I, The Three-Body Wallfacer, Create The Containment Foundation

A series of questions.

The tone of several soldiers was obviously a little bad.

Because they already have enough evidence to prove that the dozen or so researchers who disappeared in the base definitely have a great relationship with this Nils Yale in front of them!

After a period of investigation, they easily came to this conclusion!

However, what they didn't understand was why Niels Yael would do these things?

You must know that even the soldiers with guns like them know the name of Dr. Yale. This is the assistant of Taylor, the number one wall-facer in the United States!

Nils Yael still had the blank expression. He was holding the key, and the key ring was already covered with slime on his hand.

"I'm going to keep forgetting..."

"The hyperbolic non-Euclidean geometry of the '1512' structure...."

"I've come to understand."

"I've gradually been able to untie it..."

He continued to walk forward, as if he was about to open the door.

Seeing this scene, several American soldiers looked at each other, and their eyes turned cold!

How is it possible to let him go?

Anyway!

Take them back first!

Suppressing the nausea and stench, they stretched out their hands and grabbed Nils Yael's thin body.

It was full of mucus, and almost caused the soldier in the lead to spit it out, but he still took a deep breath to suppress his nausea and opened his mouth.

"Dr. Nils Hyer!"

"We seriously suspect that you are related to the disappearance of sixteen scientific researchers at the nearest base!"

"Please come with us... Falk!! What is this!"

Just halfway through the conversation, the soldier who was holding Nils Jayer screamed!

As if he had been electrocuted, he frantically shook his hands!

'Clap! '

A piece was thrown out by him.

Everyone hurriedly looked, and suddenly their pupils shrank!

because..

That is a piece of human skin! !

The gray and black mucus covered the skin, like pigskin, sticking to the wall, exuding a very strong stench!

"what is this?!"

The pupils of several soldiers shrank, they looked at the skin on the ground in horror, and then turned to look at Nils Yael.

That was the skin on Nils Yael's shoulder.

About thirty centimeters of skin on his shoulder was torn off.

Instead, it was a distorted pattern.

It was a reddish-brown, smooth and mottled substance, very similar to the roots of some kind of plant, each root had many branches, and there were dozens of branches within a distance of only about thirty centimeters.

These things seem to be alive.

They are constantly breathing, and secrete gray mucus, and slowly wriggling under the skin.

These things curled up in an incomprehensible pattern, much like a piece of human brain, placed at the shoulder.

But it is clear that this brain seems to be all over Nils Yael's body.

A small, indistinct noise continued to emanate from behind the broken skin.

The heads of several American soldiers suddenly buzzed.

After hearing this sound, their heads stopped working as if they were hit by something at the same time!

What is this?

How is this going?

What's going on with this Nils Yael...!

tentacle?

slime?

brain?

Their limbs suddenly became weak.

With a plop, they fell to their knees on the ground.

It can be felt that the ground seems to be vibrating under this small noise.

'tick'

'tick'

Dark red blood fell.

They touched it, and then their scalps became numb!

That is their blood.

Their facial features began to bleed, and there was a buzzing sound in their ears.

The faces of several American soldiers turned pale.

"what!!"

They screamed, and subconsciously wanted to get up and back!

However, they were horrified to find that instead of standing up, they were lying on the ground forcefully!

What's wrong! !

They are terrifying!

Soon, they reacted, almost subconsciously wanting to draw their guns.

However, no matter how they reached out, they just couldn't reach the pistol!

It is obviously pinned to the waistband of the trousers, how could it be! !

The eyes of several American soldiers were bloodshot, and a wave of despair surged up!

Because they found that with the passage of time, the entire ground seemed to be covered with that gray-black slime!

The mucus had a stench that made their brains tingle.

They feel that their facial features seem to be shifting.

Unimaginable scorching pain came from their limbs.

These slimes seem to be unimaginably corrosive.

Their skin that came into contact with the mucus was festered and burned almost immediately, exposing the scarlet tendons and muscle blood vessels underneath.

"Ho...ho...ho..."

Several American soldiers screamed and wanted to call for help, but found that their throats had been filled with gray-black mucus at some point!

As if drinking the smelly magma, their throats and throats were completely ruptured, and even blood could not flow out!

Do not!

Do not!

What's wrong!

They were extremely panicked, their scarlet tendons strained, and they wanted to leave with both hands and feet. The tenacity of life supported them with their last breath.

However, to their despair, instead of retreating, they were moving towards Nils Yael!

They even did it themselves, crawling forward on the ground! !

However, in the face of all this, Nils Jayer didn't care at all, and still stood there blankly, as if he didn't see everything around him at all.

save...

help me....

On the mucus-filled ground, several festering human bodies were twisting and crawling.

They want to stay away from Nils Jael.

But no matter what, they are constantly moving forward.

Like moths to a flame.

The lights in the corridor flickered, flickering, and the dark night enveloped the corridor.

Their eyes are dissolving.

Their skin is peeling off.

Their facial features are distorted.

Their muscles are crumbling.

Their bones are corroding.

Their traces are fading.

in a minute.

All traces of their ever existence are gone.

Whether it's a pistol, a skeleton, or a suit.

All were corroded by the gray-black slime.

The air was filled with an extremely strong stench.

While doing all of this, 'Nils Yael' didn't do much at all.

His eyes were empty, and he seemed to realize it after a long time. He came to the torn skin, picked it up and placed it on his shoulder.

More than a dozen twisted tentacles grew out, but he opened the door of the laboratory with a key as if he hadn't seen it.

A strong stench came over the surface.

Inside were dozens of dead bodies.

While doing everything, Nils Jayer never took his eyes off his thick notebook.

"The hyperbolic non-Euclidean geometry of the '1512' structure...."

He muttered in his mouth.

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