Monster Collector [Unlimited]

night.

Qiao Meng had just finished the maintenance task of the engineering department and walked into the sleeping cabin, when He Ping, who had been waiting for a long time, told him what happened in today's meeting room.

"So, what do you want to tell me?" Qiao Meng lazily clasped his chest. He was already at odds with people from the order camp, but it was because of the player agreement that he would not take the initiative to attack, so he didn't have much to do with Ding Hu's exit. grief.

He Ping suppressed his anger: "When are you going to take action against Xie Changli? Obviously he has obtained more information, and he doesn't know when he will find a way to end this mission."

Qiao Mengsu looked down on him, so he wanted to go around: "When I make a move has nothing to do with you."

"Brother Qiao," He Ping took a step to the left and stopped him, "Are you guarding the player agreement not to take the initiative?"

Jomon looked up at him, a cold light flashed in his black eyes.

He Ping knew that he had guessed right, and he didn't hesitate any longer: "I have a very important news to tell you."

Qiao Meng had already passed him by: "Not interested."

Under tremendous pressure, He Ping grabbed the corner of his clothes: "For the benefit of more people, you must take action to get rid of Xie Changli, this is in line with the exemption regulations of the player agreement!"

scientific research area.

The memory of Ding Hu has been erased from the mind of the NPC, and the researchers are now focusing on the hundreds of photos sent back by the drone.

In particular, there are still some scattered stone slabs in those photos. The relevant translation work has begun, but because of the loss of contact with the headquarters, the comparison table obtained is not complete, and the translation work is progressing slowly. Personnel attempted to translate.

Mo Daocheng has dabbled in many fields, so he naturally joined the project team, frowning, and began to speculate about the content of these pictographs.

"Alleviate... doomsday...disaster..." He tried to decipher, then paused at the tip of his pen, and quickly flipped out several pictures for comparison and verification. "This text symbol has multiple meanings. It is not only a disaster, but also represents black."

"Black, mole?"

Mo Daocheng stopped working, frowned and thought: So the mole should be the chief culprit for the destruction of this civilization. When the [-]-meter trench appeared in the extreme north, it was the time for the recovery of this disaster.

He picked up the original photo again, and reconfirmed that the symbol on it was similar to soothing, and his heart beat like a drum for a while-maybe this is an important prop to break the game, at least it can slow down the spread of moles.

Mo Daocheng immediately began to look for other photos near this stone slab.However, his authority is completely insufficient, and the only relevant photo he can get is this one.

Then he can only find the chief. He made up his mind, stood up from the workbench, turned around and was about to knock on the door of the chief's office.

Originally, he was concentrating on the work at hand and subconsciously blocked the sounds from the outside world. Now when he stood up, he realized that there was a strange cracking sound coming from the door.

Mo Daocheng became vigilant. After brewing his personal skills, the several props he carried on his body began to emit a faint light, and he approached the door cautiously.

The moment he saw the scene in the corridor clearly, he froze in place.If it wasn't for the timely sedation given by the mental stabilization item, Mo Daocheng would have jumped up and screamed and fled on the spot.

A researcher is coming down the hallway.

No, to be precise, his action cannot be called walking at all.

One of his legs was lifted above his head in a way that almost broke the strength of the ligaments of an office-sitting adult all year round, and he only hopped over with one foot.

The white coat rolled in the air with his movements, and the mark belonging to the scientific researcher A085 on the left chest was still shining brightly, but his originally solid rationality had been extinguished in his brain.

The scene that was very similar to that in the meeting room made Mo Daocheng instantly understand: it was a mole, and some NPCs had begun to be polluted somehow.

He took a quick step back and slammed the office door shut.

"What's wrong?" A researcher behind heard the voice and raised his head to meet his pale face.

Mo Daocheng's lips twitched: "The mole."

A few more faces raised up, blankly: "What?"

Mo Daocheng collected himself, his voice stagnant: "I want to ask, have you found any moles on your body?"

"I recently had one on my hand," replied the person who raised his head first, and began to scratch the back of his right hand with his left hand. "You still feel itchy when you mention it."

"Is it because the deep sea environment has an effect on the skin? I know that several colleagues have itchy skin these days."

As they talked, they all began to reach out and scratch the part where the mole appeared, and the movements became faster and more urgent.

Snapped--

Petri dishes were knocked over.

A hand was raised, and the mole expanded into a black facial feature that was exactly the same as the host, whispering: "This is not my brain..."

Mo Daocheng gritted his teeth and pressed the emergency button.

medical area.

Xie Changli didn't go back to the sleeping area, and just fell asleep on the sofa in the psychological consultation room.

In the middle of the night, he heard the sound of running and wheels rolling outside. He got up and walked to the door. As soon as he raised his head, he met the stern-looking Dedmond's eyes.

Behind him were three hospital beds, which were pushed by heavily armed medical staff, and the patient could be vaguely seen being tied to the hospital bed by restraint belts, struggling desperately unwillingly.

With just one glance, Xie Changli had a judgment: the mole had already exploded.

Dedmond shouted from a distance: "The lockdown has begun, stay away from the medical area."

Xie Changli backed away as he said, and looked through the small window on the door of the psychological consultation room, and saw another acquaintance.

Nothing happened, but Mo Daocheng, who was also in isolation, showed a wry smile: "Brother Xie."

Throughout the night, the noise in the medical area did not stop until dawn, when Dedmon finished cleaning and disinfecting, he knocked on the door of Xie Changli's room.

He had obviously stayed up all night, and his expression was tired, but what was stronger than the tiredness was the powerless despair.

Dedmond leaned on the sofa, sipping a cup of hot milk: "Tell me, is it possible that something hypnotized them, and even this hypnosis brought about physiological changes."

"Impossible, this is common medical knowledge." Xie Changli just got up, sitting opposite him, his uncombed long silver hair was hanging down casually, the ends were slightly curled, as if flowing silver moonlight.

Dedmond: "What if the impossible has already happened?"

Xie Changli stretched out his index finger to his lips in a silent gesture: "Shh, I shouldn't know the secret information."

Dedmond smiled bitterly: "You are also a member of the medical team, this is what you should know."

He seemed to have made up his mind a long time ago, and took out a non-disclosure agreement and some documents in a yellow kraft paper bag from his pocket.

After obtaining permission, Xie Changli opened the file, and the first thing he saw was a very impactful photo:

The patient, who was firmly bound by the restraint belt, was tense all over his body, and his body was arched to the extreme. The lifted hospital gown revealed the turned down abdominal skin, which was a mole.

The facial features it constitutes face the camera with an evil smile, and the mere sight of it makes people shudder.

"This is……"

"An unprecedented disease, we call it deep-sea melanoma mutation, or simply, black mole disease." Dedmond paused, "It is suspected to be contagious, and the transmission route is not yet clear. The first-level protective clothing seems to be effective."

Xie Changli flipped through the documents and asked, "Pathogens?"

"It's not clear yet," Dedmond rubbed his temples, and said almost gnashing his teeth, "At present, no microorganisms have been cultivated, and local samples have been taken for pathological examination, which are completely consistent with normal mole cells."

"Do you think psychosomatic diseases are caused by psychological factors, similar to chronic urticaria?" Xie Changli pondered, "Impossible, there is no case that is so serious."

Dedmond smiled bitterly: "Besides, they also have cognitive disorders. They will think that the facial features formed by the moles are their heads, and the moles are where the brain is. They may even want to cut off their own heads."

"Body Integrity Identity Disorder?"

"Maybe yes, the best treatment for this type of patient might be amputation, but what they can't identify with is their brain."

Xie Changli flipped through a few more photos of the patients: "Then fix them on the bed to prevent them from harming themselves and cooperate with sedation."

"No way," Dedmond clenched his hands into fists, his face full of unbearable, "They will dissolve themselves."

Xie Changli finally showed shock on his face.

"Or some kind of inevitable alienation process," Dedmond pulled out a photo that was saved separately from his arms, "A085, perhaps the earliest patient, has progressed to the end of the disease, and all his organs are automatically dissolving into liquid. The brain will slowly degenerate and finally become like this."

In the photo, only a walnut-sized lump of meat remained where the head used to be. One foot was raised high, and the black mole on the ankle smiled.

isolation ward.

Mo Daocheng didn't feel itchy for the time being, and he took the newsletter and talked in front of his teacher: "Perhaps, black mole disease is the cause of the collapse of this deep-sea civilization, and the line we saw on the library is a warning to future generations. be infected."

"Of course I know that it is too late to regret it now. What I mean is, since this civilization has already faced black mole disease, there should be a lot of related research results in its relics, which can help us."

"No, no, teacher, I'm on your side. I'm not some aggressive party. I have a basis for saying this. I have studied linguistics before, so after I got the translation task, I studied those slates. "

"Yes, in their text, disaster and black spots are the same symbol. In addition, there is also the word relief in the slate on that photo."

After nearly two hours of communication, the chief finally let go: "I will give you more research authority, and try to find a breakthrough."

Only then did Mo Daocheng heave a sigh of relief, put down the communication, and looked up at the white ceiling. From a distance, he could hear the wailing and howling of the patients in the next ward, and he felt a little bit of fear for a while.

He couldn't help clasping his hands together, thinking brokenly: "The Jade Emperor, Guanyin Bodhisattva, God Jesus, whoever of you speak up here, bless me, and let it die, don't die like that."

quack!The crow's strange laughter sounded.

Mo Daocheng sat up from the bed in a jerk, and when he looked up, he saw Du Ya coming out of the vent and sticking his head out towards him.

Thank you brother?

Just at this moment, the sound of the wheel turning was heard.

Mo Daocheng thought it was the nurse who came, and desperately gestured for Brother Xie's pet to go back. Pets are not allowed to come and go in the ward at will.

A clear and familiar voice sounded: "It's me."

With platinum-blonde hair pressed behind the protective clothing, and silver-gray eyes calm and calm, Xie Changli appeared in front of him.

Some people seem to feel a sense of security standing there, and Mo Daocheng can't wait to jump over and hug their thighs immediately: "Brother Xie, how did you get in here?"

"Infiltrating? I've always been a legal citizen," Xie Changli handed him his dinner and corrected him, "I'm also a member of the medical team."

Mo Daocheng didn't care about the details, he moved the lunch box to the side, clicked the mouse, and a row of slate pictures appeared on the computer screen: "Here, I found a way to restrain the mole."

That was a big surprise.

Xie Changli's expression softened slightly, and he became serious in the next second.

Du Ya behind him flew out of the air vent like an arrow from the string, and instantly expanded to the height of two people, with his wings curling, he sheltered the two of them under his body.

At the same time, the person hiding in the dark has already made a move——

The black long knife was as powerful as a bamboo, breaking through the crow's feather as hard as steel in an instant, and approaching Xie Changli!