Using a universal data connection cable, he stuffed all the replicated data into his personal terminal. Surprisingly, the beep boy on his arm looked old, but the built-in storage capacity was bottomless, so there was no problem copying all the data of this number of t in it.

It seems that someone has changed this personal terminal by himself. He noticed that the side of this portable computer has many silver and black interfaces, and the previous "self" may have put a lot of effort into it.

However, those memory fragments seem to be unable to be put together. My memories are like groping in the fog. Every time I can only see a small piece of the place around me. I cannot put everything into a complete and orderly whole.

What kind of person is my companion, Miss Gaiqi?

He put his forehead against the cold display surface and tried to search for his broken memory index. He searched through the wreckage, putting all kinds of meaningless fragments together, trying to find useful clues.

Orange, brown, steel.

He put the three labels together, trying to distinguish what is meaningful to him from them.

tangerine.

Orange flavor.

It seemed that he could smell a sweet fragrance that was faintly visible at the end of his nose, like the kind of fruit perfume that high school girls would use. The faint orange smell was almost thin and it would disappear into the air in the next moment.

He opened his eyes and the fragrance at his nose did not seem to be the echo of his memory. He did smell the faint fragrance of oranges in reality, which lingered around him.

He slowly straightened up, twitched his nose, and finally focused on the chair he was sitting on. The sliding chair was very clean and dust-free. He thought it was the credit for the ventilation ducts at first. But...

He bent down slowly and sniffed along the stitches of the artificial leather on the chair.

...

Very faint, but it does have an almost undetectable scent of orange.

She was also here, not long ago, no more than three hours ago, she also sat on this chair and checked the information terminal in front of me.

This discovery made him a little excited, as if he finally found a distant fire in the aimless fog, which gave him the motivation to pursue. He held the laser emitter in his hand and walked out of the information room following the breath in the air.

The brain swelled and painful, as if something was invading his nervous system, a huge force stirred in his mind. He bowed in pain, and his shrill howl resounded through the dead cabin. The surrounding metal walls began to twist and deform in his roar, and the surface showed spider-web-like cracks.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-damn it!!"

He roared with gritted teeth, and as he tried to track the girl's direction from the thin and indistinguishable smell, huge pain surged from the bottom of his brain. After a few seconds of his eyes, he found that his nose seemed much more sensitive. The scent in the air became clear and audible, and he could even tell its direction.

He walked towards the orange smell.

This dead and nightmarish ship almost made him go crazy. Even if he died in the hands of these parasites, it would be better than wandering in this cold death space like a lonely ghost.

As he continued to go deeper into the plant cultivation area, the distribution density of blue colloids began to gradually increase. These strange colloids spread restlessly to everything he could, walls, hatch doors, forms, steps... and even machines in every cultivation area, of course, human corpses are indispensable.

Many cocoons that looked like human corpses were lying on the ground, covered by thick blue gelatin. When he stepped on these turbid bacterial blankets, he was suspected that he would be swallowed up by these protoplasm-like things in one second, but fortunately he did not.

All the hatch doors blocked by colloids were burned along the way. He gradually became suspicious. Is his companion, Miss Gaiki, really deep in the plant cultivation area? If she was walking on the road she was passing by, why were these doors still covered by many colloids?

The orange aroma at the nose was still clear, and even became clearer as he went deeper. He suddenly began to suspect that these were some kind of foreign spiritual power that had done his tricks in his nervous system, and everything was to introduce himself into the center of the plant cultivation area and step into a death trap...

His opponent was not an ignorant plant, but a predator with barbaric intelligence, a nepenthes and a vicious carnivorous plant. But he did not stop. Even if only death was waiting for him in front of him, he would not stop because he needed a goal, and this was his only clue at present. Even if this straw was powerless, he would try his best to pursue it.

He almost slipped under his feet, and as the hatch opened, he walked into the center of the plant cultivation area, a giant greenhouse used to simulate the natural environment.

...Is this the most primitive variant on this ship?

He felt a little like the protagonist in "Jack and the Magic Vine", looking up at a huge magic vine that reaches the zenith. Algae? No, this is definitely not an algae. The blue stems and leaves mixed with blood-red tangled and hovered against the dome that broke the greenhouse, just like a "Red God Seal" shape he had seen in the information.

Its messy appendages were placed around it, spreading around the greenhouse like the tentacles of an octopus. Many ancient instruments have become its brackets, and several devices that look like nutrients and light have been wrapped tightly.

When he looked closely, he was a little scared to find that the surface of this circling vine had some...human characteristics.

Just like warts growing on the surface of the skin, the huge vine derives some human limbs on the surface, like crazy products born after the intercourse between plants and humans. The mixture of humans and eukaryotes violates all biological theories of distorted genetic engineering creations, and some law that is absolutely irrational has created it.

He stared at the sick monster, his heart full of disgust. He didn't know where this disgust came from, some of which were like a perfectionist's hatred for flaws and a disgust for the defiled beauty of biological things. He wanted to completely eradicate this thing from the world.

Just as he wanted to lift his laser emitter, huge pain knocked him down. Some kind of intense pheromone attack. He vaguely realized this, poisonous gas. This thing would attack actively. Its ugly body was emitting deathly spores, and with the release of pheromones, all the parasites around him would revive and start looking for their prey.

Just as he was facing death, he began to think about the purpose of these deformed lives.

What exactly do they act for?

If it is to devour humans, then why are there so many corpses remaining? Apart from the evaporation of water, all corpses are only alienated by mutated cyanobacteria cells. Just as they have spent so much effort to infect more lives. And when it completes its mission, it falls into dead dormant and cannot go further.

He did not believe that this series of foreign infectious gene viruses evolved naturally. There is no doubt that this is a tool made by some kind of existence that transcends the technological level of human civilization.

Since it is a tool, it must have a purpose for design.

Is what I am facing just an out-of-control tool?

From all directions, the corpse variants climbed up from the sticky slurry, approaching him half-kneeling like monsters in a swamp. Realizing that his death was approaching, his will to survive was frantically encouraging his body to start working.

Find the enemy's weakness. His remaining logic is operating dullly. His eyes swept across the surface of the plant, the joints, the joints of the vines, and the color is lighter red. That is the animal's gene, that is the storage point of stem cells, the regeneration of lizards after the tail is broken. The differentiation of stem cells, functional cells...

The coherent logic was broken into pieces. He intuitively raised the laser emitter in his hand, aiming at a node of different colors in the huge vine and pulled the trigger.

The incandescent beam trembled a little crookedly, but it still hit that node. The burning of the laser quickly caused the liquid-rich raw material storage node to explode, disgusting juice splashed everywhere, and thick vines broke from the middle.

The sleeping monster woke up. He pressed his head and tried his best to resist the silent roar. The huge plant was in pain. The monster at the junction of plants, algae and animals woke up. He felt the dull pain in his brain slightly better, and the power that clamped his brain seemed to be loosened a little.

As the huge vines swayed, a silver box fell to the ground with a thud. The brand new silver luster did not look like a product from two hundred years ago.

He held his breath and ran to the silver box at high speed. A piece of memory jumped out of the memory, and he knew what was in it.

There was a password lock on the surface of the box. His fingers were hovering on the nine-grid digital input keyboard. The surrounding corpses were surrounding him again. He simply closed his eyes and directly entered the twelve-digit password based on his intuition and muscle memory.

The airtight valve began to loosen, and the silver box began to decompose itself, revealing the contents inside. A slender girl with short chestnut hair curled up in the box, her little face was shrouded in a breathing mask.

As the box opened, she began to stretch her hands and feet. When she realized her environment, the roar of the metal engine began to roar. She raised her left arm, a gorgeous prosthetic limb woven by milky white plastic and black alloy, and a lens was turned on in the translucent palm.

"Let's go down!"

Without her reminding him again, he immediately fell to the ground, the blazing beam of light brushed over his head, and rotated 360 degrees. As the chaotic corpse transformed screamed, he saw the corners of the girl's lips blooming in the blood rain. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

ps: Daily conversations between readers:

Me: Suddenly I remembered why I had to add huge sheep horns to Su Luo's combat form...

Reader: Why...
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