Advent

In the ward belonging to Raymond, there was a strange smell in the air.

The smell will make people think of the sea before the storm, the dark cedar forest that no human being has set foot in for 1 years, or the ancient temple...Since the ancient priests lit incense, gray smoke rose, Brings a strong aroma that is almost suffocating.

It's just that the aroma is not pleasant and does not make people feel comfortable.

That fragrance only belongs to gods, only to demons... only to inhuman things.

"Ho...ho..."

At this moment, the "cleaner" felt that he was directly overwhelmed by this weird smell. He staggered back a few steps, and stretched his hands involuntarily to his mouth and nose. He wanted to breathe, but found that It became extremely difficult to breathe by myself.But there was nothing he could do about it, he could only gasp in pain, trying in vain to tear what was blocking his breathing from his face.

But apart from leaving countless deep scratches on his face and neck, the struggle of the "cleaner" was useless.

Even his movements became more and more difficult.

The "cleaner" was terrified. He has always been so vicious, sensitive, cruel, and like a bloodthirsty beast, but at this moment, he felt that he was so small that he was like a small bug that accidentally fell into the resin... …

A huge sense of panic pressed over him one after another.

He was shaking, shaking uncontrollably.He should have picked up his own weapon to fight, and then used his years of accumulated experience to quickly escape from this place, but his knees slackened, and he suddenly fell to the ground.

"Ugh..."

The man let out an uncontrollable moan.

He arched his back, subconsciously exposing his back and spine to the other party...

It was at this time that the "cleaner" realized in horror that it was nothing else that made him feel so panicked, but a strange creature's pheromone—this special breath was similar to that emitted by human male alphas Pheromone, however, the deterrence it brings is impossible for any human beings to achieve.

【"What the hell is this... What is it..."】

In the consciousness of the "cleaner", time suddenly became extremely slow, as slow as if everything was pressed the slow button.

He raised his head and looked in front of him... The tentacle he saw before was wriggling...

The "cleaner" can clearly see the broken surface of the tentacle: layers of muscle fiber tissue present a ring structure, white, slightly raised surface with a little light green mucus oozing.

And that tentacle is now moving on its own.

Suddenly, the "cleaner" realized that it was not an ordinary tentacle, at least not the tentacle he recognized—that tentacle was now in front of him, and it was transformed into another unique one at a speed visible to the naked eye. Creatures that people fear.

In the extreme tension and panic, the "cleaner" couldn't even organize the words to describe that thing correctly.

Its wriggling, mucus-covered surface quickly sprouted countless dense tentacles, and then those tumor-like fleshy protrusions began to grow and expand, transforming into countless translucent milk-colored tentacles.

Those tentacles danced continuously in mid-air, exploring everything around them as if they had self-awareness.And with the rapid growth of that thing, its skin was quickly stretched into a translucent state, and light green blood vessels could be faintly seen under the skin, and ring-shaped suction cups spread all over its body surface, and ring-shaped fine teeth Rubbing against each other in its wriggling...

Immediately afterwards, that indescribably filthy creature slowly stopped frantically wriggling.

It paused for a moment, covered with mucus, tentacles, and the surface of the sucker's body began to bulge and sag continuously. This amorphous piece of flesh became smooth and complete bit by bit, and finally formed a vague shape...

A pale, human-like thing appeared just like that in the quiet and dark room.

"..."

The "cleaner" opened his eyes wide in horror.

The familiar outline looming on the creature's face made him want to scream.

The extreme fear even made him burst out with amazing strength.

He grabbed his gun again with trembling hands, and then raised the gun and started shooting wildly at the thing.

"call out--"

"call out--"

"call out--"

The small sound of bullets piercing the air could be heard in the man's ears, but the trembling in his arms was getting worse.

He did manage to empty all of his clips.But he knew very well that none of the bullets had any effect—all the bullets seemed to have been injected into the simulated flesh gel for ballistic testing, and they didn't exert any lethality at all.

Even the pale humanoid could lower its head, looking curiously at the densely packed holes on its own body.

"Click."

After a while, the "cleaner" heard a strange, wet sound, and then, the bullets were pushed out of the creature's interior by something.They fell to the ground intact, making a crisp sound.

The "cleaner" didn't care about anything anymore, he immediately gave up the gun in his hand, and then touched his inner pocket.

He tried to take out his spare gun. Of course, he knew that that gun was of no use to that monster—that gun was left for him.

But at this moment, the "cleaner" felt something sticky and cold, wrapping around him bit by bit...

Then, the "cleaner" was hoisted.

"Hiss...*&...%￥..."

The man heard a strange sound coming from the inside of the monster in front of him.

He couldn't understand what it meant, but felt that the melody of that voice sounded familiar...

Wait, that voice is... that voice is a human song?

The body of the "cleaner" trembled even more, and he even wanted to vomit.

Because he soon discovered that the melody that the monster was humming now came from the legendary singer many years ago, "The Siren" Alan Bracewell.

And this monster is actually imitating himself.

Mimic him a few minutes ago, humming confidently, humming in the hallway with the gun on his way to the ward.

This monster turned out to be...with its own intelligence...

It's a pity that even if he realizes this, the "cleaner" can't do anything about his upcoming fate.

The monster hummed an ancient human song like that, and slowly approached the man.

The surface of its body began to emit wonderful colors, those colors were disgustingly bright, stripes, spots, color blocks, countless colors just kept changing and flashing in front of the man's eyes.

The "cleaner" tried to close his eyes, but he found that he couldn't even control his eyelids...

Along with the flickering of those colors, countless memories and pictures continuously emerged in his brain.

In the long and narrow corridor, he walked step by step into an office...

Hidden in the darkness, the man in uniform bent slightly, and pushed the folder in front of him with only two fingers.He reached out, opened the file...he saw Raymond Morecambe's files and photographs...

【"This is your mission goal this time."】

He was sitting in the aircraft, and the processed electronic sound without any ups and downs came from the communicator in his ear...

【"Everything has been arranged properly, the mission will start in 68 hours, 21 minutes and 39 seconds, and the mistress will erase all electronic traces for you. I wish you a smooth mission."】

【"All the people involved in this mission need to be obliterated. Next, I will broadcast the obliteration list for you: Nellie Lawler... Letitia Patchett..."]

【"Rafael Weitz"】

【"Saqiel Kruen"】

【"Alan Morecambe"】

……

Because of that secret mission, everything about the "cleaner" was constantly changing and flashing in his mind in the form of fragments.

At the last moment, the "cleaner" finally realized that this memory recall was not quite right, but he had no way to control himself.

This "uncontrollable" refers not only to his fingers, his muscles or his eyelids.

What he can't control is his own brain.

"No... no... stop..."

By this moment, his memories had been dug to the deepest and darkest level, all his secret past, painful memories had been turned upside down.

The pain even surpassed physical torture.

Even an agent like the "cleaner" who had undergone extremely rigorous training began to whimper in pain and cowardly, or in other words, he thought he was whimpering.

Just as the memory was coming to an end, the "cleaner" felt that the feeling of being completely controlled seemed to have weakened.For a moment, he regained some control with great difficulty, he subconsciously raised his hand, trying to hug his head, and the next moment, he touched something strange.

Those were a few seemingly slender tentacles.

Those soft and wet fleshy tentacles... have already penetrated deeply into his skull along his ears.

The "cleaner"'s fingers trembled.

At this moment, he finally broke down completely.

He suddenly grabbed those soft and slippery tentacles with great force, and tried to pull those tentacles out of his brain with great force, but they had penetrated too deep, and many small barbs went deep into his brain. The ground was caught in the ear canal of the "cleaner", and when he pulled out those tentacles vigorously, blood spurted out suddenly...

"boom--"

The body of the "cleaner" fell down.

A viscous, rust-smelling fluid was gushing from his ears and other wounds along with some mucus.

This makes the "cleaner" feel like his brain is like a rotten fruit.

Amid the intense pain and darkness, a shadow appeared before his eyes.

The "cleaner" turned her head to look at the other party with all her strength, but what caught her eyes was a familiar face.It was his own face.

That's what he looks like.

A man with a gentle appearance, a friendly expression, and no recognizable appearance in terms of appearance is bending over, staring at him with interest, just like how he bent over to watch his prey die in the past.

"Ho-"

That was the "cleaner"'s last impression of that monster, and it was also his last impression of his life.

The man's body just fell to the ground.

monster……

he thought.

"Please lock me up, a birdcage made of gold and silver...carved out of diamonds into flowers, made of moonlight into threads...burn my heart with flames, and my soul will become a white star... "

The "monster" hummed the old song belonging to Allen (now it can sing this song better), and slowly pulled its tentacles out of the man's brain.

Several black blood holes appeared on the opponent's ears and head, with mucus and blood bubbling out.

In the cognition of the "cleaner", the monster that seemed particularly terrifying and frightening, at this moment, actually didn't look so dexterous, and to some extent, its performance was even a little slow.

After singing Allen's song, its movements stopped suddenly.

It lowered its hands, looked down at the corpse on the ground, and was stunned for a while.

It didn't suddenly move again until there was a slight movement from a certain position that humans could not detect anyway.

The monster used his current human body unskillfully to walk towards the corner of the wall.

Immediately afterwards, its finally formed body gradually disintegrated into countless decomposed fine pieces of meat while walking, and then it climbed up to the air vent at the corner and got in.

After a few minutes, the chunks of meat cascaded down another vent.

It piled up, reassembled, slowly reassembled into the figure of a man.

Where it is now... is Alan's living cabin.

"..."

Allen was still asleep.

However, faintly, he seemed to notice something, he turned over and turned to the direction it came from.

Allen's cheeks were exposed among the layers of tentacles, and the "monster" opened its eyes wide in an instant.

"Ellen..."

A joyous grunt came from inside its body.

Immediately afterwards, it took a step forward and walked eagerly in the direction of Allen.However, just after it took a few steps forward, it stopped suddenly.

Its surface begins to shift...eyes, nose, facial contours...

Little by little, it changed from the appearance of the "cleaner" to that of a handsome and tall man.

If Allen is awake at this time, he will find that the man transformed from this tentacle is really "Raymond".However, because of its size, the proportion of this "Raymond" seems to be more normal, and it is also more handsome from a purely human point of view.

Raymond—or, we should call him the "White Emperor"—suddenly turned his head and stared straight at the tentacle that he had separated from.

His body was entrenched in the very center of the room, and a few tentacles moved, and he was in front of another "Raymond" in an instant, covering Alan's figure.

"Ellen..."

But the tentacle didn't seem to be aware of the threat and disgust emanating from the main body at this moment.

It murmured vaguely, and then staggered and manipulated its brand-new body again, walking in the direction of Allen.

It's just that, before it got close, it was suddenly pulled away by another tentacle...

"..."

It fell to the ground, collapsed soundlessly, and then recondensed into a vague human shape.

There was a wonderful tremor, and at the same time it re-transformed into a human form, dozens of thick or thin pale tentacles popped out from every corner of the room, and each of them sent a threatening attack to it. tremor.