Indescribable cyberpunk

"New news, from Miss Olivia."

The virtual screen on the window vibrated, and the sound of the smart broadcast reached the ears of Zhu Jue, who was watching "The Book of Dekian" in the studio while monitoring the gentleman's residence.

"read!"

A door away, Zhu Jue's voice sounded a little low.

"I am reading the information, Zhu Jue. There is a new situation in the cult in Hesai Town. Come to the Archaeological Association, right now."

The cult problem in Hesse Town did not end completely with the return of Zhu Jue and Olivia. After all, there were a large number of local cult members, and only most of them appeared in the battle in the tavern. Moreover, it was normal to leave those monsters alone. , some things within this cult also need to be further verified. The sudden disappearance of the terrifying monster deep in the swamp cannot be treated as if nothing happened.

After these two days of searches by the Archaeological Association, Olivia, as the main investigator and person in charge of the case, received many follow-up reports from the Archaeological Association's investigation team, so she immediately informed Zhu Jue, hoping that he could go there with her. discuss.

"Reply the message, I'll be there soon, help me prepare a dinner."

Too lazy to take out his phone, he simply asked 1103 to reply to the message for him. He immediately put the "Book of Dekian" into his handbag and then stuffed it into his pocket. He waved in the direction of the bed and hung half of his body outside the bed, trying to pick up the milk with his tail. The wind chime of the cup jumped out immediately.

"The success of special biological parasitism depends on whether the state between the parasite and the parasitized can be balanced. Once a rejection reaction occurs, it will cause extremely serious consequences. Modern biotechnology does not support humans trying to coexist with parasites. It is not that technology is impossible. It's not worth it, because compared to parasitic technology, we have more mature prosthetic modifications and biochemical modifications. In fact, I don't mind if you waste too much time on parasitism."

On the suspended light screen, the gray-haired old man expressed his opinions. Although his words were carefully considered, his meaning was straightforward.

In front of the screen, the gentleman closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat.

"The reason why I paid so much money to find you is not to let you tell me how difficult it is to be parasitized, but to ask you to give me a solution. I will give you a week. If you can't do it, tell me in advance."

He picked up the ancient tea cup engraved with exquisite patterns and took a sip. The gentleman waved his hand to close the light screen, sat upright, and his eyes fell on the transparent cabin in front of him. After his cultivation these days, he noticed the gravel on his face, which was the size of an ordinary dog. His expression became much more relaxed.

Prosthetic transformation?

Biochemical modification?

These two methods can greatly enhance combat effectiveness. The gentleman knows this very well. However, his goal has always been to pursue the liberation of his soul. Only if he is confused will he try these methods. He must ensure that his soul is pure, and If he wants to enhance his combat effectiveness on this basis, the ball of gravel in front of him is undoubtedly the most suitable thing he has encountered in these years.

"How can I master you?"

After moving forward a short distance, the gentleman propped his chin with one hand and lightly kicked the cabin with his toes.

As soon as he finished speaking, his pupils quickly contracted, and he subconsciously sat up straight. The gentleman clearly saw that the gravel in the cabin seemed to understand his words, and his originally still body suddenly became distorted.

Just like a cobra swaying from side to side to the sound of the flute played by an Indian snake dancer, the sand snake transformed from gravel was also swaying, and after a while it attached to the bulkhead and began its second shape change.

"H-U-N-G-E-Rhunger!"

Seeing the gravel spelling letters one by one on the surface of the cabin, the gentleman's face turned red with excitement. He slapped the seat handle with his left hand, turned to the door behind him and shouted loudly,

"Go and prepare a raw steak for me!"

"Yes, sir."

Someone outside the door replied.

"You really have your own consciousness. Even a wanted criminal was able to get your help back then, which means that it doesn't require too harsh conditions for you to be a parasite. No matter what he can give you, I can definitely give you more. ,better one!"

The gentleman hopes that the gravel will make demands on him. As long as he can communicate with it and gain its favor, he is willing to pay no matter how high the price is!

The brightly lit dawn city center.

"You have to give him something sweet. He can't always be lifeless. It won't be good if he is sold as waste. Calculate the time. He will be unchained in two days. He will have to fight with that guy afterwards. Make preparations in advance. ,understand."

There was no one around, Zhu Jue put his hands in his pockets, looked at the Archaeological Association building in front, and said to himself.

I entered the association building with my consultant ID. It was now nine o'clock in the evening, and most of the employees in the association had already gotten off work. The corridor was empty, with only the green plants under the lights reflecting a little light.

As one of the leaders of the field team, Olivia naturally has her own office. The area is not very large, but it can be said to be well-equipped.

"Special information is being sorted, no casual visitors are allowed in."

The reminder message pushed on the door did not stop Zhu Jue. He opened the door directly and went in. Before he saw anyone, the smell of chicken soup hit his face.

It wasn't that Zhu Jue suddenly went blind, but because the light in the office was very dark. Except for the virtual light screen in the center, the surrounding area was basically shrouded in darkness. There was only a desk lamp on the desk that acted as a second light source.

Olivia was sitting on the edge of the desk at this time, turning her head to look at Zhu Jue who had just entered the door. She raised her hand and tapped the pot behind her. The white and tender chicken was floating in the light yellow soup, full of color, fragrance and flavor.

Zhu Jue sipped his saliva, rubbed his hands and went up.

"Why do you have to eat in my office? The smell of chicken soup is everywhere."

Picking up the bowls and chopsticks that came with the chicken soup pot and handing them to Zhu Jue, Olivia said helplessly.

"Who told you to call me here at night? It was the time when I was going to go out for supper. Now you can't be hungry here. Here, I'll give you a chicken drumstick."

Occupying the position that should have belonged to Olivia, Zhu Jue pulled out a chicken leg and handed it over. The latter was about to wave his hand to refuse, but he just stretched it halfway, paused, and took it again.

I smelled the fragrance for almost half an hour. To hell with the idea of ​​staying in shape!

"What's the situation now?"

He adjusted his position under the air conditioner, took a sip of chicken soup, looked at the light screen in front of Olivia and asked.

"Since there is a cult in Hesay Town, these people must have a gathering place. According to this idea, the association's subsequent investigation team discovered a secret room in the residence of the mayor of Hesay Town. There are some things in it that may affect appetite."

Olivia clicked on one of the videos, which should be a real-time video during the investigation.

The content of the shooting is the general situation in the secret room. Weird characters and some special artifacts are everywhere in the room.

"There's nothing surprising about that, right?"

Zhu Jue looked at it for a while and said aloud, in his opinion, it would be strange if there was no such place in Hesai Town.

"The key is 5 minutes and 35 seconds. Right here!"

When the video reached a certain point in time, Olivia paused it, pressed the button on the remote control in her hand, and the entire screen was continuously enlarged.

Zhu Jue stopped using his chopsticks.

The picture shows a wall in a secret room, with a mural drawn on it using perhaps blood or other red paint.

The content is not complicated.

The lake and only half of it were exposed above the water, and there were monsters covered with spikes. There were also several rows of people kneeling outside the lake.

"I came to you just to confirm whether the monster on this mural is the one you met in the swamp lake before."

That night, Zhu Jue went straight to Swamp Lake after the battle in the tavern, but Olivia did not follow him because of his reminder. Therefore, she only heard the sound of fighting on the other side of Swamp Lake, but did not really see the difficult-to-find beast. It is a monster that can be described in words, so after discovering something, I immediately contact Zhu Jue, hoping that he can come over and identify it.

"Yes, it is indeed it."

Zhu Jue started chewing the chicken again, picked it up and said.

"Since it is exactly the same as the monster you encountered, it means that the monster worshiped by the cult in Jose Town actually exists. Look here again."

Continuing her actions, Olivia quickly adjusted the screen to 13 minutes and 15 seconds and pressed the pause button again.

The content that appeared on the screen this time was somewhat similar to the one just now, but Zhu Jue could clearly see an image similar to trees from around the lake where the monster existed.

"What does it mean when these two murals appear on two walls of the same secret room?"

"The second mural is of the Swamp Lake in Josetown, and the first one represents another place!"

At this time, Zhu Jue also stood up with the bowl in hand, approached the virtual light screen and looked at it carefully, and then said decisively.

If there hadn't been that dream on the way back, Zhu Jue might not have dared to say so confidently, but some dreams just happened. He remembered clearly that in the lake in that black and white world, there were clearly people covered with spikes. Monster, and even bigger.

"This is a bit strange. It is normal for cults to worship evil gods. Even if there are more people and weird shapes, it is not so strange. But I have never seen evil gods worshiping two places at the same time, and they are still the same evil gods."

"No, they should be the same guy. The one in the swamp lake is most likely the other's clone."

"Why do you say that?"

Zhu Jue's statement undoubtedly shocked Olivia.

"Because there is no better explanation. When I killed that guy, there was nothing left behind. Not to mention a corpse, not even a scream. I used to think that the monster was special, but now that I think about it, unless it was originally something special, Real, otherwise how could this happen?”

In fact, this was just Zhu Jue's guess, and he didn't dare to guarantee it.

Who can give a clear definition of these monsters?

"If it is really just a clone. It only controls a small town, then how many people should its entity control? What makes me even more surprised is that this monster must have existed for a long time. Why didn't there be any before? Information about it only appeared in recent years?"

When these words were spoken, Olivia herself felt a chill running down her spine, and then she seemed to have thought of something, and continued before Zhu Jue could speak,

"It slept in the past and was awakened in recent years?"

"Perhaps this monster is just like the evil god worshiped by the Silver Twilight Secret Cult encountered in "The Unspeakable Series: Shower". They are all sleeping. Or they have been sealed for who knows how many years and were awakened recently."

The city in the deep sea that the middle-aged sailor talked about before he died still makes Zhu Jue feel brooding even today, five years later.

How long have these monsters been on earth?

Are they either sleeping or sealed?

The former is easy to say, but the latter is worthy of scrutiny.

What kind of existence can seal these indescribable things that existed in the past?