Alien Relic Hunter

"But you also said that the condition for activating these floor tiles is the flesh and blood of the corpse. But the problem is that we don't have anywhere to find the second corpse." Thirty-three is confused.

"Ze Luo, can you make the clone simulate into a corpse and then be absorbed by the floor tiles?" Ke Lan asked.

Although the loss of a clone will have a certain impact on Ze Luo's strength, this impact can be recovered over time. Now they want to activate more stone tablets, and they can only use this method.

"I'll give it a try." Ze Luo separated a clone from the main body, and then let the clone kneel on another unactivated floor tile, imitating the way the corpse was eroded before, and put his cheek against the inscription.

Ke Lan waited for five minutes, but nothing happened.

"Strange... is there something wrong?" Ke Lan was a little confused.

"By the way, Ze Luo, is this clone of yours... really simulated as a corpse?" Thirty-three asked from the side.

Ze Luo's clone still maintains Ze Luo's original appearance. Apart from her dull expression, there is no difference from her original body. There are no mutations or extra organs on her body.

"It's just that the appearance has not changed. The internal structure of the body is exactly the same as the corpse that was just absorbed by the floor tiles." Ze Luo said, "As for why the floor tiles cannot be activated, I don't know."

After saying that, she turned her attention to Ke Lan.

"Probably...it's because the corpse you simulated is 'merely superficial.'" Ke Lan said with some uncertainty.

"It's just an appearance? What do you mean?" Ze Luo didn't say anything, but Thirty-Three was very curious.

"The most critical point for a human being to transform into a corpse is that the degree of erosion exceeds the critical value, attracting the attention of 'him'... Dan Zeluo's clone only simulated the body of the corpse, but the clone itself is Nothing has been eroded.”

"Then what should we do?" Thirty-three curled his lips, "Is it possible... you read the inscription on this floor tile to her? No, this won't work. Logically speaking, the clone is controlled by the main body. If the clone is corroded, the main body will not be spared at all."

"Well, this method won't work." Ke Lan nodded, "Then we can only try 'Plan B'."

"Do you have a plan B?" Thirty-three was stunned for a moment, "What is the content of plan B?"

"Use my blood." Ke Lan replied, "Anyway, my body is probably only one step away from 'super erosion'. In terms of the degree of erosion, I am much deeper than these erosion bodies. Maybe I The blood activates these tiles."

After saying that, Ke Lan walked to an unactivated floor tile, stretched out his arms forward, and rolled up his sleeves.

Taking into account his body's abnormal recovery ability, Ke Lan did not choose to cut the skin with a knife blade. Instead, he found a syringe used to prepare medicine, broke off the needle, and inserted it directly into the radial artery in his forearm. .

Unlike venous blood that flows slowly and is darker in color, the bright red arterial blood shoots out almost like a water gun. When Ke Lan deliberately contracts the muscles in his forearm to squeeze the blood vessels, a large amount of blood instantly flows out. It was sprayed on the floor tiles below, dyeing the black-gray floor tiles a color between brown and red.

The material of this floor tile seems to be highly absorbent. The blood Ke Lan sprayed on it was quickly absorbed by the floor tile, and the edges of the blood stain quickly returned to dryness.

But the floor tiles remained unchanged.

"It seems like it's still useless." Thirty-three glanced at the shadow reflected on the breathing mask from the corner of his eye, and shook his head with some regret.

But he discovered at least one thing: if you don't look directly with your eyes, but observe the inscriptions on the floor tiles through the reflection of the mirror or glass, it seems that you won't have the splitting headache symptom.

"It's possible that the amount is not enough." Ke Lan relaxed his forearm muscles slightly, driving his heart to pump out more blood - from the beginning of the "blood surge" to now, the amount of blood he sprayed on the floor tiles was too small to say the least. There are over a thousand CCs. If it were an ordinary person who was not very strong, he would probably have stars in his eyes and his face would be pale.

"You're not planning to empty your body of blood, are you?" Thirty-three said in astonishment, "You...can your body bear it?"

"At least it's not a big problem for now." Ke Lan kept relaxing and contracting the muscles in his forearms, desperately squeezing out the blood in his blood vessels - his special physique not only gave his body a strong ability to repair itself , the hematopoietic function has also been greatly enhanced. Ke Lan even felt that the bone marrow inside all the bones in his body was emitting a faint burning pain. This was because a large number of new blood cells were being produced, filling the bone marrow. "The unique feeling.

(P. S. Actually, the author doesn’t know what it feels like when the bone marrow produces high-speed hematopoiesis. I’m just writing this based on my feelings... However, when I was undergoing chemotherapy, I had a particularly severe reaction to the white blood injection injection. It was as if a knife was scraping the bone marrow. It was so painful. I bit off two back molars. The doctor said it was a side effect that occurs when white blood cells are produced in large quantities, so I think it would be similar when other blood cells are produced in large quantities at an abnormal speed...)

The amount of blood "squeezed" out has exceeded 3,000 CC, which is almost the entire amount of blood in a normal human body... Even Ke Lan couldn't help but feel a little breathless, just when he thought this method would not work. At this time, the inside of the floor tile, which was completely soaked with blood, finally lit up with a dark red light spot.

"It works!" Thirty-three, who was facing the floor tiles and staring at the inscriptions with a small mirror, excitedly waved his fist, "The floor tiles are responding!"

The speck of light inside the floor tile seems to be condensed by the blood sucked into it. It is flowing slowly. As more blood seeps into the floor tile, wisps after wisps of dark red light are emitted. The "silk thread" extends from this light spot and spreads to every corner of the floor tiles.

The material of the floor tiles gradually transformed into a translucent texture. Combined with the dark red blood threads inside, it looked like a gemstone called "soapstone". A "soapstone" of such large size and good quality, In the old era, I'm afraid it would have fetched a sky-high price.

Gradually, the floor tiles began to no longer absorb Ke Lan's blood. The blood splashed on the surface of the floor tiles no longer penetrated, but flowed along the surface of the floor tiles into the grooves at the edge... And the inscriptions on the floor tiles also Changes are finally starting to happen.

"Success?"

Ke Lan's heart moved and she pulled out the needle on her arm. The huge needle hole healed quickly, and the process of connecting the scab was omitted, let alone scarring.

This feeling is as if Ke Lan's arm was made of clay. After pricking a big hole, just dip it in water and stroke it twice, and it will immediately return to its original state.

Even he, after outputting such a large amount of blood, could not help but feel a little shaky at this time... Fortunately, Ze Luo created a space barrier behind Ke Lan in time for him to lean on, which made Ke Lan have no feet. He sat down softly on the ground.

After taking two deep breaths, Ke Lan held the needle in the palm of his hand and stared at the inscription on the floor tiles intently.

However, this time, the changes in the inscriptions on the floor tiles were somewhat beyond his expectation.

The order of all the characters has changed, but only a few characters form a meaningful sentence. As for the remaining characters, they are piled together in a mess, just like a bunch of meaningless garbled characters. There is no way at all. read.

Ke Lan looked at the only meaningful sentence - the meaning of this sentence was very simple, it was a question: Who are you?

"who I am?"

Ke Lan's first reaction was to look around. He suddenly felt like he was being watched, as if something was watching him in the dark and communicating with him through this floor tile...

But he quickly calmed down - the reason why the floor tiles issued such "questions" may simply be because there was "something wrong" with the blood used to activate it.

Otherwise, if there is really a "watcher" observing this square, he will ask "Who are you" when the first floor tile is activated, instead of throwing out a large number of tiles in one go? The pile of secret information was enough to shock Ke Lan into confusion.

After thinking about it again and again, Ke Lan was more inclined to think that his blood activated the "interactive function" hidden in the floor tiles.

"Just assume that the questioner is this floor tile...but, how should I answer?"

Ke Lan inadvertently cast his eyes on the messy inscription characters. He soon discovered that his eyes could actually control these characters. He just needed to focus on one of the characters and then move his eyes. This "locked" The characters will also move.

Soon, Ke Lan pieced together the same question: "Who are you?"

The floor tile did not give an answer, but directly disrupted and erased Ke Lan's question, and emphatically made the first sentence "Who are you" flash a red light, as if to indicate to Ke Lan Let’s answer this question first.

"How should I answer this question?" Ke Lan couldn't help but be stunned.

First of all, I definitely can't answer that I am Ke Lan... The name or identity of a human being is meaningless to the floor tiles of Alpha Civilization. Even a member of the Undead Crew Association may be just a person whose technological level is far inferior to Alpha Civilization. The members of the ruling body of their own lower civilization are not even as special as the queen bees in the bee swarm. At least, the latter's body shape and appearance are hugely different from ordinary worker bees.

What should be said? Earthling?

Ke Lan was in trouble... because he found that he didn't know how to express the word "Earth" in the language of Alpha civilization. It would definitely be wrong to directly separate the word "Earth" and translate it as "ground, planet". The adjective often used to describe the Earth "a planet with a large amount of liquid water on the surface" is not suitable either - there are too many planets with liquid water in the universe. For a civilization capable of interstellar navigation, this adjective cannot be used Specifically the earth.

Among other things, there is a large amount of liquid water on the surface of Alpha Planet.

Moreover, many of the characteristics of Planet Alpha are similar to those of Earth. Many of the adjectives used to describe the Earth can also be directly applied to Planet Alpha.

Of course, the most accurate way is to express it in terms of its position in the universe, such as "the third planet in the Orion cantilever solar system of the Milky Way"... But the problem is, what are the "Galaxy" and "Orion" in human terms in the Alpha civilization? But it may not be called this name...

Ke Lan took another look at the floor tiles. He found that the red light inside the floor tiles was dimming little by little. Obviously, the activation time was limited. If he couldn't answer the floor tiles' questions in time, then all the blood just shed would be in vain. .

Ke Lan never thought that one day he would encounter such a problem: he didn't know what words to use to describe who he was... or what he was?

If that doesn't work, just answer "intelligent creatures from another planet", but I don't know what kind of response the floor tiles will give.

But this answer is likely to lead to the worst situation: being directly judged as an illegal intruder by the other party, and then activating the defense mechanism in the square or the tower... With the technology of Alpha Civilization, the mechanism to defend such places, Its power should be enough to kill the three of them instantly, and even Ze Luo may not be able to escape.

This question seems simple, but it is very likely to be a "problem".

"Send one's life" in the true sense of the word.

While Ke Lan was thinking hard, a "word" he had heard before suddenly flashed in his mind.

To be precise, it was the "vocabulary" in the Alpha civilization language that he had "heard" with the help of other people's "ears".

In the Mewtwo video, the remnants of the Alpha civilization guarding the ruins of Engine 92 once mentioned a word to the soldiers of the 776 Special Forces Team - "symbionts".

Translated into Chinese, it is "symbiotic person", but in the language of Alpha civilization, there is also a special word used to express this meaning.

Ke Lan thought for a while, no longer hesitated, moved his eyes around the messy inscriptions, and spelled them into a phrase.

"I'm a symbiote."

This sentence was quickly erased, but Floor Tile immediately responded: "Since you are here, it means that our plan has been successful. At least, it has been half successful."

Is the plan half successful?

Ke Lan looked at this new sentence suspiciously. What does the "plan" here refer to? From a literal point of view, could he be considered part of the plan?

Or are the "symbiotes" part of the plan?

"What's the plan?" Ke Lan asked immediately.

This time, Floor Tile did not remain silent, but gave an answer: "The Night Watch is prohibited from revealing the details of the plan to any symbiote. Once the symbiote knows the content of the plan, it means that he knows the plan. Content."