After the release, tiredness rushed towards Helo like a wave.

As the heavy eyelids were about to stick together, a strange noise penetrated Helo's eardrums. Bursts and bouts, intermittently, like the noise of electricity. Helo moved his fingers in a daze, and lowered the volume, but the noise became clearer in his eardrums.

Now he was shocked and woke up suddenly.

He wasn't sure if he was dreaming, it sounded like ...... The sound of a person's breathing.

Helo looked down at the electronic diary in his arms, and found that it had already turned off automatically, and the screen flashed with a sign that the battery was exhausted, and cold sweat broke out from his back in an instant.

He immediately unplugged his headphones, but doing so only exacerbated the sense of terror that permeated the air—for the sound was not from the diary, but from behind him.

A distorted air pressure seemed to form behind him, sucking him into the bulkhead behind him, or... The bulkhead had become a soft texture, pressing close to his back. The damp air gently brushed the base of his ears and the back of his neck, as if someone was touching the side of his neck, as if kissing and teasing......

But this delusion is all too real. It's like there's really someone behind him.

The blood seemed to burst out of the surface, and the young man's fair skin turned redder from the nervousness, and he stiffened his neck and turned around.

The bulkhead was translucent like frosted glass, and a figure faintly appeared behind it, the outline of the five fingers stretched out only a stone's throw from his face.

Heloh shrank back, and the whole person rolled off the bed to the ground. The vision in front of him disappeared without a trace, and his eyes seemed to be temporarily blinded, and everything he could see was pitch black.

He tried to stand up, his palms touching the ground, but he sank into a cold, sticky liquid.

What the hell? He shook his palm, smelled a special fishy smell, and couldn't help frowning.

It tastes like ...... Semen-fluid.

"Pop ......"

A strange voice came from close range, and Helo traced the location of the source and cast his gaze under the bed.

In the narrow and deep gap, a little light flickered.

Round ...... Like a peeping eye.

He sprang up from the ground, turned on the light on the mechanical bracers, and made command gestures with his fingers extended, transforming the bracers into a fist with spikes. If his fist hits a human at this time, it can easily shatter the opponent's muscles and bones. Sayero's vigorous and ferocious figure in the fight ring suddenly flashed in front of him, and he was instantly filled with courage. He crouched down, aimed his arms into the gap, and clenched his fists.

But it was so empty that not even a snake could get into it. The ground was also dry and clean, and there was no liquid except his own shadow. Only the zipper of his crotch is ajar, as if silently mocking himself, a qiē merely a terrifying sexual fantasy in the stress of space after his overindulgence.

The distorted air currents in the small space had dissipated without a trace at the moment, but the feeling of being disturbed by someone still lingered on the body, pervasive.

Helo subconsciously clenched his arms and felt goosebumps on his body. This seems to be the only evidence that this is not a nightmare. Pulling out a few tissues from the paper drawer next to the bed, he wiped himself down, changed into a pair of clean pants, fell back into bed and combed his messy hair, and gradually came to his senses.

Maybe it's because I'm crazy about Sayero, or maybe .........

Wrong!

It's that guy!

He rushed to the next door in a few steps, kicked open the hatch and threw himself on the bed, holding down the guy who was sleeping like a dead pig, and punching his fist against his head. Ando was taken aback, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked at the person pressing on him for a long time with a pair of slender fox eyes, before he yawned lazily, took out his glasses and put them on.

"The ...... Going? ”

He pulled away his murder weapon with one finger and propped himself up, looking like he was overindulgent.

Helo bent his knees and pressed him back to his stomach, bowed his head and asked viciously, "What concentration of type B antibiotics did you give me?" Did you add other ingredients to it? ”

"Normal dose......" He scratched his head, looking at a young man with silver hair who was about to stand on end for a moment, his gaze slid from the neckline of his half-open nightgown to the hem of his baggy trousers, the corners of his eyes under the lenses twinkled with a revealing coquettishness, and one hand rested on the other's tight back.

"It's definitely not enough to make you excited like this in the middle of the night, like an aphrodisiac......"

The young man on his body raised his fist.

Dodging the ensuing attack, Ando instinctively retreated, trying to twist the wrists of the man on his body in an attempt to counter him. But Helo's face was expressionless, and his slender pair of beautiful legs were tightly twisted against him like two flexible pythons, and with a little effort, Ando heard a slight gurgling.

“KU―SO！ It hurts, ahh

I felt like my ribs were going to be choked, and the man's face was twisted and distorted.

He had studied judo for a few years, but he was definitely not as good as Helo, who grew up with Sayero. After his own physical enhancement surgery, Helo was activated like a dormant Trojan horse, and this weak little beauty turned into an untouchable femme fatale overnight.

He still remembered how Helo had killed the strips that had blocked their deal one by one, and his way of killing people was a one-hit killing, first sneaking up on the tendons that cut the enemy's ankles from behind, taking the opportunity to cut the arteries in the legs, and then taking the heart straight to the heart, that set of actions was exactly the same as Sayero's fatal moves in the fighting ring, God knows when this kid stole the teacher, maybe he used to come to see Sayero's performance every time.

He really regretted operating on this kid!

"Sir, if you want to soak me, I can't stand it when I come up and ride, I just squeezed out this little stock last night..."

This move is a nirvana. Ando was satisfied to see that the face of the young man who had no sexual experience changed slightly, and he stared at the thing in his hand and was stunned, and his face turned red for a moment.

"Japan's latest A goods, if you want, I can borrow it from you, if not, I'll teach you?"

Heloh slammed his fist on the pillow, and the hand on his lower back moved inch by inch to near his ass.

Then pinched it.

He put away his mechanical gloves, rounded his arms, knocked the thug out with a single punch, and dug through his messy medicine box a bottle of barely able to resist the after-effects of an antibiotic overdose.

It turns out that the consequences of drinking a whole bottle of amino acid drink are extraordinarily exciting.

Before leaving, Herlo could barely stand still for a moment, more nervous than the white eagle, and he drove at full power in the anti-gravity hovercar, almost plunging headlong into the sand, and scared Ando, who was in the back seat of the car, into a porcupine-like scream, and put his hands around his waist, making him suspect that the punch in the morning was not heavy enough.

However, this somewhat eased the sense of oppression brought to him by entering the Devil's Mountain Group.

In contrast to the towering Jurassic trees, these cylindrical white mountains resemble a labyrinth of the sky and the sun, and in contrast to them, they are like a group of tiny ants living in two-dimensional space, and if it were not for the navigation system, they would have lost their way in it.

Following the instructions of the navigation system, they ascended one of the Devil's Mountains and reached their target location at the top of the mountain. The moment they saw the scene at the top of the mountain, everyone couldn't help but be amazed by this strange geographical formation.

At the top of the hill there is a depression in the basin topography, filled with a translucent purplish-red liquid, and the inner wall of the basin is condensed with a layer of ice-crystal-like sediment, which looks like a crystal cup filled with red wine.

But the surface of the "lake" is so calm that one can give the illusion that it is not liquid, but a jelly-like gelatinous solid. The lone wolf threw a stone into it, and the ripples it caused proved that it was indeed a lake.

The light of the star shining on this one was not as bright as the daylight, and the penetrating power was not strong, so they had to turn on all the searchlights on the horse and aim them at the surface of the lake. The light shone into the depths, outlining a silhouette as large as an ancient beast. It was an aircraft carrier ten times larger than a normal warship, and I don't know how long it had been sleeping here.