Advent

However, to be more precise, when Allen walked into the "ward", the first thing he saw was not Raymond, but the rescue capsule.

On the way here, Alan once heard Rafael and Sakhir's introduction to the situation. They said that the entire Black Stork had been eroded by humans that could not be explained - and only at this time did Alan understand that that kind of The so-called "erosion" refers to what.

Even the rescue capsule that was miraculously preserved without being too much affected now looks completely different from the "normal" rescue capsule recognized by ordinary people.

Its outline generally retains the original capsule shape, but all the parts except the smooth glass hatch, metal, plastic, or rubber... all present a dull and mottled brownish-yellow.Group after group of mold-like things just clustered on the surface of those structures. Even if you just looked at it from a distance like Allen, you couldn't help feeling disgusted and didn't want to get close.

——This can explain why the group of scientific researchers isolated the "ward" from the other side of the observation room with an extremely hard synthetic glass curtain wall.

They were still watching Raymond Morecambe and his makeshift abode that looked like a monster's egg.

But they sent Allen in as if nothing had happened.

Allen stopped silently when he was several meters away from the rescue capsule.Noticing his hesitation, the loudspeaker in the corner of the room suddenly started to work, and the nervous voice of the tall, thin and unfriendly researcher came out of the microphone.

"Don't worry, sir, that thing looks like a super-contagious virus, but it's not poisonous, and those disgusting spots are just rust spots from the rust of the original material. We've checked."

Allen looked back at the researcher.

He was standing right behind Allen...behind the glass curtain wall, with a small, black button microphone pinned to his collar.

And Rafael was next to the researcher, his face was unpredictable, and he kept staring at Allen, with uncontrollable worry in his eyes.

"..."

Allen looked at the researcher coldly, then he retracted his gaze expressionlessly, turned his head and walked forward silently.

"Tsk—"

In a trance, he seemed to hear a disdainful hum, and the hum came from the researcher.

Out of a wonderful intuition, Allen felt that the other party seemed to be quite eager to see him panicked and completely out of order. It was for this reason that the panic and disgust in Allen's heart because of Raymond and the rescue capsule , was forcibly suppressed by him in the deepest part of his heart.

So on the surface, Allen seemed extraordinarily indifferent and calm throughout the whole process.

He came to the side of the rescue cabin step by step.

The closer it was to here, the more disgusting the rescue capsule looked.

The strange traces of rust made the originally inorganic life-saving capsule look like some kind of evil and filthy living thing, and what was even worse was that the people at the military base had installed all kinds of equipment around it in order to maintain the operation of the life-saving capsule. facility.

They used a new type of material that is most popular in human settlements far from the solar system - it is an organic material that is directly "grown" using biotechnology.

This kind of material is easy to obtain, and it is easy to make shapes that humans need, but the disadvantage is that they look wet and sticky, with an uncomfortable meaty texture, whether they look or feel.

But now, the fleshy pipes are intricately wound around the plaque-filled rescue capsule. When the circulatory system is working, those soft, milky white pipes tremble slightly and regularly.

As for the capsule itself, it looked pretty bad, too, in every sense of the word.

The sleeping potion in the rescue capsule should have been clear and transparent, but now... Maybe it’s like what those people said, this rescue capsule has exceeded the working limit for too long, and even the potion inside has deteriorated .

They had spoiled into some sort of brown-green, translucent jelly.

(Ellen even thought they were the secretions of some unknown monster).

A strange "thing" was tightly wrapped in these strange secretions.

thing.

Forgive Alan for having to use the word to describe his titular husband, Raymond Morecambe.The moment he saw him, Allen's mind went blank, and he couldn't find any other words to call him.

That really doesn't look like a human being.

At least, not in Allen's opinion.

Allen took a breath, and his face suddenly became paler than before.

He reached out and covered his mouth uncontrollably—he didn't want to spit it out here.

Allen doesn't have much positive feelings for Raymond, but the Raymond he sees now is still a bit beyond his heart's tolerance.

If the researchers hadn't removed the deteriorating potion near his face in some special way and put a new life support system on him, he would have looked like a complete monster, or a severely damp And moldy mummies.

Raymond Morecambe's skin looked as if it was about to melt, and had turned into a strange translucent texture. Allen could even see the brown muscles under the skin through his skin, even more so. What is disgusting is that even Raymond, who has been inside the hibernation chamber, seems to have suffered from that strange erosion, and the circular plaques that appeared on the surface of the rescue chamber also appeared on his skin. The layers of circular markings made Allen uncontrollably think of some deep-sea fish on Earth.

Raymond's eyes were deeply sunken, and the deep and black depression made Allen wonder whether the other party's eyeballs had also shrunk during the 100-year dormancy.And his hair has already fallen out, only a few sparse strands sticking wetly to the scalp full of plaque and blood vessels.Because of the existence of the life support system, the vent tube directly inserted into Raymond's throat made him open his mouth uncontrollably, which made his expression extremely grim and distorted. He was clearly sleeping, but he He seemed to be suffering unimaginable pain, and he was screaming silently.

"Mr Alan Morecambe, please approach Colonel Raymond and whisper his name."

The researcher's voice haunts him again.

His voice was indifferent, as if what Allen was looking at now was a normal wounded body rather than such a terrifying monster.

Allen couldn't control himself anymore and then took a few steps back.

"It's not Raymond—"

Allen turned his head and yelled at the people behind the glass curtain wall.

His heart was beating fast, his voice was hoarse and trembling uncontrollably.

The thing he saw wasn't Raymond at all, it was a monster.

A total monster!

"I know it's a bit difficult, and Colonel Raymond Morecambe is in a bit of a bad situation at the moment, but unfortunately he is your husband. Please calm down, Mr Alan Morecambe, and then I hope you will accept Reality — he's been in that place for so long, it's a miracle that he's alive, and maybe we shouldn't be so critical of his appearance anymore."

The researcher said in the loudspeaker that his speech was very fast and there was almost no ups and downs. When he said the last sentence, Allen even vaguely heard a little sarcasm.

His body trembled for a moment, he bit the tip of his tongue, and the severe pain flooded into his mouth along with the smell of blood, which instantly calmed him down a lot.

He took a deep breath, calming his heartbeat.

Allen realized that he had indeed lost his composure.

The fact that someone like Raymond Morecambe had lost his temper made Alan feel a twinge of disgust and embarrassment.

He had no idea that his reaction at this moment would be so intense... that guy just... just had an accident.Like being burned, or disfigured by a car accident, he shouldn't have felt such deep fear and disgust.

"Then let me repeat again, Alan, please go back to Colonel Raymond Morecambe's side as I said before, and call him softly... Try to be calm."

On the other side of the glass curtain wall, the researcher watched Alan return to normal with satisfaction, although the latter's face looked almost dead now.

He showed no mercy and continued to direct.

"Hey, Duran... come on, maybe we can move this to a later date, say tomorrow? Mr. Alan Morecambe has just gone through a long interstellar jump, and his physical and mental burden They're all huge."

Rafael has been paying attention to the situation at the scene. Seeing Allen standing silently and alone in front of the ugly life-saving cabin, Rafael only feels that he is almost out of breath.

He spoke to the researcher beside him somewhat in violation of the military norms, and there was a hint of pleading in his tone that he hadn't even noticed.

After hearing Rafael's request, the researcher named Duran turned his head and glanced at the latter mockingly.

"I guess I'm not asking too much, I'm just asking our big star to come up to Raymond Morecambe and call out his name. Is it that hard?"

When Duran said this, he deliberately did not turn off the loudspeaker,

Allen, who was inside the "ward", naturally heard Duran's words.

Most of the time, Allen doesn't respond much to the attitudes of the people around him. Whether it's fanatical love or ridicule, it's like a distant dream to him.

However, there might be something wrong with him today.

Hearing Duran's unceremonious words, a strong sense of disgust spewed out of his blood like black magma. When he didn't realize it, his fist was tightly clenched by his side. , looking at Duran's eyes flashed a trace of cold darkness——

And just at this moment, Duran turned his head and accidentally met Alan's eyes at this time.

For some unknown reason, his body trembled suddenly, and a coolness passed behind him.

Duran couldn't help but startled.

Allen is in the "ward". He still looks so thin and slender in worn-out clothes, like the kind of genetic bouquet that must be kept in a glass cover and carefully served. He was completely crushed.

But just now, Duran felt something frightening in his gaze.

What are you kidding——

Realizing that he was only trembling and uneasy because of Alan's gaze just now, a surge of anger surged in Duran's heart...and...a kind of cowardice that even he couldn't explain.

"...Call his name, let's make a record, and then you can go to rest, Alan."

When Duran spoke again, his tone still sounded arrogant and indifferent, but an assistant who was close to him couldn't help turning his head to look at Duran one more time.

After working together for so long, the assistant can certainly hear that Duran's attitude has softened—and this softening is only a momentary thing.

This is really strange enough.

However, it was precisely because he had worked with Duran for long enough that the assistant was quite clever in keeping silent about the change of his boss.

Allen knew nothing about this little episode that happened in the observation room, and the weird and intense mood was only for a very short moment, and then Allen suddenly came back to his senses.

After hearing Duran's subsequent orders, he was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his eyes.

As if he had surrendered, he slowly turned around and came to Raymond's side.

"Raymond... Raymond Morecambe."

He slowly called out the person's former name word by word.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

The additional life support system was still running, and they made that strange sound regularly, and the soft pipes vibrated with the operation of the machine.

Raymond's body like an underwater corpse was quietly sleeping in the dark green mucus.

Allen looked at him, and for a moment, he almost had an illusion—after he called out to him, Raymond would slowly open his shriveled eyelids and stare straight at him with his dark pupils. he.

As in all horror stories, under the call of a spell, the devil is resurrected.

……

……

……

But after waiting for a long time, Raymond's body remained motionless.

He didn't respond.

"Oh, what a pity."

After seeing this scene, Duran in the observation room let out a dissatisfied murmur.

He reluctantly moved to the assistant's workbench.

"It's true that Morecambe didn't respond to his omega?"

While speaking, his sharp eyes kept looking back and forth on the continuously beating surveillance data line by line.

"Report Doctor, no."

His assistants...and his assistants' assistants responded one after another.

Duran gnawed on his fingers nervously.

"This...it's not logical..."

he grumbled.

Yes, this is not logical, or in other words, it is not in line with Duran's intuition.

You know, long before Allen was brought to the Virgo human military base, Duran had already led his team to conduct a series of preliminary tests on Raymond Morecambe.

Without exception, those tests proved that half of Raymond Morecambe's body was now in a real death.

He has completely lost all senses. If there is no rescue cabin, he may completely fester into mud the moment he comes into contact with the outside air.

But that projection ball is an exception.

Or, everything about Allen Bracewell is exceptional.

No scientific theory can explain Raymond's reaction in the test, all the instruments, all the data tell people that this guy is completely brain dead... But if you play Alan Bracewell singing around him , or even just playing a silent projected image, Raymond's brainwaves, which were already in a straight line, would have violent ripples.

He will react violently to the sound and impact of the "Kraken" (of course, the "fierce" referred to here is only statistical, and in reality the guy has never lifted a finger from the beginning to the end).

All the details and signs proved that Allen Bracewell was an important opportunity to awaken Raymond, and it was precisely because of this that Duran forced Allen to have a fight with Raymond as soon as he arrived at the base. touch.

He never doubted his own judgment, but the reality was like an invisible slap, slapped hard on his face.

Alan's real person came to Raymond's side...

But Raymond's statistics are still more like a dead person than a dead person.

"(*&..."

Duran cursed quickly and in a low voice.

"Duran, I think your first observation is over? I think Alan needs a rest too."

Rafael observed the restless Duran, he lowered his voice and said softly.

After hearing what he said, Duran suddenly raised his head and gave him a particularly terrifying eye knife, as if he was about to explode in the next moment.

but……

"Okay, okay, you take your big star away..."

Duran suddenly changed his face, and then said.

He pressed a button, and the glass door swung open smoothly.

"Mr Alan Morecambe, thank you for your cooperation, you can go to rest now."

Duran said to Allen in a strangely polite tone.

Allen frowned, a little goosebumps arose because of the man's strange accent.

He stood there for a while, and then walked out of the "ward" with steady steps.

The glass door closed again.

The nightmarish Raymond Morecambe was on the other side of the glass.

After realizing this, Allen involuntarily relaxed a little.

But in the next second, he noticed a poisonous snake-like gaze falling on him...

He raised his eyes and was looking at Duran.

The latter's sight that seemed to completely strip him off made Allen feel particularly uncomfortable.

"Any questions?"

Allen asked bluntly.

Duran raised his eyebrows.

"You...you should take a good rest, Mr. Morecambe. There are still a series of tests to come. I hope we can cooperate happily."

A smirk appeared on Duran's face.

He said.

"Then I'll take him to the rest cabin first."

Rafael suddenly stepped forward to block between Duran and Allen, and he said to Duran in a business-like tone.

Then, he and he forcibly took Allen out of the observation room without waiting for Duran's response.

It's just that even under the cover of Rafael, Allen can still clearly feel that Duran's eyes have been falling on him.

At the last moment when the isolation door was closed, Allen faintly heard the conversation between Duran and his assistant...

"...he doesn't look like a star right now...we have to find a way...to make him..."

star?

To find ways to?

Allen frowned.

The sense of uneasiness similar to intuition kept surging in his heart again.