Silence, I didn't know what to say, he didn't pounce on me or whatever, acting unusually docile, utterly disproportionately docile to that horrible appearance. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Were you made like this by those researchers? If yes, move the right foot. I took a few deep breaths, tried to calm my heartbeat, and continued to ask.

He stepped on his right foot.

"Really? Are there more like you? I said word by word, although I was very calm, but in the face of such a scene, knowing that he was turned into such a terrible appearance by that group of researchers, knowing the facts of all this, I can not be angry, if I meet me now, I will go up and slap him.

It is impossible for anyone who still has a conscience and morality to be indifferent to such a scene.

He still stepped on his right foot, and at the same time his whole body trembled, and an inexplicable roar came from the mouth in the middle of his body, which he didn't know whether to call it a mouth, and the tentacles on his body shook violently, and it took a while for him to calm down.

Presumably he must have recalled the terrifying process of being transformed by others, now he has lost the ability to cry out of fear, and at the same time has lost the ability to confide in others, I can't imagine a person who has experienced such a transformation that is worse than death, how terrible it is to not be able to share his fear with the outside world, combined with his simple behavior now, I guess, he is now... I'm afraid I'm crazy.

Even... Even, his current calm is just a resignation after extreme madness, he must have resisted and begged to bypass, but none of this changed his ending.

He's still like that.

"Can you still tell the way? Take me where you came from, and I'll get you all out and kill all the researchers, no, all the people involved. "My voice was soaked with coldness, and there was no trace of undulating cold voices, I had never erupted so strongly with the killing intent to kill someone.

He suddenly screamed, and the tentacles all over his body slammed against the concrete wall, venting his emotions wantonly, and the sound was like a hundred people scratching slowly on the blackboard with their long fingernails, and like the sound of a terrible ghost returning to the midnight, squatting at the head of the bed and pounding a man's skull with a sledgehammer.

"Let's go! You lead the way. I whispered, trying to soothe his already broken mind, his movements slowed down, and at last he stopped, then turned his large, bloated body and walked deeper into the hallway, to my surprise, his speed was astonishingly fast, almost as fast as a normal trot, but not like a human running, he barely made any sound, and if it weren't for my fully strengthened body, with my previous hearing, it would not have been possible to hear such a small sound at such a close distance.

Layer after layer, he went downstairs faster, even faster than he could, not walking with the deformed soles of his feet, but choosing to roll down, I was not amused by his antics but a sense of empathy and sadness, and I clearly understood that his immediate desire now was to save people who had been reformed like him.

Three minutes later, at the top of a certain staircase that he had lost count of how many floors underground, he stopped, hesitated for a moment, and walked deeper into the dark and deep corridor, the light from the mark was so bright that it could not be more than that, what did it mean?

This means that there are tons of ghosts here! But when I put my hand at him before, the mark didn't show a noticeable reaction, so even though he looked more like a ghost than any other ghost, he was still a creature, not a ghost, in that case...

Where do ghosts come from? Could it be that the floor is still below here? I didn't think about this possibility for a while, and vigilantly followed him into the darkness, and then I also figured out one thing, that is, there was indeed an accident in this experimental base, otherwise how could there be no lighting? How could he let a modified body like that escape?

The corridor was unusually long, and along the way I saw a lot of metal doors, covered with dust, only the small glass window at the top of the door was still clean, but it was also dark inside, and I walked up to it and looked at it, but I didn't see why.

Finally, he stopped, and he was facing a metal door that had been opened, and the difference between this door and the door I had encountered before was that it was very, very large, more than twice as large as the previous one, almost up to the ceiling, and I saw him slowly go in, and then paused in the doorway for a moment, and continued to move forward, but his whole body trembled violently.

I looked past him, and with the red light of the imprint, I saw countless neatly arranged cabins arranged vertically, and some metal supported those cabins on the ground, such cabins... I looked to the left and then to the right, but I couldn't see the end at all, as if it were endless, spreading infinitely into the depths of darkness with raging malice.

He calmed down again, and walked straight forward, and I, who was shocked by all this, also followed, I couldn't imagine how many people were like him... Modified bodies.

A monster like him!

Those researchers...

I followed him into the corridor lined up in the cabin, the glass cover on the front of the chamber gave me the opportunity to see the alterants other than him, and I pressed my right hand to it, the red light reflecting off my retina the appearance of these people.

I didn't want to look any further, such monstrous monsters, almost completely unrecognizable that they were once a human being like me, their appearance was only manifested in the nightmares of the mentally ill, it didn't look like a creature that existed in the real world at all, I would rather think that they were a bunch of ghosts than that they were human.

But, they're real monsters... I can't deny that a monster is a monster that changes from people, I can only accept it.

Accept the brutal fact that they, really are, people.

"Alright, don't go." In this extremely oppressive environment, I couldn't help but speak, and he slowly turned around, his empty eyes looking at me from the bottom up, waiting for my next sentence.

"Why, I mean, is there a way to get you back?"

He slowly stepped on his left foot, I took a deep breath, I understood whether this meant or not, but he didn't, it didn't mean that there really wasn't a way.

"Those researchers, they probably know how to turn you back, should I go up to them first?" The only way to save them is to start by turning them into such researchers.

He stepped harder on his left foot.

Doesn't he want me to go to the researchers for a solution to save them?

"Do you think I shouldn't go? But if you don't go, you can't do it. I don't know what kind of complicated feelings I have, I quietly look at him, and step on him again and again.

Rejected me again and again.

Even when I stopped talking, he slapped his left foot on the ground in vain, until, until I saw a trace of fluid, a trace of moist liquid, from the deep sunken eye socket of his strange head, which no longer looked like a human head.

I know that he has now given up all hope, but I don't, if my inference is correct, I will gain all the power that was once taken away by my other personality, the power to control life at will, the biggest difference between me and my split personality is that I can still see the lifespan of a soulless material existence except for a person, and on this monster in front of me, there are three lifespans that are passing.

One is the life of the head, and there are three years, and the life of the mouth in a man's stomach is seventy years, and the last one is the life of a tumor-like thing on his back, and thirty years.

If, I mean, if I get the same power as my split personality, does that mean it can turn their time around? Returning their physical form to the physical state they had when they were human? Reducing the lifespan of that weird tissue to zero means that it will make them human again?

It's worth a try!

I made up my mind right away. I decided not to go to the researchers for the time being, but to go deeper into the ground, drive away those ghosts, improve the degree of integration, and gain more power, whether it is facing the researchers who may be armed with the force, or rescuing these people with my own ability, I will be more comfortable.

"I understand, I'm Wang Mosha, you wait here for a while, just a while, I've already figured out a way to save you." After saying that, I jumped on the spot, jumping nearly four meters high, and I slapped it on the ceiling.

"See? I am no ordinary person, and believe me, I have the power to turn you into human beings again! I must count when I speak, please wait for me for a while, okay? "I said sincerely, without any malice at all, and from the bottom of my heart, I wanted to help these unfortunate people.

He patted his right foot silently, but the tears welling up in his eyes showed that his heart was flooding with turbulence at the moment.

I laughed and exclaimed, "I look forward to seeing you as a human!" Don't run around, just wait for me right here! With that, I immediately ran out and ran to the ground, the place where my mark was getting brighter.