Monster Collector [Unlimited]

In the hallucination, Xie Changli entered the library of the peak era of deep sea civilization.

Countless books are densely packed in the ring-shaped building, overlapping and piling up, all the way to the sky.

This is the treasury of wisdom of an entire civilization, and the light of the minds of all the great characters shines in this building.

And he seems to have become a member of this civilization that worships knowledge and reason, and he is also the most important role among them. He sits on the top of this treasure house, and his words and deeds can affect the overall situation.

At this moment, his whole body exudes a blue light that symbolizes thinking and melancholy. His slender, fragile and transparent tentacles slid across the slate, leaving rows of symbols with ease.

It appears to be a diary:

"Deep sea calendar 3560 years, 12.8

The situation is getting worse, doomsday cults are parading in the streets again, beliefs against reason are taking root in this city, and there is nothing we can do. "

Xie Changli's perception protruded from the window of the library, and many jellyfish exuding a red light representing anger clustered together and danced tentacles crazily on the street, and invisible sound waves spread outward from them, as if shouting The slogan of death.

His tentacles moved, the blue light on his body became deeper and deeper, and the traces of writing left behind became deeper.

"Deep sea calendar 3560 years, 12.28

More and more bad news came out, and I had to consider making this proposal to the Twelve Elders that would destroy everything.Do I really have to do this?Maybe I will be a sinner? "

"Deep sea calendar 3561 years, 1.8

Once upon a time, our civilization conquered the deep sea, the land, and the starry sky, we were high above, and we enslaved other species, but now we find that everything is nothing but illusion. "

"Deep sea calendar 3560 years, 1.25

Our territory is getting smaller and smaller, and our sanity is disintegrating bit by bit, to the point where there is no escape and no retreat.I only hope that this most decisive decision can seal that demon, even if it means the destruction of this city.As for the sinner, let me do it. "

The picture seemed to be distorted and trembling for a moment, and the illusion in front of him was dimmed, and was torn apart by a bright light.

Xie Changli felt that the hallucination was about to shatter, so he barely concentrated, saw his tentacles raised again, and tremblingly wrote five words on the slate:

"We failed."

Xie Changli groaned unconsciously, recovering from the pain that almost crushed his brain, cold sweat was already drenching his back.

What is it that brings destruction?Mole or Doomsday Church?How did they come up with a way to die together?

There is also the last sentence that makes my heart chill-we have failed.

"Doctor Xie's condition doesn't seem to be very good." He Ping handed him a cup of hot water beside him, with deep meaning in his eyes.

Xie Changli held the water glass and waited for it to cool down, his brows and eyes were full of tiredness: "I'm a little hypoglycemic."

He Ping said, "Really, I thought Dr. Xie had some insight into the current situation."

At this time, the drone exploration has been suspended, and the meeting room is full of noise, eagerly discussing the line of text they translated.

"Is the translation of the language wrong? The water curtain projection in the library should be a publicity or notification column."

"Perhaps this civilization once used the library as a shelter in the event of a major disaster, but when this civilization suffered a catastrophe, the library was no longer valid, and there was such an external notice."

"It may be to warn those of us who excavate the ruins that the thing that destroyed this civilization is too terrifying. Even the energy shield is not to protect themselves, but to protect us, the descendants."

The chief listened to their discussion for a while, then turned to the captain and said firmly: "Because we cannot be contacted, the headquarters will inevitably send a rescue team, we just have to wait. Besides, the current resources on the submarine can last for three months. If we rashly explore the ruins, even if the thing that caused the destruction of civilization is gone, our resources will definitely not be able to sustain it."

The captain frowned after seeing the warning sign. He knew very well that there are many things in the deep sea that humans cannot and cannot touch, and he was more willing to act cautiously. He turned his head: "What do you think?"

On the left hand side, after the projection appeared, the geologist looked at the screen in a daze, and looked at him when he heard the question, his eyes were obscure, and he just nodded: "I know what you think, stop exploring, but don't stop thinking about it." The photographs we took and the research documented in those tablets above the ground."

The chief clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, and wanted to kill his opponent with a few words, but unexpectedly the other party spoke calmly this time: "Chairman, I have been against you for so many years...it is better when we were studying together."

"Before you went abroad?" The chief didn't appreciate it at all, "I wish I could squeeze you out and take that spot."

Hearing these words, Mo Daocheng immediately remembered the gossip about the chief and the geologist becoming rivals: a pair of friends agreed to explore the path of truth together, but one of them went to another country, changed his major, and broke his oath.

Just at this moment, a crow screamed sharply from the door, followed by the panic of the crowd, the door was snapped open, and Ding Hu stumbled in with his hands dripping with blood.

The crowd behind him followed with screams: "Mate!"

He Ping's complexion rarely changed, he took a big step forward, and met Ding Hu's terrified eyes: "What happened?"

Ding Hu's left hand firmly grasped the wrist of his right hand, until the veins were exposed, but the other hand was still raised up uncontrollably, and at the same time, blood kept dripping down, almost forming a line, and ominous blood flowed on the ground. pool of blood.

The other staff behind him tried to step forward to control him, but were thrown away in the next second.

"I can't control my hand." Ding Hu's face was serious. He had already taken a lot of mental stabilizers when he found out that something was wrong, but it still had no effect.

With the appearance of a ferocious expression on his face, his right hand struggled to break away from the restraint of his left hand, and suddenly raised above his head, turning over to expose his wrist—on that wrist, there was a face that was exactly the same as Ding Hu's facial features!

Almost everyone present widened their eyes, shocked by the scene in front of them.

A knife mark almost ran through the entire wrist, leaving a scar of flesh and flesh between the eyebrows and eyes made of black moles, penetrating three points into the flesh, which shows the determination and ruthlessness of the attacker.

"That's not my head, that's not..." Ding Hu clasped his head with the other hand, muttering to himself, his eyes flickering.

He Ping also ignored the requirement of maintaining his current identity, and several props for purifying pollution appeared in his hands instantly, and he did not hesitate to use them to Ding Hu.

The light shines brightly, He Ping reckons that mental pollution below grade B can be eliminated, however, this mole is not affected at all, and even jumps upwards in this light, the blackness reaches the elbow in an instant!

The light in Ding Hu's eyes was completely extinguished, his left hand, which was holding his head, turned to hold his right hand, and the black mouth on his wrist opened and closed: "I found it, this is my head, hahahahahaha."

The next second, the weird laughter stopped, and the eyes in the facial features made of black moles slanted to the left side strangely, staring at the original brain: "What is that? What is that? What is that!"

Three times in a row, one sound was heavier than the other, and each sound more frightening and angry.

Ding Hu was originally a decisive person, after asking three times, an iron lock appeared on his left hand, and he wanted to strike it down without hesitation.

This blow was powerful, once it was hit hard, the whole head would be disintegrated, and the brains would be scattered.

Without hesitation, He Ping activated the assassin's personal skill, and in an instant he came behind Ding Hu. He swung the first knife, and he caught the blow of the iron lock. The next second, the blade turned and slashed straight at Ding Hu's right elbow.

Xie Changli didn't make a move. Seeing this with cold eyes, he couldn't help but admit that He Ping was a character who made a decisive and ruthless move. At the same time, he frowned and reminded: "No!"

However, the knife tore apart the muscles and bones like cutting tofu, and half of the right arm drew an arc in the air and fell to the ground.

When He Ping met Xie Changli's gaze, his heart tightened, and he had a premonition that something bad seemed to happen in the dark.

Then, the other people who were stunned by the strange and bloody horror before let out another sharp exclamation.

He Ping hurriedly turned his head, and the blood in his body was half cold.

After losing half of the arm controlled by the mole, Ding Hu's eyes faintly lit up. He stood there blankly, but the skin on his face began to dehydrate, wrinkled, curled up tightly, and then clicked. The sound of bone shattering sounded.

Under the eyes of everyone, the hard skull seemed to be pinched and crushed by a huge force, and then it was ruthlessly compressed. It almost violated the law of conservation of matter and began to shrink until it finally became a piece on the neck. A walnut-sized blood red meat mass.

Ding Hu fell down suddenly.

The employee handbook landed beside him with a clatter, and was then ignited by an invisible flame, turning into ashes in an instant, and completely dissipated without a trace when the wind blew.

Ding Hu from the Freedom Labor Union is out.

The invisible rules began to work, and the corpse disappeared without a trace along with the memory of everyone in the dungeon. Only the three taskers present were cold-hearted.

A look of pain appeared on He Ping's face. No matter what, Ding Hu was his most tacit partner so far, but this time the dungeon was broken, it was like cutting off his arm, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

"Quack!" Du Ya fell from the pipe onto his shoulder, rubbed against his silver hair, and the feathers that exploded on his body hadn't been gathered yet, and instinctively sought protection from his thigh.

Xie Changli also had a cold expression on his face, not only because Ding Hu's fate proved that the moles he felt before had covered his entire body and the possibility of the moles being contagious, but also because he had just activated a personal skill— —

invalid.

The body of the tasker disappeared, and the copy continued to resume operation. The researchers packed up their things as usual, and decided to end the current drone exploration and sort out the known information first.

He Ping followed the geologist away, and couldn't help but look back at the white-haired and white-eyed young man who was overexposed: What information do you already have to just assert that my method is not feasible.

As for Xie Changli, after leaving the meeting room, he took out the employee handbook and glanced at it:

[The subject is not near the tasker, collection failed. ]

scientific research area.

The instruments were running tick-tock, monotonous and boring.

Technician A085 yawned, couldn't help but bent down, and stretched out his hand to scratch his itchy ankle.

"What did you pick up?" His partner A084 poked him in the waist, "Quickly measure this set of data, they are urgently needed there."

"Okay, okay, wait, I'll scratch the itch." Technician A085 reluctantly moved his hand away from the itching, sat on the seat, and unconsciously began to raise his feet.

"As soon as you said it, I also felt a little itchy on my back." His partner couldn't help touching the depression on the shoulder blade with a pen. "Help me see if I'm allergic?"

A085 opened his collar and looked inside: "No red or swollen."

Cast by the white light of the laboratory, the skin that has not been exposed to light all year round can be called fair, except for a little black under the shoulder blades.

It was a mole.