"Did you just come out of 236?" The young man quit the communication and said casually. It is false to say that he is not curious about Wang Yao. He just transplanted the gene product of the ability user in order to distinguish the difference between the two. Wang Yao's ability user is called a gene prototype, while the young man is a gene transplant.

Of course, this title is only used in laboratories or materials. The public seems to have no difference between the two. Compared with gene prototypes, he is more willing to use the title of ancestor, which at least sounds quite handsome.

The cilia were fluttering around the vocal organs of the flesh in the wind, and mucus-like droplets spewed out from the black holes of the vocal organs. The sticky sound rang again. The blue veins on Wang Yao's forehead burst out, and he quietly looked away and responded casually.

Seeing that Wang Yao was not interested in dialogue, the young man shrugged helplessly, groped out of his pocket, took out the gum and distributed it, and swayed in front of Wang Yao again.

"Do you want to do it?"

"No, no need..." Wang Yao suppressed the twitching of his mouth, looked away, and stared at the wall. The scene of animal organs smearing on the wall was more acceptable than a few rotten pieces of meat stuffing gray-brown flakes into his mouth.

Wang Yao could not tell what was handed over, maybe it was chocolate? But in his eyes, this was a piece of brown meat that was rotten.

Dada dada--

A slightly rapid footstep sounded from the distance of the corridor and was approaching. Wang Yao closed his eyes almost instantly. He didn't want to see Zhang Qing, who had turned into a disgusting piece of flesh, squirming from the distance.

"Gulugulu..." The footsteps stopped in front of him, and a vague voice sounded, but the voice was thinner than the "meat piece" handed over the chocolate. This was also the only way for Wang Yao to distinguish gender.

"Don't run around, you were still losing your strength before. Is there anything wrong with asking me to come?" Wang Yao identified the meaning of his words. He could imagine that Zhang Qing had a delicate face and was concerned. His eyes looked at him like water.

"I want to go home..." Wang Yao spoke, his voice aches.

Zhang Qing said nervously: "What happened? Is there something wrong with your eyes? Do you want to go to the laboratory for a check-up?"

A sharp and vague voice sounded in my ears, and Wang Yao pretended to be calm: "I'm fine... I'm just a little homesick. Can you take me back? Or do you need some procedures?"

There was a hint of pleading in his words, which made the Nine-tailed Fox Team inexplicably each other.

"If it's you, you can go back at any time... and come with me to pick up the car." Zhang Qing's tone became loose. It was not allowed to leave the base without procedures. It was just that Wang Yao's begging made her feel confused and she chose to make an exception. I believe the base would turn a blind eye.

"Thank you." Wang Yao thanked him. After saying that, he noticed a gust of fragrant wind and his arm was held.

"Your eyes are hurt, right? I'll take you away."

In contrast to the sticky sound that reminds of the disgusting meat, the soft touch on the arms and the faint body fragrance surrounding the tip of the nose. At that moment, Wang Yao really thought he had returned to normal and almost couldn't help but open his eyes.

"Then please." Wang Yao said. The touch from his arms was like a gust of breeze blowing in the flesh and blood hell.

...

"It's really a person who feels very conflicted. Have you noticed that he vaguely showed hostility and disgust towards us, but also apologized. Does this guy have a dual personality?" Wang Yao and Zhang Qing disappeared from a corner in the distance. A nine-tailed fox team member couldn't help but complain.

"It's probably because he suffered mentally unbearable torture in 236. It's so pitiful. He could have spent his whole life like an ordinary person." The young man sighed. No one would envy him. Except for the ignorant and the madman.

"Everyone has left, and it's all right for us. Let's retreat." The team members waved their hands and the few were about to leave.

"Do you think the helper who came just now is 206?" A sudden voice sounded, and the few people froze. They looked back at the ponytail woman who was talking.

"No... 206 can only mimic and not copy memory."

"But they didn't say anything related to the past."

The nine-tailed fox team looked at each other.

"I'll inform Deputy Team Leader He, you guys will stop them!"

...

What color are trees? Of course they are green. Even if they change with the seasons, leaves will fall off and become dead branches. They will never be tree-shaped blood vessels that extend like blood vessels and branches.

If the world of Silent Hills filled with thick fog is desolate and ruin, then this is a chaos and dirty world of blood-red like filth. Blood-red, internal organs, blood vessels, and meat squirming and making noises make everything here.

The sun emitting extremely filthy blood-red light, the ground has organs like organs of living things, and the blood vessels and veins are extremely clear.

Only by closing his eyes could he feel that the nightmare scene was gone. From beginning to end, he did not dare to look at Zhang Qing.

Close your eyes and open your eyes and hell.

Subconsciously, Wang Yao didn't want his situation to be known to anyone.

"After going home, I have a good sleep. When I wake up, I find that everything has returned to its original state." Wang Yao thought so deceivingly. If it doesn't work... I can only ask for help from the base...

After an hour of bumpy ride, the car stopped downstairs. Wang Yao refused Zhang Qing's inquiries to go upstairs, dragged his tired body and stepped upstairs.

The corridor is flesh and blood like the inner wall of a creature. Under the dim light, it feels more oppressive, as if it is in the internal organs of a huge creature.

Slight squirming and noise came from above the corridor, and it seemed that there were "cubes" there.

As he approached the other party, Wang Yao slowed down, closed his eyes at the same time, groped the handrail and slowly went upstairs, pretending to be like a blind man.

"Gulugulu..." Wang Yao stopped. He felt the meat block in front of him. Obviously, the meat block did not want to let Wang Yao go easily, and the sticky and sharp noise kept ringing.

Wang Yao's face showed a hint of disgust, and what he saw along the way made him feel extremely bad. If he hadn't been rational, he would have been unable to resist the murderous intent and slaughtered the monster.

There was no interest in telling what it said. Wang Yao was disgusted with pushing her away, picking up the key from under the thin carpet of rotten meat, and inserting it into the viscous and dirty door like an organ.

Then Wang Yao found pieces of meat sticking on the door, shook his head and said to himself and smiled bitterly, without any disgust.

"The girl from Haruhi is here again. She is really a girl who is reluctant to leave. Unfortunately, I am destined to..."

Bang--

The door was brought with it with his backhand and closed heavily.

Outside the door, a vibrant girl with soft black hair tied with yellow silk ribbons and wearing a high school uniform. Her clear and bright eyes were full of surprise, her light pink apricot lips were slightly opened, and she looked like she was seeing a ghost.

"Hmph, what's this? Do you pretend not to know each other?" She muttered unhappy, and the resentment that had been pushed away and disgusted was vanished by Wang Yao's last words to himself.

"Let you go this time, you can't escape anyway." She saw Wang Yao's negative emotions. In view of this, she still dispelled the behavior of knocking on the door and harassing him for a moment. Of course, she still had to be arrogant.

...

When he returned to the room, Wang Yao immediately pulled off his shirt that made him feel uncomfortable. Looking around, he sighed, and walked to the sofa with a layer of flesh and blood as if he had accepted his fate, and lay down the meat slices that were not understood in the font on the meat tea table.

Should I be glad? At least my sense of smell has not changed. Wang Yao said intimately. As for the taste... he looked at the viscous liquid in the water cup and gave up the idea of ​​giving it a try.

My body was a little stuck in the sofa, and the soft and elastic touch made Wang Yao's scalp numb, and he finally suppressed the upward vomiting.

"I'm indeed changing." Wang Yao raised his arm in front of him and looked over and over to offset the disgusting scenes around him.

If it were before, I would have been mentally ill. Even though it is unbearable now, it is not as hysterical as it is.

Speaking of which, all this could not have been done by Voldemort. From 236, any negative state she carries will be forcibly stripped or terminated. Although Voldemort is known as the Dark Lord, it is much inferior to Alesa, who is the master of Silent Hill. Even Wang Yao, who cannot even interfere with reality, is not Voldemort.

If that's the case, why...

Thinking without success, Wang Yao was about to put down his arm. He suddenly realized that he could not control his right arm! It was as if he was bound by air, and he could not even move.

Wang Yao was stunned for a moment. He saw a human eyeball appearing on the back of his right hand. He turned left and right and stared at him.

The two sides looked at each other, staring at each other for a while, Wang Yao was confused and could not help but swung his punch!

Bang!

This punch was blocked by his right hand. Wang Yao tightened his teeth and tried hard, and was frightened to find that his right arm was no less powerful than him!

The eyes appeared again, and there was an extra human mouth.

"Hello."

The voice was actually a human voice that had been missing for a long time. Wang Yao was stunned, his face became more gloomy, and he shouted angrily: "I'm not good at all! Who are you? Get out!"

"We have already dealt with each other. As for leaving, I'm sorry I can't do it." The eyes were still turning while the words were spoken.

After initial panic, Wang Yao quickly calmed down and stared at the eye with a cold expression.

"Voldemort?"

"I don't know who Voldemort you are talking about, but it shouldn't be me." The mouth on the back of the hand opened and closed, and a sound of calming tone was made.

"Who are you?" Wang Yao frowned and secretly planned to launch a surprise attack while he was unprepared.

"Of course she is Zhang Qing." The captain of the Nine-Tailed Fox Team, the young man, finally found He Ying in the affiliated room of the safe house. After expressing his doubts, He Ying answered like this.

After getting the answer, the young man sighed: "Then I'm relieved. If the person who was protected under his nose was abducted, I don't need to be Captain Nine-tailed Fox."

He Ying chuckled and answered, and turned to the staff of the affiliated office.

"You just said that when Wang Yao returned, did you see that he lacked his right arm?"

The staff replied: "That's right... Then the monitoring screen was black for a few seconds, and after recovery, the right arm appeared again. I thought it was an hallucination at the time."

"Uh... do I need to avoid it?" Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the young man Nuonuo raised his hand and asked in a low voice.
Chapter completed!