[Part 1·Canaan]
"You...what are you?"
Hasband's teeth were chattering, and he completely forgot about the extremely strong stomach acid on his gloves. He held his cheek with one hand and held the knife with the other, which left an ugly mark on his handsome and young cheeks.
Looking at the female corpse, he could hardly understand what horrific tragedy Jacqueline had suffered during her lifetime.
Did she eat herself?
How can it be?
How can this be?
What living thing can feed on itself?
Or...
"There is something parasitic in Jacqueline's body! Devouring her body and replacing it!"
Hasband screamed, quickly picked up Jacqueline's heart, and carefully examined the structure of the organ.
"That's right! It's true! That's right! I guessed it right!"
The abnormally enlarged heart of flesh, the strong valves and tendons, the thicker walls of arteries and veins, and the blue blood stains all illustrate an iron law that cannot be disobeyed, a terrifying and bizarre fact.
"This kind of blood is rich in copper. Many marine creatures, such as octopuses, have this kind of blue blood."
"Its antioxidant effect is great, but when the temperature exceeds 24 degrees Celsius, the iron in the blood becomes active - and it turns red."
"This strong heart transports blood containing two elements throughout the body."
"It's like a transformation, it's transforming Jacqueline's body, and it happens to be at this critical moment..."
"Its host was killed!"
In the music of Guns N' Roses, Hasband Madison has found the key to the truth.
"In 1889, Vincent van Gogh's madness became increasingly severe. He settled in Arles, a small town in southern France, and later entered the Saint-Rémy mental hospital for treatment."
"I drew this "Starry Moon Night" - this original painting by Van Gogh uses exaggerated techniques, deviating from realistic colors and lines, to depict a distorted, rotating, and restless nebula."
In Hasban Madison's almost crazy state, Jacqueline was still lying quietly on the operating table, her chest had been hollowed out, her body was still slowly squirming, and her finger and eye movements never stopped.
"There is something hidden in this painting!" Hasben's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and it was difficult to keep his mind amidst the strange psychic fluctuations: "Van Gogh first cut off his own ear and gave it to his favorite prostitute Rui. Qiu finally ended his life with a bullet."
Jacqueline's two eyebrow scars are like telling another silent story.
"Jacqueline Sirius..."
Hasband's voice trembled, and he was shaking all over, unable to move before he spoke the final answer.
"Like Vincent Van Gogh, you heard inexplicable sounds? Saw inexplicable things? Almost went crazy to death? Under the parasitism of this monster, did you want to end your own life? Cut off your own eyes ?”
This is the truth of the story -
——The female prisoner J76 killed by s272 and g117 was not an ordinary human being.
It comes from over a hundred years ago, from 1889.
The second year after creatures from Canaan arrived in the underworld.
Mrs. Canaan's desk calendar always stays on June 21, 1888.
She must have had contact with Vincent Van Gogh before, and left a part of her essence behind.
The sight of alien gods, or a more intimate contact, drove the painter even more crazy, and he became the body of Canaan.
The water stains emerging from its body and the fishy-sweet sea breeze all point to the Fangfeng settlement. Different from the hive consciousness of the tribe, it is ferocious in nature and pursues carnivorism, which is another branch of the evolutionary path of life in Canaan.
"Glory! I did it! I succeeded!" Mr. Hasband smiled: "I can prove your innocence! You are not a murderer - you killed an ogre demon, which is a secret library The Canaanite life recorded in it is likely to be a new variant. It is different from its docile mother. This life is more vicious in the process of performing DNA sampling. It will eat the target directly as a parasite."
Hasband picked up the knife and groped around the body, cutting open more blood vessels and muscles.
"It's true... The size of her leg arteries is twice as thick as that of a normal human woman - even though the muscles have begun to rot and dissolve, the sweet taste is still fresh, this is evidence."
Right now, right now.
Mr. Hasband's inspiration was frantically calling the police.
He suddenly turned back and looked at Jacqueline's head. He felt a strong curiosity in his heart and could hardly suppress the psychic fluctuations that were similar to hallucinogenic hypnosis.
"But...what happened to her hair?"
"Is there any living thing in the world that can change the color of dead cells like nails or hair?"
"Is that really hair? Why does it turn blonde one moment and black-green the next?"
"Can a simple temperature tracer do such a thing?"
As if possessed, he followed the body all the way back to Jacqueline's head.
The neck of the female corpse has been cut open, and the lymph, large blood vessels, and viscous liquid in the trachea are bubbling out.
Hasben saw a strange scene. The originally pretty Eastern European beauty had now changed her face.
That face belonged to Hasbourne's mother, Mrs. Madison.
She is the mother that this young man has been dreaming about, and she is the most important person in his life.
The temperature of 16 degrees made the young man feel cold. In order to ensure that the dissection work could proceed smoothly, he wore almost only a butcher's apron. The more than half an hour of dissection work took away almost all of his body temperature.
Under the influence of the hallucination, he almost involuntarily threw himself into his mother's arms. How long -
——How long has it been since you gave your mother a good hug?
Maybe four years? Maybe longer?
When he ran away from the township with his two brothers, he vowed to stand out and become a brave and upright warrior of Guangling.
Adventure in the underground world is a brave game for passengers. In order to ensure that this game can continue smoothly, there are still many ordinary people who need Guangling to stop and the protection of soldiers.
But the outside world is so terrifying, and life in the Rangers is not as simple as he thought. Compared with dealing with disaster beasts with guns, it is much more difficult to deal with cunning Homo sapiens.
In everything you do, you must be humane and nepotistic, and learn to stand in line and be tolerant.
After arriving in Area 11, Hasband realized that the rules of the world were like a cold pyramid.
Even though he tried his best to climb up and prove himself with martial arts and marksmanship, he found that the money, fame and status he earned through hard work were far less than the starting point of others.
He cherishes the results of his work so much that the attitude of the consul of District 11 towards him is not as important as the nameless sister's shoe.
These things made the young man exhausted mentally and physically. When he saw his mother right in front of him, he couldn't help but burst into tears. He fell on Jacqueline's body and hugged the cold female body tightly.
There are many things that mature social people cannot tell others -
——You can only stay at home, or simply find a tree hole to talk to.
The blurry hallucinations almost penetrated Hasban's psychological defenses.
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[part2·alive]
At this moment, the warden sitting in the control room swept away the previous haze.
He rubbed his bright red hair, his eyes shone brightly, he slowly straightened his waist from the massage chair, took out his own snacks from the egg steamer, and peeled the eggshells in a delicate and mysterious way.
The warden stared at the scene in the autopsy room.
The cold electronic screen was unable to transmit spiritual pressure, and the warden never expected that Hasband Madison was already in a blurry illusion.
But in just a few seconds, this young and handsome man with red hair like Haspen Madison was immediately distracted by a more exciting and exciting program.
Turning to the felon interrogation room - the happiest thing is watching a girl beat up an old man!
Then it was free time at 10:30 in the morning to go to the public area.
The four couples he was chasing were having sex with each other next to the small private room in the coffee bar today. After a while, they started to quarrel. It seemed that they were starting to pull some weird soap opera plots over several complicated love triangles.
The fresh and tender protein was brought between the lips and teeth under the bite of four sharp canine teeth, and then swallowed in one gulp.
The warden and Teacher A Ling have something in common. They are the leaders of the same military unit - the violent melon-eating team.
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Back to Haspen Madison.
Happiness always comes with crisis, and no matter when, pride always comes with forgetfulness.
He envisioned countless reunions, and the happiest moment was when he hugged his mother again, which meant that he really stood out, survived the busy battles, received his salary, took vacations, took the train to his distant hometown, and was able to buy everything Beautiful clothes, go to your mother's side, listen to her chattering, and listen to what happened recently.
After just a few words of greeting, from the words urging marriage and having children, I twirled her hair, held her face, kissed her forehead, and prayed to God, hoping that time could be longer, slower, and take in all the good things. Keep them all.
It's just that during the process of twisting the hair, there were some minor accidents.
The hair that Mr. Hasband is most concerned about, the hair that is most taboo, the hair that is most incomprehensible.
At this moment, the slender hair seemed to be alive. They were rooted in Jacqueline Sirius's brain, controlling this woman and constantly releasing bioelectrical nerve signals.
The seaweed-like hair turned into steel needles in an instant, following Jacqueline's hands in a hug.
At the moment when Hasband became [at ease] and revealed the [Death Door].
Canaan's life has found an outlet and the qualification to live.
She hugged Hasbon tightly, her hair got stuck into Hasbon's scalp, and headed straight towards the seam of Tianling Gai!
Severe pain struck, and Hasben suddenly woke up. It was difficult to stay conscious at that moment!
He looked at the female body that was close to Chi Chi, and watched his mother's face gradually change into J76's face. His huge shame almost overwhelmed everything, and his anger made him blush, but he couldn't say a word!
Any word, any text, any language becomes unfamiliar at this moment.
"You're speechless."
Jacqueline had already begun to move, and her wet facial muscles twisted and deformed, turning into a friendly and pleasant smiling face.
"I can feel your brain. It's so rich! So rich! The brain capacity is 1,770 milliliters! Far more than an ordinary person! Such rich essence! What an unexpected surprise!"
Jacqueline said: "The language block is now in my hands!"
Hasben read: "The language block is now in my hands!"
This scene is very strange.
The corpse is talking, with rich expressions.
Hasben was about to lose control of his facial muscles. His scalp was in severe pain, but he couldn't cry. His skull felt like being stabbed by needles. His body's stress response was causing him to sweat, but he couldn't move.
He could feel a warm stream of water piercing his cerebellum.
Jacqueline smiled and controlled Hasbon's body.
"You are not willing to accept it, are you? You must be very unwilling to accept it! You will soon belong to me... Oh no! It should be - we are going to become one! Homo sapiens!"
"Your cerebellum is out of control and your limbs will soon be paralyzed."
"You're so much simpler than this bitch, Hasband Madison."
"This beast dared to hurt her body, stab himself in the eyes, and try to trap me in her body. What a pity! It's really a pity. I admire her determination and courage very much, but she forgot - this There are so many White Lady products in this prison, and if you want to heal yourself, it’s just a matter of calling for help.”
Jacqueline stretched out her long tongue and swept it across Hasband's face.
"Let me taste your taste. This essence is powerful, powerful!"
"To reward you, I will let you live forever..."
The conversation changed from warm to cold in just one second.
"Ouch, ouch, this can't be done..."
Jacqueline's expression was artificial and immediately became gentle.
"Jacqueline Sirius is still alive. In order to punish her, I let her live. Even if I eat her internal organs, gnaw all her bones, understand her structure, and absorb her essence, I It still kept her alive - this brain is fresh, she can see you, feel you, so excited... I'm so excited..."
"Hey! Husband! Husband Madison!"
This crazy Canaanite creature smiled as if it had discovered a new world.
"She is actually shy! Mr. Hasband! Ms. Jacqueline feels shy because she is close to you! I can feel the pheromones secreted by her brain! She is nervous for you, worried for you, and sad for you She shed tears, but all these nerve signals cannot be transmitted to her face and cannot be expressed! This is the death penalty I inflicted on her! Haspen Madison, you'd better cooperate with me honestly..."
"What are you looking at? I can't control your eyes yet, where are you looking?"
The female corpse raised her head, followed Mr. Hasband's rolled eyes and looked out, and saw the cold camera.
"Oh! By the way! You must be thinking about the warden? I am holding you, but you are thinking about another person. What a pity... What a pity. Maybe the warden will only marvel and marvel at us Intimate contact! ~The dead can’t be resurrected, right?”
It was quiet all around, only the walkman was working.
"You beast." Jacqueline scolded: "You actually took away all my bones, cut open the thigh muscles, and even the Achilles tendon. I have endured it for so long, just waiting for you to lose your mind. That moment! Fortunately! Fortunately, patience is useful! Fortunately, it is all worth it! My Hasbon, I will live for you, so can you not have such a strong will to survive!"
Canaan seemed to be in trouble. When it reached the optic nerve area, it seemed to have hit an invisible magnetic storm airflow. That was Hasbon's spirit that was causing trouble.
If his eyes are lost, Hass will have hallucinations. In this tug-of-war, just being blind is not a terrible thing.
What Hasband is more concerned about is the inexplicable and wonderful visual landscape. If, like just now, his eyes betray him again, causing him to have fantastic senses, his nose will smell a familiar smell, or his mother's audio and video may be unrecognizable. Appearing in front of him, such extremely familiar people or things will make him take off his guard.
This is almost an instinctive conditioned reflex and cannot be defeated by willpower.
Even Xueming hesitated for a second when he first saw Mrs. Canaan transforming into Bailu and pulled the trigger.
"The warden has come over, we have to be more intimate." Jacqueline said this, having completely seized control of Hasbon's cerebellum and eroding the Ranger boy's spine center.
"Hahahahahahaha! You are so perverted! Hasbon! Think about it, think about it, even if you defeat me, how will you explain to the outside world, how will you explain to your mother what you are doing now? What did you do? Why not just admit defeat?"
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The warden looked at the surveillance screen of the autopsy room. He was holding popcorn and chewing it, unable to understand the true meaning of it.
"Do they have no shame at all?"
"How strange..."
"In the past, young couples who were flirting would find a small room to hide and do shameful things."
"Why is she dead, but not quite dead?"
"Is that language block in my hand some weird soul power verb?"
"Nowadays, love stories are getting more and more outrageous and riddle-like. I feel like I can't keep up with these post-00s generation. Although I am also a post-00s generation, can 1800 be considered a post-00s generation?"
"Should you turn off the camera? It seems very rude..."
"This guy didn't say a word. What do you mean?"
"Is he a Morpho? Can he manipulate corpses?"
"But it sounds like this girl wants me to finish watching this little movie?"
"Oops, I can't let this kind of thing attract my attention! There are so many shots waiting for me to see..."
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"I just want to live, Husband."
Jacqueline's eyes were still out of focus, no different from those of a dead person. She was pressed against Mr. Hasband's ear, whispering in a very small voice to avoid being monitored by the surveillance camera.
"I will discuss with you and make a deal. If you are willing to combine with me, we can take turns controlling this body for a day, okay?"
"If that doesn't work, you can do it for two days and I can do it for one day."
"I have been trapped in that oil painting for more than a hundred years. I have not killed anyone or harmed anyone. It is entirely her fault that Jacqueline Sirius has become what she is now. If she is willing to do it, With this deal, I won’t take away all her essence. Her hands and feet are disobedient and she tries to resist me. I have no choice but to eat her whole body and replace her with new parts.”
"But I am such a compassionate and gentle being, and I left her a brain to feel the beauty of life."
"Do you understand what I mean? Hasband - she loves you, the owner of this beautiful skin, and hopes you can live well."
"To be or not to be, Hasband, that is the question."
"Just 250 milliliters of elixir can reshape this tattered body into the look of Jacqueline Sirius. After I leave this body, you still have sixteen minutes to come. Treat her."
"You are a warrior from Guangling, and it is your bounden duty to save lives and heal the wounded, right?"
The melancholy sound lingered in Hasbon's ears, like a devil's whisper.
"Are you really going to die without help? Are you really going to stand by and watch?"
"When you get out of this room, you are no longer a hero of the Rangers. You are a perverted corpse rapist. Even in Hedland Prison, you can only be regarded as the most disgusting and filthy prisoner. You have to be beaten every day. Beaten."
"What would your mother think of you, Husband?"
"I found it, I found her in your mind! Let me see, let me take a closer look..."
"Hahahahahaha!~You mama's boy!~It's so fucking disgusting."
"If your mother knew these things, she would probably be very sad——"
—— Before she finished speaking, a warm big hand grabbed Jacqueline's head and pulled Haspen's body away from the operating table.
The eldest sister carried the tattered corpse, even though her frosty face showed an incredible expression.
"Meaning!~"
Little Xingxing covered her mouth and looked at the young Ranger who was standing still, slowly regaining control of his body and half unzipping his trousers.
Little Xingxing held it in for a long time and finally said.
"You...are playing so big."
