"Yang Qi," Sun Hang suddenly looked up, "Is there any record of Chira 17's tic frequency in the database?"
"There is..." Yang Qi nodded, "Celestial City recovered the shed remains of Chira 17, and after the residue within completely disappeared, they recorded it... but these fragnts are incomplete, not complete enough..."
"Compare the fragnts of Chira 17 with the of this thing." Sun Hang said, "Now, imdiately, right away."
"I'm connecting to the core server of the Celestial City Mysterious Creature Research Institute, the comparison may take a few minutes." Yang Qi replied while typing, "Do you suspect this thing is related to Chira 17?"
"Don't you find it very similar?" Sun Hang pointed at the thing attached to the brain tissue of the mysterious remains, "This thing and the symbiotic offspring of Chira 17, those little spiders we saw in the video... are almost identical."
"Almost identical?" Yang Qi was stunned for a mont, "When you put it that way... the shape of this thing does look sowhat like a spider, just a bit abstract in style."
Sun Hang didn't stop his actions; he dissected the entire mysterious remains — apart from the foreign object attached to the brain tissue, this remains is utterly ordinary, even the infecting it is just a common fragnted scrap.
In academia, this type of fragnt is typically called "leftovers", much like a DNA fragnt fragnted by intense radiation, things infected with this fragnt rarely fully beco mysterious creatures... either turning into mysterious remains or going towards destruction during the process of mysterious transformation.
In the eyes of Taotie, the "gourt of mysterious creatures", there's a more vivid term to describe this stuff.
"Offal."
Sun Hang forcefully held back the nausea and absorbed the of this mysterious remains, but unsurprisingly, the mory "stored" within the was empty... long before Sun Hang took action, the mories had already been absorbed by so other thing.
"Disgusting."
Sun Hang spat on the ground, then returned to the car to get a bottle of water, gulping down half of it, slightly alleviating the nauseating feeling.
But it was only slightly alleviated... after all, s are not food; no matter how much water Sun Hang drinks, he couldn't completely wash down that rotten taste.
This feeling is like eating a bowl of pig offal that's already started to rot.
"Are you okay?" Yang Qi looked at Sun Hang with concern, "Your expression seems a bit uncomfortable."
"Nothing, it's just that the of this thing... tastes terrible." Sun Hang sighed, "I feel like I'm eating shit."
"Uh... are you sure you're really okay?"
Sun Hang waved his hand, shook the remaining half bottle of water, walked to the mysterious remains, and used a surgical knife to pick up the lump attached to its brain tissue, putting it into the bottle.
This thing looks the size of a palm but is very soft, and the bottle mouth with a diater less than three centiters can easily pass through — no wonder there was no external injury on the head of this mysterious remains, this thing probably crawled in through his nasal cavity or ear canal... Sun Hang suddenly thought of the notorious frontal lobotomy from years ago, those quacks inserted an ice pick through the nasal cavity or eye socket of patients who "needed treatnt", then swung to cut off the patient's frontal lobe.
This surgery would create a silent zombie, while this small thing that crawls into the brain can create a zombie that obeys orders.
The parasitic organism with eight synapses showed an imdiate stress response upon contact with water; it first started twitching, then rolled continuously in the water, synapses pounding the plastic bottle wall, seemingly trying to rip open the bottle to escape.
At the front end of the synapses are extrely sharp serrated edges — clearly, it used this thing to pierce the bones and mbranes of the mysterious remains, burrowing into the cranial cavity... logically, a thin plastic bottle can't withstand this kind of ordeal, but no matter how hard the synapses of the parasitic organism try, it can only create white marks on the inner wall of the plastic bottle, not cut open this seemingly soft but extrely tough bottle.
This isn't because the bottle is magical, simply it's because Sun Hang attached a thin, nearly transparent liquid tal coating outside the bottle — the synapses of the parasitic organism can cut plastic but not the tal mbrane closely attached to the plastic.
"This guy seems a bit restless." Candle Dragon ca over, glanced at the parasite inside the bottle, and said.
"Then let it settle down a bit." Sun Hang gently bit the tip of his tongue, spitting a small drop of fresh blood into the bottle.
This drop of blood instantly spread through the water, and the parasite contacted with the blood seed paralyzed, ceasing to move.
Sun Hang screwed the cap tight, sealed it with a tal coating, and casually tossed the bottle into the car.
"What do you plan to do with it?" Candle Dragon asked curiously.
"I'm not sure, just think it might be useful to keep." Sun Hang shook his head, returning to the driver's seat.
"The drone has transmitted the footage back." Yang Qi looked gloomy, "Like Liangshui Gou, no traces of villagers were found in Qiujiawan either... the whole village is deathly silent."
```
User Comments
0 comments from readers