose had been forced into his mouth. While tempting him with the green liquid, he swallowed.

Wanting to resist, it still moved closer to his mouth.

"Do you really want to drink?" Bretta was communicating with it.

It made two more active moves.

"tastes good?"

"Yes, it will get steamy when you open it, and it will go bad if you don't drink it."

Bretta struggled and struggled, and finally licked her lips and said, "Then I'll drink a little."

"No, I don't need you to feed me." He hurriedly grabbed the drink bottle and lowered his head to take a sip.

Drink it well!He felt that it tasted better than the one in the green potion bottle. It was a little sweet and spicy, and there was gas rushing up from his mouth.The little white rose next to him was still urging him, and he took one mouthful after another, getting bigger and bigger, and finally poured it upside down, before he could finish it, his little face was flushed.

"Hic." He burped.

"Dong dong." There was a knock on the door.

Britta, who was not so well dressed, got out of bed dazedly, stepped on the floor with bare feet, and walked towards the door in an oversized baggy shirt and plush shorts.

Sensing the danger, Little White Rose immediately woke up, wrapped her around his waist and ran behind the door to hide. The vines opened, revealing sharp thorns, assuming a posture of attacking at any time.

Bretta opened the door carelessly, the sensor light at the door was on, and there stood a man in a black sweater with a sleepy and gloomy face.The man was startled when he saw his flushed face at first, and then his eyes unconsciously swept over the round and white shoulders exposed by the slanted shirt, and he looked away uncomfortably.

Bretta recognized him, and smiled dazedly: "Mr. Lin Mour...what's the matter?"

Lin Mour restrained his Adam's apple rolling down, and said stiffly: "Be quiet at night." After speaking, he turned and went into the room next to his own, and closed the door with a "bang".

作者有话要说：感谢在2022-01-1417:28:20~2022-01-1517:59:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: 4 little naives playing zongzi; 1 big Maine Coon cat;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Mika Mika;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!