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The blood was so thick that the soldiers' bullets immediately lost their momentum when they hit the blood water, and they were so densely suspended in the liquid that it had no effect at all. The corpses that were engulfed in blood were also quickly decomposed and turned into a part of the blood, and even if the living fell into the blood water, they were assimilated in a matter of moments, and the scale of the blood expanded far beyond the amount obtained by decomposing the human body. It's like it's reproducing itself.

The attacks and deaths of the soldiers could not stop the attack of the blood, and these strange bloodwaters became more greedy and ferocious.

I floated in the blood, slowly lifted up, the blood entangled around my body, it was hard to move my limbs, and it kept pouring into my left eye frame, making me feel like I was about to melt. I should have been afraid, but when I thought that this pool of blood was Zhenjiang, the thought of resisting was like a cloud of smoke. I thought, it's okay, it's okay to melt, but I'm not melting, I'm in a state of detachment.

My vision was completely dominated by a deep, intense red, and I could barely see the outside world. Even without breathing, blood began to roll in from my mouth, nose, ears, and eye sockets, but I didn't suffocate, I just felt bad, as if I had inhaled pure liquid oxygen. The rich ** smell surrounds me, soaking my internal organs, it seems that there are countless tiny compound eyes circulating **, and every structure of the body is clearly emerging in my mind.

In this sight, my body was like an amber full of blemishes, cracks, and dark spots, but these disgusting-looking places were fading away.

"What the hell is this!" I heard people outside shouting, "Retreat!" Fall back! ”

The gunfire became more intense, but as if it had returned to the light, it quickly died out again, leaving only the sound of rushing water. By the time my vision returned to normal, there was no longer a single figure left in the hall, only a pool of swamp-like red liquid tumbling and pounding against the crunched door, and then gradually subsided.

My body lightened, and the blood that bound me scattered as if it had lost its strength, and I fell to the ground, the scarlet blood that was already submerging my knees.

"Mae?"

As if hearing my call, calm blood poured back. Not only was it pouring back, but it was compressing, and the blood that had spread all the way upstairs was constantly flowing back and squeezing, gathering a ball around me that was only one person high. I reached out and touched the scarlet ball of blood, its consistency almost solid, elastic, and the rhythmic beating of a human heartbeat.

I subconsciously realized that Mae was coming back.

Sure enough, the blood cells shrank again, deformed, and twisted into the shape of a human body. Starting from the soles of the feet, a layer of skin quickly opens up, spreading to the thighs in the blink of an eye, followed by the waist, chest, neck and brain, and the facial features also emerge. The two eyeballs swirled in their sockets, and when they stopped to stare at me, their long, silky black hair grew.

But after breathing, Mae appeared in front of me again. It was indeed Mae, her indifferent expression, her eyes staring intently at me, her deep and cold, crazy and rational, gorgeous but piercing aura, all proving her uniqueness.

She stood naked in front of me, her long and silky hair hanging down, and she had an intoxicating elegance more than ever, like the strange and cruel hostesses of the castle who dwelled in the boudoir, full of fantasy and wisdom.

"Long time no see, Achuan."

"Welcome back."

I stepped forward and hugged her tightly, my greedy breath of her. Although I am sure that I have never lost her, when she actually stands in front of me, I still feel the excitement of being lost and regained.

"What happened?" I asked her.

She didn't answer, just kissed me deeply, her tongue stirring in my mouth, sucking my tongue and saliva, and it took more than ten seconds to let me go.

"Don't be afraid, I'll always be with you." She said, "I love you. ”

"Yes, we will always be together." I affectionately said to her, "You freak out the hell about me. ”

Mae gouged out her left eye again, I knew what she was going to do, and I didn't resist at all. She placed her eyeball in my left eye socket as I had hoped, and I felt the pain of that eyeball growing on my head again, and this time I was happy to do it. By the time my left eye vision returned, her left eye had grown again.

For her and me, this was a more sacred ritual than the exchange of rings.

I put my coat on her, and luckily it was long enough to cover her body, but it didn't fit in size. Her huge **, slender thighs, full of temptation to expose part of the air. Although the soldier who had been dissolved by the blood left behind her clothes, she had no intention of wearing them.

Mae was able to come back from the dead, probably because of her superpowers, but I still don't understand what the nature of this extremely weird superpower is.

Think about it deeply, what exactly is Mae?

All human intellect, memory, emotion, and personality depend on the brain for its existence, and I have never heard of a special case. However, Mae's resurrection from the dead broke this law.

The amount of plasma that far exceeds the amount required by the human body, the incomparably thick plasma, the living inhuman form, even if there is only one eyeball left, can be restored to its original form, and it does not seem to be missing in the factors that make up the existence of "Zhenjiang". The qiē she made didn't look like a human at all, but something that was parasitic in my body through a guò transplanted eyeball.

Has she completely reconstructed every structure and detail of her brain? If so, where is the incalculable amount of money needed to rebuild the brain? Or is it not the brain that she uses to preserve her intellect, her memories, her emotions, and her personality?

From the cadre training center of the Doomsday Shinrikyo Sect, the madhouse number 999, code name "Jiang", a severe psychopath, the main personality "Zhenjiang", the split personality "Zuojiang" and "Tomoe", known as the "ultimate weapon", this is what I know about her origin.

From these numbers and nouns, it can be seen that Mae has a very important meaning for the Doomsday Shinrikyo Sect, but after she escaped from the mental hospital, she was not immediately arrested with high intensity, why is this? Or is Mae's actions also part of some mysterious plan of the Shinrikyo cult of Doom?

Perhaps, only a return to the psychiatric hospital where she used to live can solve these headache-inducing mysteries.

But no matter what, she's right now by my side, depositing zài my ** in a form I can't recognize. I have to protect myself, not only for myself, but also for the sake of Mae in the true sense of the word. I habitually stroked my left eye, and after the second transplant, it was perfectly integrated with my body, and I no longer felt the abnormality I had before.

"What about Billy? Is he really dead? ”

There was a kind of shame, regret and pain that haunted me like a ghost. In a life-or-death moment, I thought of the same way to save myself, and perhaps Mae also sensed this and sacrificed Billy.

My memory is extremely clear, and in Mae's relay, the gate reads:

I saw the Lamb break the seal, and a red horse came out, and the knight took up his authority, threw the ring on the ground, and said in a voice like thunder, "Come!" The people went up bravely, and from then on there was no peace on the earth, and people killed each other.

Among the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the knight of war rides a red horse, and the ring he throws down makes people kill each other, indicating that selfishness and treachery are the source of war.

That is, in the choice implied by that door, I turned my back on the faith of my "companion".

"I had to do it, I didn't think of Billy as a companion in the first place." -- Thinking about it made me see my own selfishness, and my heart ached even more.

I wondered more than once what would happen if I had to choose between myself and Mae next time. Are you eligible for real "companions" and "comrades-in-arms"?

Some people may say that the choice given by the gate is unfair in itself, but I can't help but torture myself in this way.

In any case, I won't be able to sleep peacefully for a long time from now on.

Mae didn't answer my sloqué and started gnawing her nails again, and she looked like she was having mental symptoms starting to flare up again. She seemed a little restless and restless, but fortunately she was still coherent when she spoke.

I don't know if her situation will worsen, and I pray that it won't, because I'm afraid of a more dangerous situation ahead.

Hidden behind the cannibalistic gate, the guardians of this ornate secret room are not very good. The previous elite units had already proved this, and this time, the restored humanoid Mae was probably unable to make that kind of strange attack again.

Once again, I looked back at the wall that was supposed to be the gate, and until this point, I still couldn't understand what had happened to me. Things happened so fast that I thought it was a secret base built by the Shinrikyo of Doom itself, but at the end it turned out that it didn't seem to be like that.

The origin of this underground labyrinthine building is gradually shrouded in a veil.

The altar disguised as part of the passageway, the prophecies of the Knights of the Apocalypse, the last words of the victims, the rusty and strange powers, and the cannibalistic gate......

How much does this have to do with the fact that Shinrikyo chose this place as the final node in the construction of the Advent Circuit?

I can't help but wonder if I'm really in reality at this time. I'd rather this qiē be nothing more than a nightmare of bad night.

This cult is by no means what we imagined at the beginning, and it only entered the city not long ago. The scale of this base is so grand and mysterious that it must have taken them a lot of thought to analyze and transform it.

Access to this palatial chamber is through the gate of Guò, where there must be some important clue hidden.

I wonder if the people who went to the other passages suffered the same fate, and how many of them would survive?

I tried to contact anyone else out there, but as I guessed, there was no news.

The empty hall is chilling, like the jaws of monsters, waiting for the unsuspecting adventurer to enter.

Staying there is no way to do it.

"Let's go, Ajiang." I pulled myself together and moved on, and Mae followed me, her condition really deteriorated, and she fell into that self-trance again, drifting like a ghost.

I'm going to search the rooms on the first floor before moving on to the second floor. The elite soldiers retreated from the second floor, that is, the first floor was much weaker in terms of combat power allocation. Maybe it's because there's nothing too important on the first floor, but maybe extra clues and supplies can be found.

At least give Mae a clean set of clothes.

The hall is symmetrical, with a herringbone staircase flanked by corridors leading to the deeper part of the hall. I chose the path on the right and walked until I reached the end, which was a half-zigzag corner that looked like it led directly to the left. There were no enemies coming, and perhaps they were deeply troubled by the plasma that Mae had turned into; Perhaps we are secretly watching our actions in the hope of giving us a thunderous blow; Maybe I can't wait to see me and Mae step into the trap of the room.

I have no doubt about the capabilities of the enemy's chain of command, and from what we encountered before and after entering this base, it can be seen that the other side is calm, and we are indeed in trouble.

The pulses shouldn't be able to destroy the equipment here, but I don't see any monitors. I'd rather think they're hiding too much and being overly careful than believing that they're not there.

There are eight rooms in this cloister, six on the left and six in the corridor, and two in the turnaround. As a matter of common sense, the rooms in the left and right corridors don't matter.

According to the original plan, before entering the door of the different color of the turnabout, which seemed to be more "important", first look for anything useful in other rooms that do not seem very important. However, the door was electronically locked, and it needed to be identified by an ID card, so I kicked it hard. The doorway is unusually sturdy, and although it has a wooden texture, the heel of the shoe makes a metallic sound when kicked up.

I returned to the hall, retrieved the ID card from the soldier's clothes, and tried one by one, finally opening one of the rooms. Surprisingly, this room is not the imaginary duty room or soldiers' dormitory, but a modern and advanced office appearance, with air conditioning and computers still running, dry and a little stuffy at the same time.

There were clearly surveillance devices in the four corners of the room, and I did not hesitate to shoot and destroy them.

There was a cabinet against the wall that looked like a locker, but inside it were guns and bullets. The warheads of these bullets are flat, slightly dented to the touch, and the body is the length of a little finger. I poured it into the trunk and unexpectedly recognized: a high-velocity bullet with an R-700 rupture warhead.

I replenished all the high-velocity bullets in my suitcase and rummaged through the workbench and drawers. Except for some personnel information, there are some sophisticated, mind-stirring numbers and drawings, and large pieces of foreign language, but it can still be judged from some familiar words and graphics that it is probably about "electronic devices", "biochemical drugs", and "genetic research". Some of the images are disgustingly abstract and almost scientific.

The content of all these materials is beyond imagination, and from my meager knowledge, these materials in my hands are like a rigid patchwork of knowledge in various fields.

Although I still haven't graduated from high school, I've tried to get my hands on college professors' papers, so I think these things are some initial ideas that a group of junior researchers have come up with. However, when I saw a draft of the outline of a bottle, I immediately doubted its own judgment, and I carefully flipped through the documents, also in different foreign languages, as if in code, and I was finally convinced that it was a relevant document about the psychedelic "paradise" distributed by the goat's union.

Just this one drug, there is a big stack of materials, I can't take it all with me, and I don't have enough knowledge to judge which ones are the key, so I just don't take anything.

Maybe there's something saved in the computer.

I move the mouse on one of the computers, and the password box pops up after the screen saver ends, as does all the computers that are still on. While it looks like it's heavily protected, it's actually surprisingly easy to crack. To my surprise, the graphical interface of the system looked a little different from what I was using, but the kernel was the linu system that I was familiar with. The person who configured the system obviously didn't pay much attention to security.,And there is no permission to modify it.,Maybe I forgot about it.,Maybe I don't think so.,In short, I can directly enter the virtual terminal after logging in.。

I do the command directly from the terminal interface, and although I'm not a computer whiz, I use this system for many years because of my interest, so it's not difficult to query, arrange, and bring up hidden documents in ordinary ways. These computers are not connected to the global network, but they have a local area network, so I suspect that they are likely to monitor my operations through the main server. If that's the case, the other party can completely delete the sensitive information beforehand, which means that all I get is what they let me get.

But maybe the other party will also be careless because of my age and think that I can't use this operating system.

Anyway, I immediately disconnected the internet and started checking the data on my computer.

There is a lot of professional software in the system, a lot of it needs to be connected to the Internet to get it from the switchboard, and the local host doesn't have any important information on file, but I found a map of the room.

The building is larger than I expected, ostensibly only two floors, but the doorway at the hall turnaround leads to a larger area in the shape of a mushroom, with a lift path underneath that leads to the inner subway. Although the area through which the subway passes is not marked, it is estimated that it is likely to be the bottom of the hall at the initial entrance, depending on the direction. In this way, the enemy's headquarters is indeed located underground in the initial hall, but it cannot be reached directly from the hall, and it must be transferred through the passage.

The Security Service misjudged the base.

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