Alien Relic Hunter

However, before they could recover from their shock, the "person" transformed from a lump of flesh collapsed in front of their eyes——

Yes, it is "collapse". Large chunks of flesh and blood peel off from its body, the intestines that have lost support flow out from the large hole in the abdominal cavity, and the organs riddled with holes continue to fall to the ground. …

The black blood was as thick as boiling asphalt, bubbling constantly. An eyeball was squeezed out of its socket and rolled to Ke Lan's feet.

In less than five minutes in total, this thing completed the process of transforming from a piece of meat into a "person", and then turned into a pool of pus and blood... Only an incomplete skeleton was left, with some vague traces of human beings left. Characteristics.

No one has ever seen such a scene. The strong smell of blood and stench in the air makes people feel as if they are in purgatory... No, maybe there may not be such exciting scenes in purgatory.

The hound sat down on the ground, his mouth wide open and unable to speak. He was the one who was shocked the most among all the people present - after all, that thing... that "person" had a face exactly like his.

It was like watching "one's" body collapse. A person with a slightly weaker psychological quality would have gone crazy on the spot, but looking at him, he seemed to be on the verge of losing his mind. Already...

"It... it... it... died on its own?" Leiton held it in for a long time before finally squeezing out these words through clenched teeth.

"What the hell is that..." the hound muttered, "does it... does it have my face...?"

"He does have your face, but it's not a ghost." Ivan suddenly spoke. He stared closely at the puddle of filth, his tone full of uncontrollable excitement, "Do you still remember your fingers?" Have you been scratched before?"

"What... do you mean...?" The hound was startled, "You mean... this damn thing sucked my blood and then turned into me?"

"There's nothing wrong with your understanding -" Ivan clapped his hands and said, "That thing is not a piece of meat... I guess it is actually a large group of undifferentiated primitive stem cells! I have never seen such a volume of activity. Stem cell group! And it also has extremely strong replication ability! It perfectly copies your human genes, and then continues to divide, multiply, and differentiate... and finally becomes another you! A miracle... No, this is definitely a miracle!"

Ivan clenched his fists, his whole face flushed, and continued excitedly: "As long as I can get a little specimen, this year's Nobel Prize in Physiology and Medicine will definitely be mine... No, there is no Nobel Prize anymore. What’s the point, I’m going to change the entire human race… We may even be… immortal!”

I thought that the first person to lose his mind would be the hound, but no one expected that Ivan would fall directly into madness... But what made him crazy was not fear, but huge desire... For knowledge and Unknown infinite desires!

"Doctor, are you okay?" Layton looked at him worriedly, "I don't understand what you mean by immortality, but isn't that monster already dead? It couldn't even maintain its human form for more than ten seconds..."

"No, no, no!" Ivan shook his head vigorously, "The collapse of the body is entirely due to excessive energy overexploitation through cell division and differentiation. Look -"

Before anyone could react, Ivan had already rushed over and picked up a broken bone from the pool of dirty blood.

With just a gentle blow, the broken bones turned into bone powder and scattered from his fingers.

"Due to the lack of calcium in the bones, the bones are extremely fragile, even for the elderly with osteoporosis... But what if we provide sufficient calcium when this type of cells differentiates into bones? Then the result will be completely different!"

"A miracle... that's not a miracle! Absolutely not! That's a monster! A monster!" The hound stood up suddenly and pointed the gun in his hand at Ivan. His whole body was shaking, but the hand holding the gun But it is surprisingly stable.

"Something's wrong... This is wrong..." Ke Lan, who had remained silent, shook his head. He always felt that something was wrong. Although the situation in front of him was already tense, it didn't seem to be the source of uneasiness... So what happened? What's wrong?

That piece of meat? It doesn't seem to be the case. Although that thing surprised him, it was far from shocking the mind. He didn't know whether it was because his nerves were too thick or for other reasons... In his subconscious, it seemed that he was not interested in this kind of thing. I have gradually gotten used to the mutation...

Is this already numb... numb... the antonym of numb is... sensitive? Yes, it is sensitive!

Ke Lan immediately discovered where his weird feeling came from - from the beginning, both the hound and Ivan had been too sensitive! Whether it was the fear and madness of the hound, or the fanaticism shown by Ivan that was completely inconsistent with his calm personality, their emotions seemed to be amplified several times by some invisible factor.

This behavior is exactly the same as that of a drunk person. Alcohol paralyzes the brain, inhibits the central nervous system, makes it difficult for people to control their own situation, and at the same time enters an extremely excited state - could it be because of Iraq? Where is drunk? impossible! With his alcoholic character, it was impossible for him to get drunk even if he drank a whole bottle of wine, let alone just a few sips. As for the hound, he had never even touched a drop of wine.

Or is there something wrong with the environment here?

The smell of blood in the air was still very strong. Ke Lan subconsciously took a few deep breaths, and a very hard to detect but real feeling of heat quietly came up, but before he could react, the heat had already dissipated. Intangible.

There's something wrong with the smell of blood!

The scene where the piece of meat changed just now was so terrifying that normal people would inevitably have their heart beat faster and breathe faster, which would cause them to inhale a large amount of this bloody gas. It was this gas that turned them into Look like this!

The air quality in the passage was tested when they came in. The oxygen content was sufficient, and no toxic or harmful substances were detected. In addition, the radiation dose here was so low that it was negligible, so they put on protective masks that would greatly affect their vision. I picked it off, but I didn't expect to be hit at this moment.

As for why Layton was fine, it was because he was a fourth-level modified person, and his body had extremely strong resistance to poison. It was reasonable that this kind of thing failed to have an impact on him.

"Stop it! Listen to me! Hold your breath, put on the protective mask, and don't breathe the blood-smelling air directly in the passage!"

"Why should I listen to you? Who are you -" Before Hound could say "what", Ke Lan had already hit him in the ribs with an elbow, grabbed his pistol, and then took it out He put his protective mask on his face.

"You mean... the smell of blood is poisonous? Are you sure? How did you know?" Ivan was still sober. Although he was full of doubts, he still put on the mask.

The hound was still struggling fiercely at first, but as time passed by, his movements gradually slowed down. Finally, he patted Ke Lan, who was pressing him to the ground, with a very tired voice. Said: "I'm fine...I'm fine...Oh, it's really crazy..."

Ke Lan and Leighton helped him up together. The hound rubbed his ribs and said, "I just felt... as if there was a stream of blood rushing to my forehead... To be honest, I I almost shot him, damn Tamar!”

"Actually, I think you were not normal just now. Old dog, I have known you for so many years. I have always known that you are a sharp-tongued guy. Even if you quarrel, you will never point a gun at one of your own... ...But just now yours made me feel very strange and strange, as if that puddle of rotten flesh had replaced you..." Leighton said with some emotion.

"Don't mention that ghost thing." The hound's body trembled slightly, "Um... Ke Lan, how did you find out about this situation? Also, why do you seem to be okay? I don't see you are wearing a protective mask now. ?”

"I'm okay. Although I have a slight reaction, it's not as obvious as you and Ivan..." Ke Lan replied. In fact, he himself didn't know why he didn't have symptoms of emotional loss. It stands to reason that the amount he inhaled was not It was a small amount, but the heat disappeared as soon as it appeared. There was no feeling of rising blood and qi as described by the hound.

Could it be that my physique is special? Ke Lan glanced at Leighton subconsciously... But he had never undergone biochemical transformation?