Gene from the 13th Department of Bright City

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In the dark and lightless wasteland of the barrier area, sand and gravel are flying at extremely fast speeds in the wind. At night, from 6 to 12 o'clock, it is the windiest time in the barrier area. Because the sun goes out, the air pressure It can get very confusing.

In a small dilapidated town in the wilderness, only a few places had a glimmer of light, and most of the people in the barrier area hid in dilapidated houses where they had rested.

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In a house whose four walls were fixed with templates and cloth wraps, there was a dim light. Frye was huddled quietly in the corner of the house. The right side of his body had become extremely thick, and lumpy pustules were clearly visible, and some The pustule has burst, and thick black water drips to the ground from time to time.

In front of Frye, there was a corpse. It was a male. It looked like he had been dead for a long time. At this time, the corpse was shriveled, and the skin was full of wrinkles. The black pus dripping on the ground seemed to be alive. Generally, he moved slowly towards the wound on the neck of the corpse in front of him.

Frye looked tired in the dim light. The skin on the right half of his cheek had completely turned black. The entire cheek was swollen and covered with black tube-like protrusions.

Two days have passed. After Fry penetrated Ji Mo's heart that day, he escaped all the way here. The wings of the biochemical armor had been damaged by Ji Mo. In order to quickly kill Ji Mo, Fry used the yellow god's weapon. The power was used to change the form of the lifeless metal objects in the biological matter of the armor's footsteps. Although it successfully pierced Ji Mo's abdomen, it also caused him to use multiple divine weapons many times before his body stabilized. Power.

The alienated cell stabilizer was gone, and Frye could only rely on willpower to suppress the alienated factors in his body that were already violently engulfing and decomposing normal cells in the body.

"ah!"

There was a crackling cry, and Frye opened his eyes slightly. A large amount of black water seeped out from the lumpy pustule on the right side of his body and dripped on the ground.

"Feel sorry!"

The moment he opened his eyes, Frye saw the cold and shriveled corpse on the ground. Frye ran to this small town that day. The situation was not that bad at that time. He quickly found a low-level man who had just returned from collecting food. The level mutant killed the opponent directly, and then successfully transferred some of his out-of-control alienated cells into the opponent's body through the leaked body fluids.

Frye wanted to get up, but he couldn't move. He had completely lost feeling in his right foot. It would be very dangerous for him if he continued like this. The black phone in his left hand was still on the phone, but he had never been contacted.

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The phone kept ringing, and Frye pressed the call button again. He could imagine the reason. The four guard stations activated large-scale signal interference. The reason was naturally that something had happened in the city, and he didn't want the barrier area to know, so he activated the signal. Jamming equipment, the only way the barrier zone can communicate with the inside is through radio signals. Once interfered with, it is extremely difficult to make contact.

He could no longer see anything in his right eye. When he opened his eyes this morning, Fry found that his right eye was completely black. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a violent tearing sensation immediately came from his right cheek.

"Are you going to die?"

Fry raised his head with difficulty and grinned. For a moment, he widened his left eye and showed a slightly crazy smile. His face was ferocious and twisted and trembling.

"No!"

Under the dim light, Frye's eyes were a little blurry. His head leaned on the floor, and his body began to spasm uncontrollably. His hands and feet began to lose control, and thick black saliva mixed with sticky saliva continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth. Come, the right leg that had lost consciousness began to shake.

Shaking from time to time, Frye's throat made strange and low sounds from time to time, like cries from hell.

A long and dark underground corridor. The stone slabs in the corridor were cracked, water accumulated in the gaps, and a fishy smell was mixed in the entire corridor.

Fry walked quietly in the corridor, flanked by cells with only bars on both sides. Hands stretched out from the cells, accompanied by bursts of howling, cursing and crying.

A hand with six fingers, pale and stick-like, with mud between the nails, Frye looked at this hand in horror.

"You are very fast, hahahaha."

A dry and hoarse sound came from the cell where the hand was stretched out, and Frye was pulled over by this hand.

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"You're going to die, you're going to die soon!"

In front of him was a woman with a haggard face, her face covered with pustules, her teeth black and incomplete, and her appearance strange and terrifying. She grabbed Frye and kept letting out shrill laughter.

Frye shook off the woman's hand, and the thick and fleshy hand behind him hugged his neck. Frye struggled violently. In the prison behind him was a bald, faceless man with black, jagged teeth. A bite hit Frye's right shoulder.

"ah"

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Frye opened his eyes in horror. Sweat was already dripping from his forehead. He was dreaming. He still couldn't see his right eye. The phone in his left hand still couldn't make a call. It showed that the call was automatically disconnected after 5 minutes.

Fry resisted the severe pain all over his body, supported his body, walked to a pile of liquid food scattered on the ground, poked one side of the liquid food with his left hand, took it over and opened his mouth roughly, Letting the liquid food continue to enter his mouth, he finished the entire can in a short while, picked up the water and drank it.

Accompanied by a violent gasp, Fry curled up and hit his head on the floor. Sweat continued to overflow from his forehead. However, the pain did not slow down at all, but intensified.

After a while, Frye was lying next to the body and laughed. Looking at the rotating ceiling, his consciousness began to blur again.

"Kill you, kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

Fry laughed and propped up his body. At this time, a large number of pustules were ruptured on the right half of his body. A black root-like object at the corner of his mouth quietly crawled towards the left cheek that had not changed. Frye looked ahead with arrogant eyes, as if he saw something.

"I can't die. I definitely can't die here, can't I? I didn't already agree, haha!"

With a snap, Fry fell to the cold ground and fell into coma.

Ding ding ding

Clone Fry held a triangular tuning fork and struck it with a small stick, and the tuning fork made a harsh tinkling sound.

"Go back to your room and sleep!"

In a long room with lights on, a large number of mental patients sitting in front of the tables stood up like zombies, swayed in a row, and followed Frye out of the room amidst the sound of knocking.