"You... why are you... back again?" Turan asked in a low voice, "Where is that... chelate?"
"It is now locked in the corridor, at the other end." Hesta replied softly, "The isolation door should last for a while. Miss Chiba and I have made an appointment to meet here, and she will be here soon."
"Qianye will come..." Turan's breath trembled, "That's really... great..."
Turan's voice was a little weak. Hesta tried her best to think about the topic. Looking at Sean in the distance, she suddenly remembered something.
"By the way, what is the 'prefrontal lobe'?"
"The prefrontal lobe... oh, the prefrontal lobe is... a brain area at the front of the brain." Upon hearing this question, Turan already understood Hesta's intention. She continued, "To destroy it is to kill. A chelate...the most direct and thorough way..."
Hesta's ears perked up.
"If you can use thermal weapons... and use incendiary bombs intensively in a large area, you can... destroy chelates in batches, because high temperatures can denature proteins.
"But, if it is...a habitable place, or a...wasteland where civilians need to be rescued, we will need Mercury Needles for close combat."
Turan shivered slightly.
Hesta asked with concern, "Do you still have the strength to say it?"
"Yes," Turan looked at her, "This question is very important. You...listen to me...finish."
Hesta nodded silently.
"After the onset of the disease, the bones of the chelates and... most of the non-joint skin... will be strengthened. Ordinary bullets and cold weapons will be difficult to penetrate their defense... except for the eyeballs... and nasal cavity."
eyeball.
nasal cavity.
Hesta's brain was running at high speed - when she was fighting the chelate before, she tried to follow Sean's suggestion to specifically attack the eyes of the chelate. Whenever the bullet might cause damage to the area around the eyes, the chelate Things will stop attacking and turn to defense.
So, is this a weakness?
"But... it's not enough to just damage these parts." Turan continued, "We need to focus the attack on the eyeballs and...the nasal cavity, because through these weaknesses, we can... destroy the claws with weapons. The composite brain, especially...the prefrontal lobe.
"The prefrontal lobe is the lobe of the brain related to cognition, emotion and behavior. It is also the one that dominates the chelate's... killing behavior. If you destroy it, the chelate will become harmless... or die..."
"I see."
Turan took a long breath and said, "...Jane."
"I am here."
"Qianye...when will you come?"
"She has been at the base all day today. She should be here soon." Hesta whispered, "She will definitely be there in three minutes at most - she is impatient and never delays."
"Okay... okay..." Turan gasped, "Three minutes, I... I can do it."
Before they finished speaking, the two of them heard footsteps coming from the corridor outside the door. Immediately afterwards, the keyboard sound of entering a thirteen-digit number came from the door - someone entered the mercury needle ID at the door.
Turan and Hesta looked at the closed door at the same time, "Miss Chiba!"
However, the door did not open, and an emotionless synthetic female voice mechanically sounded:
"The ID and biometric information failed to match. Your behavior constitutes illegal intrusion. Please leave immediately."
Turan instantly fell into despair - the person outside the door could not be Qianye, it was probably the chelate trying to enter her ID.
Sure enough, outside the door, Chelate curled his lips.
The door of the escape room is the same as the isolation door in the corridor. They are made of very strong and difficult-to-break materials, but what does it matter? If the door cannot be broken with a hammer, then smash the wall in which the door is embedded. how? It just takes more time.
Chelate raised his fist, and every time he punched it, the ground here would tremble.
In the escape room, Sean had fainted, and only Turan and Hesta were enduring every minute of this suffering.
Turan raised his head and looked at Hesta, "Hide, Jane, you first find a place to hide yourself...it can be delayed for a while - no, you first...you go get the anti-epidemic spray first, otherwise it will be gone as soon as it comes in." I can smell where you are...quickly...quickly!"
Hesta did not move. She looked at the shaking wall and door in front of her, and suddenly remembered the door in the monastery's rest room.
She had pushed open that door countless times and received hugs and kisses from the old man behind the door.
She thought of a distant afternoon, an anthropologist, a thick book, and Alma's slow and gentle reading——
"Jane!" Turan shouted sternly, "Did you hear that? Hurry up and hide!"
Hesta came to her senses.
The past and present overlap, and everything seems to be repeating the same mistakes, heading toward destruction.
The banging on the door continued for more than a dozen times, and with the final loud bang, the chelate finally tore down the entire escape room door.
As the loose dust cleared, Chelate caught a scent that was so strong that it was almost pungent—the anti-epidemic spray almost masked any other smell in the house.
It first saw Turan, who barely raised his head. Not far behind her, the black-haired boy was lying against the wall for a blood transfusion.
"You're not dead yet...?" The chelate was really shocked. It frowned and covered its nose, looking around, "Where's the red-haired one?"
"Don't come over..." Turan's voice was low and he made a pale threat, "Other mercury needles... are coming soon."
The chelate laughed, walked slowly to Turan, and squatted down.
"I never thought about leaving here alive, Turan... I know exactly where this place is, and there is no way I can escape.
"If it weren't for the extender that the base injects me with every day, I wouldn't have survived last week. You can't even imagine how boring the days of being a chelate are... However, I really should thank you for letting me die before I die. It’s been such a pleasant gaming experience before.”
It smiles.
"I shouldn't have left without checking the body before... It's my fault that you have suffered here for so long. Don't be afraid, don't worry, the pain will be gone soon."
The chelated hand lifted Turan's chin and slowly pinched her throat.
"Goodbye, little girl from Catra, I will... remember you."
A drop of sweat.
A drop of sweat fell like a raindrop.
It hit Chelate's arm lightly.
Almost at the same moment, the chelate suddenly felt a sharp killing intent. This killing intent was so abundant that it instantly disturbed its mind.
For a moment, the chelate raised its head——
On the ceiling chandelier, the red-haired Hesta hangs upside down from the ceiling.
But at this moment, she was flying down like an arrow.
The chelate immediately moved sideways to dodge, but Hesta had already stretched out her hand to it, and like the swallow of death, she fell on its shoulder.
The girl held the chelate's neck with one hand and held the practice gun tightly with the other hand, mercilessly pointing it into the chelate's eyes——
The exploding eyeballs exploded like fireworks, and the rapidly exiting bullets shot through the chelated brain instantly. The hot bullets stirred up the tofu-like brains, and the hot blood and brains sprayed out along the empty eye sockets, and with several The bullet casings were thrown into the air together.
Although the chelate stopped struggling after the first bullet came out of the chamber, Hesta always tightened its grip on the chelate's neck.
She shot the only six rubber bullets left in the magazine...all into Chelate's left eye.
