Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

At dawn, the city gradually wakes up from its slumber, but the police station is already busy. In a bright but serious office, two policemen are discussing a recent difficult case.

The police officer in charge of the case looked deep and thoughtful as he said to his colleague beside him: "Do you think the criminal is a single person? The modus operandi of this case is complex and varied, and there are some contradictions in the traces left at the scene. I always feel that there is more than one person behind the scenes." The police officer frowned slightly, with doubt in his eyes, and responded: "I don't think so. Judging from some details, this is more like an organized gang committing the crime, but they are hiding very deeply, and we have not found any solid clues to connect them."

As the two were talking, another policeman hurried over and prepared to throw the garbage in his hand into the trash can in the corner. His movements were somewhat casual, and his mind was still on the case he had just discussed. When he approached the trash can, he suddenly found a big hole on the ground in the corner. The edge of the hole was jagged, and there were some fresh debris around it. It was obviously chiseled out not long ago. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and a doubt surged in his heart: How did this hole appear here? However, he didn't delve too much into it, but just silently made a note in his mind, intending to check it out after finishing the work at hand.

He ended his brief wandering thoughts and firmly shifted his attention back to the trash can. It was a dark green, slightly worn trash can with some stains around it, as if silently telling the busyness and complexity of the police station. He slowly reached out his hand, and his thick palm tightly grasped the lid of the trash can. With a little force, accompanied by a slight friction sound, the lid was lifted.

A smell mixed with waste paper and leftovers hit him in the face. He frowned slightly, but didn't pay much attention to it. At this moment, his eyes inadvertently swept across the inside of the trash can like a dragonfly skimming the water. Deep in the pile of garbage, there was a figure curled up inside. The figure was covered by layers of garbage, with only a small part of the outline exposed. It looked like a large object that had been discarded, perhaps a shabby doll, or a pile of crumpled and discarded clothes.

At first, he thought it was just some ordinary discarded items. After all, in the special environment of the police station, trash cans often become the destination of all kinds of strange things. It might be evidence from a case that was randomly discarded here after being processed, or it might be sundries thrown in by police officers when they were cleaning the office area. He just had a flash of doubt in his mind, and then shook his head, as if to dispel these insignificant thoughts from his mind, trying to concentrate on completing the simple task of throwing away the garbage.

His eyes became focused and firm again, and his hands did not stop moving. He held the garbage bag high in his hand. The bag was heavy because it was filled with garbage. The bag was bulging and seemed to be about to burst in the next second. He adjusted his posture, aimed at the center of the trash can, and prepared to throw the garbage directly into it, making all this an insignificant episode in his busy work. However, the gears of fate quietly turned in this seemingly ordinary moment. A thrilling crisis was about to begin next to this insignificant trash can, but he was completely unaware of it. He was still immersed in his routine work rhythm and was about to be drawn into a vortex of terror beyond imagination.

However, just as the full bag of garbage was about to sink into the bin like a falling meteor, the Demos clone in the bin seemed to be awakened by a mysterious and evil force. It had been hiding deep in the pile of garbage, like a demon hiding in a dark lair. At this moment, its eyes, which were originally closed like a dead object, suddenly flashed a strange light, just like two flickering will-o'-the-wisp lights in the dark night.

Then, in an instant, a surging force, as if from the depths of hell, erupted from the trash can like a volcanic eruption. This force, with the smell of decay and death, swept around with overwhelming force. The air around the trash can seemed to be ignited instantly, making strange crackling sounds, like countless resentful spirits groaning in pain. The trash can that had been quietly placed was also suddenly overturned by this force, and the garbage in the can was splashed everywhere like flowers from the sky, and the stench and ominous smell filled the air.

And Demos, like a dark messenger given life by the power of the devil, soared from the trash can at an astonishing speed, like a black lightning that cut through the dark night sky. Its body quickly and strangely unfolded in the air as it rose rapidly, like a flower of death that instantly bloomed in the evil soil. Its huge and weird figure was fully revealed. Its body was huge and bloated, and its surface was covered with sticky, glowing black scales. Each scale seemed to be engraved with ancient and evil runes, as if telling a horror legend from an unknown dark world.

Its many tentacles were like dancing pythons, waving and twisting in the air. Those tentacles were thick and powerful, covered with sharp barbs, flashing cold light under the dim police station lights, as if they could easily tear apart anything that blocked it. Its head was like a huge, deformed tumor, and its two eyes flashing blood-red light were like the eyes of a demon, staring at the front, revealing endless greed and cruelty. It opened its bloody mouth, which was full of jagged fangs dripping with corrosive mucus. The mucus dripped onto the ground, instantly corroding small pits with black smoke and making a hissing sound. Like an octopus-like monster crawling out of the dark abyss, it descended into this originally peaceful police station with an evil momentum to devour everything in the world, instantly breaking all peace and order, and making everyone who witnessed this scene shrouded in endless fear, as if they were in a horrible nightmare of the end of the world.

The policeman was frightened by this sudden change and screamed, his voice full of fear and shock. His body instinctively stepped back a few steps, but he accidentally tripped over the chair behind him and fell to the ground in a mess. Another policeman heard the scream and immediately turned his head. Seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and blurted out: "Oh my God, what is this?"

Demos didn't give them much time to react. It flew at a policeman at an extremely fast speed. The policeman felt a flash before his eyes, and then he was tightly entangled by Demos. Demos' tentacles were like tough ropes, quickly wrapping around the policeman's neck and body, tightening more and more. The policeman struggled desperately, trying to pull Demos' tentacles away with both hands, but Demos's power was too great, and his resistance seemed so powerless. His face gradually turned blue and purple, and his breathing became more and more difficult. He could only make a weak cry for help.

Seeing this, another policeman quickly pulled out a pistol from his waist and shouted, "Shoot! He's almost strangled!" His voice was trembling, but his eyes were determined. He held the pistol tightly with both hands and tried to aim at Demos, but Demos was entangled with the entangled policeman. He was afraid of accidentally hurting his colleague, so he hesitated on the trigger.

At this moment, Demos seemed to sense the hostility and the threat of the police's impending attack, and its huge and strange body began to undergo strange changes. From the core of its body, a frightening and strange red light slowly seeped out. The light was like a ball of magic fire burning in the depths of darkness, spreading to its entire body at an extremely fast speed. As the red light spread, one of its eyes seemed to be injected with endless madness by the devil, and began to flash wildly and irregularly. The blood-red light was like a sharp blade, piercing straight into the hearts of the surrounding police officers, as if nakedly demonstrating to them, declaring its inviolability and powerful strength.

The policeman who was tightly entangled by Demos was in a critical condition. His body was tightened by Demos's tentacles, and his struggling movements became weaker and weaker. Gradually, his hands fell down powerlessly, and his legs no longer had any strength to kick. His face turned from red to purple, and finally became pale. His lips were bloodless and slightly open, but he could no longer make any sound for help. His eyes were closed, and the breath of life was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time, and he would fall into an endless dark abyss.

Witnessing this tragic scene, the remaining police officers' anxiety instantly erupted like a volcano. Their eyes were filled with anger, worry and eagerness, and they rushed forward without hesitation. Their steps were hurried and flustered, causing a tense wind. The police officers quickly gathered around the attacked colleague and tried to use their own hands to pull the disgusting tentacles of Demos off his colleague. They grabbed the tentacles tightly and pulled them in the opposite direction with all their strength. Some police officers' faces flushed red, and veins on their necks bulged, like twisted earthworms; some police officers gritted their teeth, and beads of sweat kept rolling down their foreheads, hitting the ground and splashing tiny water.

However, the tentacles of Demos seemed to be integrated with the police's bodies, or were firmly fixed by some supernatural force, and did not move at all. Every time the police pulled with all their strength, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree. Their faces were covered with dense sweat, and the sweat mixed with dust left dirty marks on their faces. The anxiety in their eyes became more and more intense, but they could only watch their colleagues' lives disappear bit by bit under the entanglement of Demos. The deep feeling of powerlessness drowned them like a tide. Every futile attempt was like a heavy knife in their hearts, bringing endless pain and despair, but they were unwilling to give up, and could only struggle on the edge of despair and hope.

Demos was completely immersed in the evil pleasure of sucking human blood, and turned a deaf ear to the policemen's desperate struggles and resistance. Its many thick tentacles covered with sharp barbs, like ruthless shackles, still tightly tightened the policeman's body, without any sign of relaxation. Its bloody mouth greedily fitted the policeman's neck, and its sharp fangs pierced deeply into the skin, making a creepy "hissing" sound, as if it was enjoying a bloody feast.

As drops of blood continued to be sucked into its huge and ugly body, Demos' body seemed to be injected with an evil energy and began to swell at a speed visible to the naked eye. Its already bloated body became even more swollen, like a black balloon about to burst. Its sticky black scales were stretched slightly open, and foul-smelling mucus flowed faintly from the gaps. At the same time, the strange red light emanating from its body became more and more dazzling. The light was like waves of surging evil, dyeing everything around it a terrifying blood red, as if announcing to the world that its power was constantly increasing and its reign of terror was gradually spreading.

In this desperate process, the police officer's body functions were rapidly disappearing. His eyes gradually lost their luster, and the originally bright and determined eyes became empty and lifeless. The vitality of life was quickly withdrawn from his body like the receding tide. His limbs trembled slightly at first, and then drooped limply like a puppet without support. His head tilted weakly to one side, and his body slowly fell down, landing heavily on the cold ground, raising a tiny cloud of dust.

The police officers nearby witnessed this tragic scene, and their grief was like heavy bombs exploding in their hearts. Their eyes widened instantly, filled with disbelief and endless sorrow. One of the police officers shouted in grief: "Oh, he was strangled to death!" The voice echoed in the corridor of the police station, full of despair and anger, as if it was a strong accusation of this cruel fate, and a gnashing curse on the devilish behavior of Demos. Every syllable was filled with their deep remembrance of their fallen comrades and their immense hatred for the evil creature in front of them. They clenched their fists, their nails deeply embedded in their palms, but they did not feel any pain, because the severe pain in their hearts at this time had already overwhelmed all physical perceptions. They swore that they must make Demos pay a heavy price for its actions, even if it cost them their own lives.

Demos seemed to have satisfied its appetite. It loosened its tentacles wrapped around the policeman's body and slowly flew up. Its huge body hovered over the police station, emitting a disgusting smell. Its eyes scanned the policemen below with indifference, as if looking for its next target.

The police watched Demos trying to escape, and their anger was instantly ignited. The police officer who had hesitated just now because he was worried about accidentally hurting his colleagues was now full of anger and determination. He shouted loudly: "Shoot! Don't let it get away!" The other police officers also reacted one after another. They quickly adjusted their state, raised their pistols, and aimed at Demos in the air.

Suddenly, gunfire rang out in the police station. Bullets rained down on Demos, whose huge body kept dodging in the air. Some bullets grazed its body, creating a puff of black smoke; others hit it directly, causing Demos to let out a sharp cry and begin to shake. However, it was not easily defeated. It used its flexible body and powerful strength to dash left and right in the hail of bullets, trying to break through the police's fire blockade.

The police officers did not back down because of Demos's tenacity. They held their guns tightly and kept adjusting the shooting angle and rhythm. Their eyes were firm and focused, and they had only one belief in their hearts: they must subdue this demon. In the fierce exchange of fire, Demos gradually showed signs of fatigue, with multiple injuries on its body, and its flying speed became slower and slower.

Finally, with the concerted efforts of the police, Demos was hit in the vital part by a precise bullet, and his body fell straight to the ground like a kite with a broken string. The police quickly surrounded him, their faces showing the joy of victory and the grief for their sacrificed colleagues. They pointed their guns at Demos on the ground and approached cautiously, fearing that he would suddenly rise again.

However, Demos had lost the ability to resist at this time. Its body twitched on the ground, and the light in its eyes gradually dimmed. The police did not relax their vigilance. While pointing their guns at Demos, they contacted relevant experts and support personnel. They knew that the other side had found a transparent box to put Demos in and imprison him.