Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 586: Alien

Novsky placed Old Ham on the ground, speeded up his pace and left for two or three meters. In a normal environment, vomiting does not make people so daunted, but everyone knows that where they are is full of secrets, and any abnormalities that happen to them cannot be treated with common sense. It is not impossible that the dark purple filth that Old Ham vomited would herald more serious changes. Except for me and the file, everyone else stepped back.

The file came to Old Ham and squatted down and called his name loudly several times, but Old Ham was obviously unconscious and couldn't answer at all. The file opened his eyelids and observed it, and then slid his palm against his body. Old Ham's body suddenly shook, as if it was fitted with a spring, and he immediately leaned his upper body up. The movement was so sudden that I And the other people behind the file became nervous like a snake shadow. However, the bad thing did not happen immediately. Old Ham seemed to have exhausted all his energy after this reflection, and there was no more movement after he fell down again.

"Dead?" someone behind him whispered.

"And breathing." The file replied.

In my retinal screen, Old Ham’s body data is a bit strange. His physical activity is very disordered, but he gradually tends to a balance that can reactivate his body—this balance is completely different from normal people. , Something that cannot be directly observed formed a new bridge in his body. There is no need to study it any more. Based on past experience, Old Ham must have been corroded by some kind of "mystery", and maybe the information as "Old Ham" has been completely rewritten. Moreover, it is moving in his body. The "mystery" that allows this body to regain its mobility is no longer an illusion caused by darkness, but something that is true to me. It's just that I can't confirm for the time being how this thing entered or was born in Old Ham's body. After he was injured? Or before the darkness falls? Does it have the entity in the first place, or does the illusion itself obtain the entity through the combination of mysterious power and Old Ham's body?

If you imagine it more seriously, it is likely that the survivors will all experience the same changes at some point. The hidden danger had been buried a long time ago, and Old Ham was just taking the first step. I didn't express this idea, it would only worsen the survivors who already had a lot of negative emotions, and maybe it would become the driving force to catalyze the abnormal changes like Old Ham.

Moreover, from another aspect, the mutation that happened to Old Ham is somewhat similar to the relationship between "virus" and doomsday syndrome patients. I want to see Old Ham after he recovers. What kind of change will happen. Does he still retain intelligence? Do you still retain the memory information of Old Ham?

"What do you think?" The file asked me.

"He will wake up soon." I said, "However, I'm not sure if he will still be him."

I was a bit convoluted, but the file understood immediately. She immediately stood up and took a few steps back. Her action made the others take a step back again, and Old Ham was immediately at the edge of the light. The thick and boiling darkness was only a thin line from Old Ham's body. But the monsters who can resist the light a little did not reach out and drag him into the darkness. If you think deeply along this phenomenon, you can more or less conclude that Old Ham will become an enemy after he wakes up. Some of the survivors immediately thought of this and pointed their gun at Old Ham's chest.

"Is he okay?" Although the atmosphere can tell that the situation is not so good, Tritty still confirms.

"It's impossible to be okay?" The file replied lightly with a rhetorical question. After a pause, he said: "Let's see what he will become."

We didn't keep us waiting. The old Ham's body twitched violently after a few breaths. The body that was lying flat curled like dried shrimp, as if the muscles and meridians in the body were tightened, and it was very painful for people to see it. This kind of convulsion lasted about ten seconds, but when people put themselves in to guess his pain, it felt like several hours had passed. Can you survive this way? The survivors’ foreheads could not help but seep cold sweat, and Novsky wiped his foreheads, but at this moment, Old Ham’s body suddenly flattened and calmed down again. Novsky’s sweat-wiping action solidified on his foreheads. Only in the darkness of the wind, one can hear the heartbeat and breathing so heavy.

"He's breathing." Gregya broke the silence and said. Old Ham's chest was obviously rising and falling, but her description was not correct. Old Ham was still breathing even in the quietest time. Others look at me, I look at you, no one suggests what to do next. When it comes to helping Old Ham up, when he doesn't understand the situation, no one is willing to do it.

I have been standing at the forefront, observing the changes in the data on the retina screen, but without further contact, the existing data cannot reveal the secret of Old Ham's abnormality. Before the file operation, I first came to Old Ham to support him. I believe that there is no one who is more suitable for close contact with Old Ham besides me, because my body is different. After summarizing the data, it is concluded that although Old Ham has become different from normal people, his physical strength is still no different from the original Old Ham-no, there are still some differences. His body's self-healing ability is better than that of ordinary people. Much stronger. When I tore off the bandage on Old Ham's leg wound, I immediately saw that the vague flesh and blood was shrinking. However, it was said that it was a granulation proliferation, rather than a flesh-colored substance filling the wound.

I pressed it up with my finger to confirm that it was not the original flesh and blood of normal humans that achieved physical healing. It has a wet, sticky touch, and it is full of extraordinary erosion, even if it is my prosthetic body made of it

I pressed it up with my finger to confirm that it was not the original flesh and blood of normal humans that achieved physical healing. It has a wet, sticky touch, and is full of extraordinary erosion. Even my prosthesis made of a structure can feel the erosion from this new flesh and blood, even though it It cannot really erode the structure. In terms of certain characteristics. This kind of thing is somewhat similar to the demon facing the whisperer's city.

Become a demon? I couldn't help but think so, but I quickly pressed this idea. Because it is not a simple matter to turn people into demons, and it is even more impossible to appear so easily in such a simple temporary data hedging space, especially when the matter involves Father Xi Sen.

"Old Ham." I yelled calmly.

Old Ham responded, as if he had just woken up, opened his eyes in a daze, but closed them immediately as if he had been stabbed, and then opened them slowly. However, I saw it very clearly. Old Ham's pupils shrank, as if seeing something terrible, his facial features were tightened. I stretched out my hand, and Old Ham immediately shrank back reflexively, and touched the gun attack beside him in a panic. His actions made the survivors who had been paying attention to him react violently. Little Ham was about to shoot, but he finally managed to endure it.

"It's me. Gao Chuan, can you hear me?" I said flatly.

Old Ham opened his mouth, his eyes were a bit distracted, and full of confusion, not like losing his mind and memory, giving people a peculiar feeling. He looked at me with unfriendly eyes. But it was full of doubts, and it made me think whether he didn't recognize me anymore—but he didn't recognize me, not amnesia, I think so.

"Old Ham?" I said a little louder, and Old Ham seemed to be taken aback. Raise the gun to my head. With a shot, Little Ham finally fired. But my reaction was quicker, reaching out and grabbing the bullet that hit Old Ham's head. Then came the second gunshot, which came from Old Ham, but he didn't seem to intentionally want to shoot me, but was scared by the sound of Little Ham's gunshot, and reflexively pulled the trigger. Just like in the past, this powerful gun can't scratch my skin at all. I didn't dodge, and the bullet that hit the forehead fell directly on the ground.

Old Ham became more panicked. He made a **** ho sound and crawled back desperately. He pointed his gun at me but didn't pull the trigger again. He seemed to realize that continuing to attack would only waste bullets. , Now he is not without intelligence. I didn't stop him. I stared at him and buried his back in the darkness. He seemed to realize something. He glanced back and immediately moved forward. Obviously, he had been in contact with the darkness, but he was not further attacked. Although it was only a moment, the abnormality that happened to Old Ham gave him the ability to walk in the dark. It was just that his apparent fear of darkness remained the same as before, and did not continue to deepen. His gaze swept across my face, and then fell on the people behind me. The fear on his face became more obvious. He still remembered the kerosene lamp, but from his expression, the kerosene lamp did not bring it. The good feeling he used to.

The people behind him whispered: "What's the matter? Didn't Old Ham become an enemy?" "He still remembers us?" "I hate his sight, like looking at a monster." The last sentence The description is quite true. Maybe Old Ham really didn't forget anything, didn't lose his wisdom, and didn't have a huge deviation in personality, but in his eyes, we are not the image of those temporary collaborators in the past. Moreover, he doesn’t seem to understand what we are saying—the confusion, doubt, and fear in his eyes, and the complex emotions also prove that no matter what the difference between what he sees and what he hears, he can still understand What I see and hear is connected with the memory of the past, and I guess our true identity.

"Old Ham?" I said again, "Can you understand me?"

Old Ham opened his mouth and made a hoarse voice, but no one could understand what he was saying. I thought about it, and wrote a few words on the ground with my fingers: "Old Ham, I am Gao Chuan." Now, Old Ham really understood. His eyes opened wide, staring at me as if he saw something incredible. s things.

"You have some problems with your body." I wrote again: "Can you see what we really look like and understand what we are saying?" Although I was quite sure of the answer in my heart, I still used it in Old Ham. After the text was confirmed, the people behind him still made all kinds of strange sounds with complicated emotions.

"What the **** happened?" Old Ham seemed to catch a straw drowning man, and scribbled on the ground: "You are like monsters. I don't understand what you are talking about. The whole world Everything has changed." After writing, he grabbed his hair hard, looking very painful.

"You are sick, Old Ham." I calmly attributed all the possibilities to such rhetoric. Perhaps, such an understatement can make him feel better. What happened to Old Ham. It is impossible to understand it simply through empathy. I can't see the world he sees, I can't feel his pain, and I can't explain the specific reasons that led to his change, and I don't have the ability to restore him to his original state. No one here can do it.

At the moment of verifying that communication can only be achieved through writing, I have intuitively understood that Old Ham has become an outlier. No matter how similar he is to humans now, but. In the world of the senses, the normal elements of human beings have been lost. I don't think that Old Ham can still integrate into interpersonal relationships without losing normal sensory information.

"Sick?" Old Ham wrote crookedly, the last stroke being dragged for a long time, a kind of frustration. He made a hoarse voice that was not in human language. Although he didn't understand what was being said, he could guess that it was just some unnecessary mutters. The strangeness to Old Ham. I don't have any problems, and there is no way to solve them. Next, whether to take him and leave with me, everyone needs to make a decision.

As I stood up and prepared to return to the crowd, Old Ham suddenly grabbed my foot. But he withdrew his hand like an electric shock. When I looked back, he wrote helplessly, dazedly and pitifully on the ground: "What should I do? Am I still saved? Save me!" He raised his eyes in pain, but I was in his eyes at this moment. His image seemed to be a very scary thing, which caused him to have a strong negative reaction.

I want to say sorry to him, but. In the end he wrote: "If we can find the man behind the scenes, maybe they can save you."

Old Ham's body relaxed suddenly. Falling straight to the ground, he covered his face and made a non-human voice, but it made people think he was crying. To be honest, although his current physical condition is abnormal, his mobility is better than before. His wounds are already healed. I can imagine that in less than ten minutes, he will be lively and chaotic. Jump, even stronger than he was before. However, because of this, the possibility of taking him to act together is reduced, because he cannot suppress the negative emotions caused by the changes in his senses, and he cannot communicate effectively with other people. He has become An alien, acting together with an alien, especially when this alien was a companion in combat not long ago, and has a human form, is extremely dangerous - at least, it is even more dangerous than my alien who can still communicate with humans normally.

"What the **** is going on?" After I returned to the crowd, the file immediately asked the question everyone wanted to know.

"He was eroded, and sensory information was wrong. Now, he sees us like a monster." I said, "Although we can still communicate through text, his changes are still Continue, I think he will be completely unable to communicate soon."

"What is eroding him?" Novsky asked nervously: "We will have nothing to do, will we?"

"I don't know." I glanced at him and said, "Maybe they will give a suitable explanation if they find the man behind the scenes. However, my judgment is that if you don't want to be implicated, you'd better not act with him."

"Will it be infected?" Little Ham said suddenly, his words shocked other people, but he quickly focused on me.

"I don't know." I said, "Maybe you can try?" So the others stopped talking, although I don't think anyone would insist on taking Old Ham with him even if he didn't say it so seriously. People will have pity on him, but in this weird situation, everyone is accustomed to thinking and judging in the direction of their own safety.

"Even with him, we can't make him better." Tritty said, "Maybe, we can leave him a kerosene lamp?"

"I refuse." Little Ham said immediately: "We have too many people, and we don't even have a kerosene lamp."

"Then what do you want to do? Leave him alone?" Tridi asked back. Her question involved moral issues and silenced Little Ham, but this silence was also a kind of silent resistance~IndoMTL. com~ Even if you don't say it, everyone understands that Little Ham would definitely rather let Old Ham be swallowed by darkness.

"Captain File, what do you think?" Tridi looked at the file.

"I mean the same as Little Ham." The file said without pressure.

Tritty cast his gaze at me again. I didn't answer directly, but told the previous guess: "The old Ham doesn't need to worry about the darkness anymore."

Tritty frowned and said dubiously: "Really?"

"He has become an alien." I said.

Although her expression is still a bit tangled, Tritty has been unable to persuade others to leave a kerosene lamp. Of course, it is even more impossible to take Old Ham with him. We followed one by one in silence, and when we passed Old Ham with a kerosene lamp, the survivors forced themselves not to look at the Old Ham who was lying on the ground, as if he had lost his soul. Tritty wanted to say something, but couldn't say it in the end. Old Ham didn't stop us from leaving, nor did he blame our choice. Even if he is crazy, we can't understand him. In this way, his figure gradually disappeared into the light, completely swallowed by the darkness.