Extraterrestrial parasite

Autumn has arrived, but the weather in the East China Sea has not cooled down. Instead, due to the autumn weather, the temperature at noon during the day has always remained around 35 or 36 degrees.

Under such weather conditions, people like to lie lazily in the house and enjoy the cool breeze blown by the air conditioner to avoid being exposed to the scorching sun.

Shen Lang is no exception.

He sat in his office, moved his chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a teacup in his hand, looking down at the busy vehicles and people outside the building.

Last night, Shen Lang survived in the nightmare world again, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief. In this way, he could live well for another four days.

It's sad to think about it. He is only twenty-eight years old this year, and he obviously still has fifty or sixty years to live. When did he actually feel happy like a child for just four days of life?

Isn't this a kind of sadness?

After a while, he shook his head and closed his eyes slightly.

In an instant, as if time had passed, when he opened his eyes again, Shen Lang had already arrived from the office to the ninth communication hall in the nightmare world.

The so-called communication hall is for people like Shen Lang who have obtained points. Only those who choose to pay points to obtain "time" are qualified to enter here.

It's said to be a communication hall, but it's actually no different from a villa. If Shen Lang hadn't been here several times, I'd probably still feel dazed.

In the hall of the villa, six or seven people were already sitting on the sofa talking. When they saw Shen Lang suddenly appearing, they all looked at him.

"No. 47? Are you here?"

In the nightmare world, identity is a huge issue, and a cautious person will never expose his or her identity to others easily. Therefore, people who can enter the communication hall will use code names to represent themselves.

"Yeah. What are you talking about?"

Shen Lang randomly found an empty seat and sat down, picked up the red wine on the table and took a sip.

"We are in the process of communicating about our last mission... Speaking of which, what was your last mission world?"

The person who said these words was in his thirties, with a stern face and a beard. He looked extremely serious.

"The first Resident Evil movie. Thirteen people died."

There was no emotion at all on Shen Lang's face, as if this was just a normal thing.

"So many deaths?"

The man shook his head: "It seems that I am luckier than you all. Only two people died."

Only two people died, which was indeed much luckier than everyone present.

At this moment, four more strangers appeared in the villa.

The four strangers glanced at the people who were communicating and walked out of the villa in silence.

Outside the villa, the blue sea and sky stretch as far as the eye can see, including the entire Ninth Communication Hall. It's a small island in the sea.

This island is really very small. Stretching out about ten meters from the villa is the beach, and extending a few meters further is a wave of undulating sea water.

To say it is a small island, it is better to say it is a "reef" exposed out of the sea.

Seeing the four strangers walking out of the villa, everyone in the hall didn't care.

There are a total of one hundred and eight communication halls, and each communication hall is in a different environment. Although the current number of selected candidates is still small, it is inevitable that strangers will appear in the same communication hall.

So meeting strangers is so common. Everyone continued the previous topic.

"My last mission was Death Comes."

A man touched the stubble on his chin, "But it's different from the clearance methods and tasks mentioned by No. 47. It seems that our idea is correct. The nightmare world arranges different tasks for each selected person, even if they are the same In the mission world, if you rigidly follow the methods of people in front of you to pass the level, I'm afraid you will die in an ugly way."

"Even so, it would definitely be beneficial to communicate."

The few people present have recently watched all horror movies and science fiction movies from Europe, America and even Asia. Even so, when they really enter those worlds. Then I suddenly realized that the horror I felt while watching a movie was barely one percent of what I experienced in person.

After discussing and having a friendly exchange, looking at the time, almost half an hour had passed.

Every minute and every second of the time in the communication hall was earned by everyone in the struggle to death. It was more precious than money. Seeing that there was no useful information to exchange, some people immediately left and went offline.

A person disappeared from the sofa in an instant, and only Shen Lang was left sitting still.

Picking up the glass and drinking the red wine in one breath, Shen Lang stood up and silently said "Return".

Feeling the same dizziness as before, Shen Lang slowly opened his eyes.

"Huh?"

Shocked and inexplicable, Shen Lang looked around to confirm that this was not his office.

In fact, anyone who is not blind would never think that this is an office.

High mountains, cliffs, and endless rivers and forests below. Shen Lang unexpectedly appeared in a strange place that he had never been to before.

This sudden situation made Shen Lang think that there was something wrong with the nightmare world.

And it’s still a very serious problem.

"Don't be nervous."

A voice, a strange male voice, suddenly came from behind Shen Lang.

Turning his head suddenly, Shen Lang was so surprised that he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

After taking a few steps back, there is a cliff below.

After experiencing life and death for three times, Shen Lang's mentality has long been different from that of ordinary people. Tenacity and calmness, these two qualities that he already had, have been brought into greater play.

But despite this, he was still a little surprised when facing the man a few meters away.

Just because that man's face was shrouded in black shadow, it was impossible to see his specific face clearly. That black shadow was a bit like a thick black fog, mercilessly swallowing up all the light that hit the face. Its behavior and the way it appeared were extremely weird. How could Shen Lang not be suspicious and take precautions.

"Who are you?"

Quickly calming himself down, Shen Lang pursed his lips and kept his face calm.

"Shen Lang, male, 28 years old, unmarried, living at home..."

The man ignored Shen Lang's increasingly ugly look and told him everything about Shen Lang, including his bank account password.

"friend."

Shen Lang spoke slowly, quickly piecing together words and coping methods in his mind.

"You have said so much and know so much about my situation. Do you think that not only is your identity not simple, but you also have something to do with me?"

The man closed his mouth, and although he couldn't see his face clearly, Shen Lang felt in his heart that he was looking at him.

"Mr. Shen..."

The man's tone was very calm, "He is a smart man, so if you speak openly, I believe Mr. Shen will naturally know how to choose."

"You guessed it right. My identity is not the chosen one, but one of the debuggers and maintainers of this nightmare world."

"Guardian?"

Shen Lang frowned.

"The maintainer is what our foundation calls it. Generally speaking, you can think of it as the GM in the real game."

The man's information contained so much information that Shen Lang had so many questions in his mind.

For example, what exactly is a defender, what is a foundation, and what does this strange man want to do with him?

Since this defender appears, doesn't it mean that someone is controlling the nightmare world behind the scenes?

What kind of organization and force can create something like a nightmare world that transcends real-life technology?

After thinking so much, there was only one question that came out of Shen Lang's mouth: "What do you want from me?"

"Zip Natural Science Foundation, this is the name of the organization behind me."

The man's tone and attitude did not change at all: "The reason why I specifically called Mr. Shen here is for no other reason than that the foundation values ​​Mr. Shen very much and hopes that Mr. Shen can join the organization."

This naked speech style, straight to the point and revealing the meaning, made it difficult for Shen Lang to believe it.

If this was not a nightmare world and had experienced too many bizarre things, Shen Lang would probably just laugh it off.

But now, he could only slightly withdraw his gaze from the man's face, swallowed, and asked: "What do you mean by joining the organization...?"

On the high mountain cliff, a breeze blew, covering up a lot of what the man said.

But Shen Lang still heard it, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink. (To be continued...)