Monster Collector [Unlimited]

laboratory.

While counting the manpower to explore the ruins, other scientific research groups are also running in an orderly manner, and the decompression data package sent by the slate has been decompressed.

The linguist at the headquarters believes that the language on the slate is very similar to the language used by the aborigines in the extreme north, and the results obtained from this are displayed on the big screen.

A research assistant took a pen and paper, wrote down the line of small symbols at the bottom of the slate on the paper, and compared it with the comparison table passed over, and translated the line of small symbols with difficulty.

Confusion surfaced on his face, so that he couldn't help but recite this strange and awkward translation——

"God says the brain doesn't have to be the brain forever."

When Xie Changli heard the movement in the corridor, he immediately got up and went forward, and the raven jumped on his shoulder to follow.

It happened that Zhao Qing's neck turned around, and the black mole with clear facial features showed a look of fear.

Even the mouth made of black moles opened and closed, saying: "I am polluted, this is not my head, this is not my head..."

The employee handbook in his pocket vibrated continuously, sending out an alarm that his mental value had dropped sharply.

"Come and help."

Xie Changli raised his eyebrows and eyes, disregarding the restrictions of the identity card at the moment, stepped forward and grabbed his arm and tied it behind his back. The clerk followed his orders and simultaneously suppressed the struggling Zhao Qing.

Xie Changli took out a tube of mental stabilizer and poured it down for Zhao Qing.

However, the pollution effect brought by black spots is beyond imagination.

Zhao Qing's eyes became more and more dull, and the mole on his neck continued to say: "This is not my brain, get rid of it, get rid of it..."

"Ah!" The clerk suddenly screamed, and at some point, a sharp dagger appeared in Zhao Qing's hand and slashed across his wrist.

The little clerk let go of the pain, but Zhao Qing raised the dagger and slashed at his neck in the next second!

"Quack quack quack!" Du Ya was so frightened that his hair exploded, and he rolled into Xie Changli's windbreaker with a swish.

Click!

The clerk was gasping for breath while holding his bleeding right hand, but when he looked up, he saw their beautiful and gentle psychiatrist snapping off Zhao Qing's wrist, and then removing Zhao Qing's other organs with great speed and precision. Hands and feet joints, and finally did not forget to remove the chin considerately, lest the other party bite his tongue and commit suicide.

He instinctively took a step back, and almost had the urge to call the police. Dr. Xie's skillful technique was frightening.

At the critical moment, Xie Changli couldn't pay attention to the mood of the clerk, so he looked up at Qiao Meng who was rushing to the end of the corridor: "Do you have any spiritual items?"

Qiao Meng and Zhao Qing naturally had props to feed back each other's physical condition. After realizing that Zhao Qing's mental value had dropped sharply, he immediately left his post and came here.

The clerk didn't know what spiritual props were. Seeing the familiarity of the two, he thought it was a serious doctor coming, as if seeing a savior: "Someone is dying. I don't know if it's a melanoma attack."

"It's not a disease or a curse," Xie Changli quickly checked his neck. "Living creatures, at least level C mental pollutants, may be contagious."

"No one is suitable," Qiao Meng appeared with a long knife in his hand, and as his thoughts compressed to the size of a dagger, he compared Zhao Qing's neck, "For C-level, you can cut off the connection directly, and try to dig out the neck first." piece of meat."

He also heard Zhao Qing's words in delirium, the blade had already started aiming at the skull: "If it doesn't work, we need a brain resection."

The clerk swallowed nervously, resisting the urge to run away: Why are doctors so violent now TAT

"No." Xie Changli flatly refused, and his head began to hurt violently again, and hallucinations continued to emerge.

He felt that the body that was still struggling under his hands gradually relaxed, and the mole on his neck seemed to flow, take root under the skin, and circulate along the blood vessels to every part of the body.

Xie Changli's voice was floating: "I feel that not only his brain, but his whole body is gradually turning into moles."

"Foretelling? Psychic?" Qiao Meng met his slack gaze, made some guesses, and finally chose to trust his judgment.

"Then, before it's too late, he can get out of the dungeon in an emergency." Jomont said, taking out the equipment with a faint golden light from his pocket. It was a pair of small white wings, "Angel Wings."

Xie Changli's employee handbook gives an introduction:

[A-level props: Angel Wings

A great choice to come home to in Paradise!

Where is heaven you ask?Unlimited Service Company of course! ]

Chomon: "The damage suffered in the dungeon will be repaired during the process of sending it back to Infinite Service Company."

As he said, the mole on Zhao Qing's neck shrank, and his eyes became brighter. Before teleporting away, he spoke very fast: "I can't remember when I was polluted, but the earliest symptom should be itching , black moles, and then the black moles turned into human faces, which brought cognitive confusion, and the place where the black moles were located would be mistaken for the brain, and then people would cut off their heads."

The transmitted light became brighter and brighter. After Zhao Qing explained the information, he smiled wryly: "This time, going back urgently is considered an early departure from work. Not only will the points be deducted, but there will also be three tasks that must be completed later. Brother Qiao, I will not follow you." At this time, you have to calm down and don't do it lightly."

"No need," Qiao Meng put his arms around his chest, noticing that Zhao Qing kept looking at Xie Changli next to him, and narrowed his eyes unkindly, "Are you worried about others?"

Zhao Qing: No, I'm not worried about Brother Xie, I'm worried about the person who troubles him.

"Don't worry." Xie Changli suddenly promised, "He will keep calm."

Qiao Meng suddenly turned his head to look at Xie Changli, if someone else promised to help him keep calm, he would have drawn his sword long ago.

But instead of Xie Changli, who looked at him coldly and indifferently, Qiao Meng's original anger dissipated inexplicably.

It seems that whenever he meets the owner of this name, he subconsciously wants to lower his head and make the most docile and submissive gesture.

That is the instinct of absolute loyalty honed by that person himself under His Majesty's seat.

"Are you..." Qiao Meng looked at this sweet trap, and suddenly understood why the two partners died without hesitation at the scheme of Infinite Company.

However, when Xie Changli saw him put away the knife, he stopped paying attention. Instead, he fished out Du Ya, who was still nestled in his arms, and looked at the clerk who was gradually regaining consciousness.

The power of Unlimited Service Company is invading this dungeon world, and the traces left by the former employees will be erased. The small employees will not remember what happened just now, let alone know that they know a cook named Zhao Qing.

Xie Changli analyzed the situation: "When I was brought into the interrogation room, I saw that he started to have itching symptoms. Before that, the most likely source of pollution he came into contact with was the dead body."

"The death of the head chef." Chomon pondered. "It's more and more like a sexual sacrifice, offering animal sacrifices of different human symbols, and awakening a certain terrifying existence."

that existence...

"The brain is not below, the brain is not in the middle, the brain is not divided into five extremities."

Xie Changli's mind came up with a passage in the notebook with a slanted font, combined with what happened just now, he got some insights.

Perhaps the consciousness of the person who wrote this sentence has been disturbed, it is difficult to distinguish the correct location of the brain, and it is necessary to repeat this sentence continuously to confirm.

However, considering that this passage can only be seen clearly by lying on the paper, I am afraid that the person who wrote this sentence could not correctly distinguish between the hand and the brain at that time.

So, why is there such a content in the psychiatrist's notebook?Did someone else borrow this notebook and die, or did he narrowly escape?

If he managed to escape from death, is there a way to deal with this mole?

The time for the first relic exploration has arrived.

All the bigwigs gathered in the meeting room, including the captain who came to pay attention to this project that was likely to make a breakthrough in their current predicament.

The screen in front of him was still dim, and there was no signal yet.

He Ping reported the situation: "The drone has been launched and is steadily approaching the ruins without any hindrance."

There are also soft discussions.

"What makes people into bubbles doesn't seem to work on machines."

"Is it a screening mechanism? Is it possible to judge living things and non-living things through infrared?"

"Or some unknown deep-sea creature."

Xie Changli sat at the bottom, observing everyone's expressions, his eyes resting on Ding Hu who suppressed his irritability between his brows and eyes - he was paying attention to his wrist.

Not only did the itching on his wrist not decrease, but it became more and more intense. Ding Hu stood up under the growing anxiety: "Captain, I'm going to the bathroom."

The captain nodded.

Xie Changli touched Du Ya's feathers on his legs, and Du Ya immediately understood what he meant. Taking advantage of the concealment of the black feathers, he slid across the ground briskly and followed Ding Hu.

Finally freed, Ding Hu quickly took off his gloves and roughly tore off the gauze, revealing his bronze-colored skin that still had no red marks.

The only difference is that the small mole I saw that day quickly expanded from the size of a mung bean to the size of a peanut.

pollute?curse?disease?

It cannot be restricted by the universal gauze, which means that this unknown is at least C-level, and it is likely to be related to the main thread of this instance.

Ding Hu couldn't help thinking of Zhao Qing whose existence had been wiped out, maybe it was because of this mole.

He broke out in cold sweat for a while, and hurriedly passed the news to He Ping, but he didn't notice the pipe above his head. Du Ya also saw clearly the ever-expanding mole on his hand, showing a frightened expression.

Fuck it, contagious.

Du Ya can't wait to plunge into Xie Changli's arms now to seek a sense of security.

In the conference room, the deep-sea drone had already arrived at the target location and began to send information back and forth, and one photo after another was slowly refreshed on the screen.

He Ping noticed Ding Hu's departure, feeling a little uneasy, but there was no flaw on his face: "At present, we have reached the designated point and cannot break through the barrier. We are shooting along the periphery."

The first image is loaded.

It was a ruined wall, the small stone house had been washed away, and some things were scattered on the nearby ground.

Someone suggested: "Zoom in, there seems to be some tools."

The picture is enlarged, and several clear tools appear in front of everyone.

"Stone knives, stone spears, tools of the Stone Age."

"Why is the civilization that built such a big city still stuck in the Stone Age?"

"We humans are very likely to be the most advanced civilization. Maybe they can build such a large city, but they just found something that we don't know yet, like the outer protective cover."

"It's also possible that the deep-sea pressure caused them to evolve animals that were different from ours and were better at building."

Geologist: "Go and see what's going on with those lights."

A picture of a nearby light was sent.

"Unknown fish, bioluminescence."

"Not an energy source, nor something like a light bulb."

"And some are naturally glowing rocks, perhaps fluorite."

A few more pictures follow.

The geologist frowned more and more tightly: "At present, it seems that this civilization is very backward."

"In the era of hunting and hunting, there were no traces of farming and animal husbandry. The tools used were mainly stone tools, and there were no traces of other energy sources." The chief sentence was like a knife. A natural phenomenon that does nothing to help us solve the shield problem."

"Look again," insisted the geologist, "perhaps it's a system of civilization that we don't understand."

The chief snorted: "We are engaged in scientific research, not science fiction. For your little fantasy, how many resources are we going to consume that are now extremely precious."

He Ping gasped: "They found a different building."

New pictures pop up.

It was a circular building, five meters high, split in two from the middle, and a large number of stone slabs were scattered on the ground, all of which were written with characters that they had only half interpreted.

Someone keenly noticed the light in the gaps in the building: "There seems to be light there."

What came next was not a picture, but a shot taken by a drone in a position where it could face the light.short video.

The moment the video came out, the audience was silent, and almost everyone's eyes widened, their faces full of disbelief.

Several rays of light shoot out from the corners of the ruins of the building, refract and interweave in the water, and finally form the continuously playing picture.

From top to bottom, from left to right, symbols representing words pop up one after another to form a complete sentence.

Xie Changli sat up straight, and the hallucinations he desperately needed surged like a tsunami again, dragging him into the writing system of this deep-sea civilization along with severe pain.

After a brief silence, everyone unconsciously raised their voices, discussing almost eagerly:

"True Civilization!"

"Water curtain projection technology!"

The geologist smiled: "It is impossible to cross here from the Stone Age. This is a civilization like ours. This is a civilization development system that we don't understand yet."

"Yes."

The chief's face darkened, and he heard Mo Daocheng, the scientific research assistant beside him, suddenly interjected, turned around suddenly, and looked at the young student with fearful eyes.

Mo Daocheng opened his mouth to ask questions, asking questions that they hadn't noticed in the joy of discovering the new world.

"A civilization as powerful as ours was destroyed by what? Why is there only such a relic left?"

A look of worry quickly appeared on everyone's face.

He Ping broke the ominous tranquility: "I have compared the text with the comparison table compiled by linguists. The general translation is as follows."

Xie Changli was immersed in hallucinations, and he spoke subconsciously, but his unrecognizable voice happened to be in sync with He Ping——

Later people, dangerous!leave!