Alien Relic Hunter

In the dark, he seemed to be able to feel that his Heavenly Spirit Cap was covered with a sticky layer. He tried to reach out and grab the top of his head——

It was a fleshy hose covered with mucus and covered with large and small lumps on the surface. Ke Lan could feel that there was something squirming inside the hose, and when his hand gradually began to As it tightens, the frequency of its peristalsis also begins to increase.

Ke Lan suddenly discovered that its frequency was exactly the same as his own heart rate. At the same time, a feeling of suffocation quickly came over - as if what Ke Lan was holding was not a fleshy hose, but his own neck. .

Although it became increasingly difficult to breathe, Ke Lan did not let go of his hand. Instead, he continued to increase his strength and pull out the tube——

The tearing pain came from his scalp, which reminded him of the story told by the hound, about the secretary whose hair was caught in the tank tracks... He felt that every hair in his body was feeling overwhelmed. Moaning, blood pouring out from every pore...

"Hiss..."

Suddenly, Ke Lan felt a sudden light in his hand, and the feeling of suffocation disappeared without a trace in an instant. Only the pain in his scalp still existed... He opened his eyes, and blood flowed from his forehead and into his chest. Inside the eyes, the vision was blurred red.

Ke Lan raised his sleeves and wiped his eyes, and then he saw clearly that he was in a cave full of fluorescent fungi.

It's also a cave. Compared to the wide cave filled with square stone pillars in the dream, the space here is obviously much smaller.

And in this space, there is something extremely unexpected - it is a huge deformed sarcoma hanging on the ceiling of the cave. This sarcoma is more than ten meters in diameter, and its surface is covered with the remains of the incisions that have healed. Scar, dozens of pale fleshy hoses hang down from the back of the sarcoma, and one of them is held in Ke Lan's hand.

The hounds and others are also in this cave. Their eyes are open and blank. Their limbs are swinging stiffly, making weird and funny postures... Everyone has a head attached to their head. A fleshy hose. The ends of these hoses split out like nerve endings and produced countless tentacles as thin as hair. These tentacles wrapped their scalps and pierced the front ends into the skin. Ke Lan lowered his head and glanced at himself. On the one in his hand, two or three centimeters at the end of the tentacle were dyed red with blood, showing how deeply it penetrated.

He took out a bottle of hemostatic spray, sprayed it twice on the top of his head, and then walked towards the others.

There were a lot of debris scattered on the floor of the cave, including rappelling ropes, shell casings, body bags, compressed dry food wrappers... and several empty syringes.

Martin was dead, but the cause of death was not disembowelment... but gunshot wounds.

His eyes were wide open, and black and purple blood flowed from his nostrils and mouth. He was shot six times, and the locations where he was shot were basically the same as in the dream world.

Ke Lan sighed, then walked to the side of the hound, first pressed the hound's shoulder with one hand, and then used the other hand to grab the fleshy hose attached to his scalp.

The hound seemed to feel something. His body struggled a little, but soon became quiet, and even sat on the ground on his own initiative.

Ke Lan took a deep breath and began to pull out the tube with force.

The hound's face began to show an expression of pain, and his body began to twitch involuntarily, but he still sat firmly on the ground without any resistance.

Ke Lan pulled out the tentacles that pierced deep into the scalp bit by bit. As more and more tentacles were pulled away, blood began to seep out from countless pore-sized wounds, along the hairline. The gaps flow down.

Finally, when the tentacles and the hound's scalp were completely separated, the hound let out a cry of pain, and then gasped for air.

"Huhu...Ke, Ke Lan? This...is he awake this time? What the hell did you do to me? I feel like my scalp is about to be torn off by you."

"Well, this is what's causing trouble." Ke Lan pointed to the giant sarcoma on the roof of the cave, and then pointed to other people who were still trapped in the dream world, and then put the pulled out fleshy hose into the hands of the hound, "Just plucked from your scalp."

"Is this the ghost thing?" The hound stretched out his hand and touched the top of his head, but only touched blood on one hand.

"Martin is dead. If we could have realized earlier that it was a dream within a dream, maybe nothing would have happened to him." Ke Lan pointed to the body in the corner and said.

"Alas..." Hound sighed, "Speaking of which, I should be the one who beat him to death."

There was no incision in Martin's abdomen, and there were no traces of penetration on his body. The monster and the scene with intestines flowing all over the floor were completely fictitious, but the bullet that hit him was real. of.

"Everyone has his own destiny, there is nothing we can do." Ke Lan stepped forward and reached out to close Martin's eyes.

"What should we do with this thing? Blow it up?" Hound pointed at the large sarcoma on the roof of the cave and asked.

"If we blow it up directly, I suspect the entire cave will collapse." Ke Lan shook his head, "Don't deal with this thing in a hurry. Let's wake up the others first."

"Speaking of which, after you sat down just now, you felt as if you had fallen asleep. Layton and I waited for you for almost ten minutes, and found that you were not even breathing in the dream. I knew that you must be Escaped," said the Hound.

"Did you feel it when I pulled this thing out for you?" Ke Lan asked.

"A little bit, but it wasn't obvious at first. Then I couldn't breathe, my limbs twitched uncontrollably, and then even my consciousness began to blur... Oh, and there was pain. The pain was really unbearable. "It's like someone is pulling your hair and tearing your entire scalp back... I want to tell you to be gentle, but no sound comes out of my throat." Hound described, "Wait until I When I could breathe again, it was over... To be honest, it was like a drowning person being finally pulled out of the water. To be honest, it was a little bit...refreshing."

Hearing this description, Ke Lan couldn't help but glance at the hound and complained: "I have heard before that there is a perverted game that involves suffocation to obtain pleasure. Old dog, you don't have this hobby, do you?"

"Fuck you! Shut up, no matter how fucking comfortable I am, I don't want to experience this kind of shit again." The hound shouted angrily, "Hurry up and put the heads on the other people first. The tube has been removed, and I have told them in the dream that no matter what happens, never resist, just take care of yourself."