Mermaid Reef

There was another long muffled roar.

This time there was a feeling that the ground was shaking and the mountains were shaking. Juan couldn't stand still, and fell to the ground while pulling the tent cloth.

"They're crazy, really crazy," said Professor Terekin palely.

Juan agreed with this statement very much, but unfortunately they were in danger, and judging whether they were right or wrong could not save their lives.

Juan pushed Terekin and motioned him to find the soldiers outside: "Quickly ask what this is, and stop them if possible."

Professor Terekin immediately came to his senses and nodded hastily.

The soldier was impatient and raised his weapon. Professor Telegin was forced to back away, forced an ugly smile, and gestured desperately.

Two minutes later, he came back with a dark face.

"madman……"

Terekin cursed a few words in Russian angrily, but Juan didn't understand any of them, but seeing Terekin's expression, it was obviously not good news.

Panting heavily, Terekin regained his composure, and began to repeat what he had inquired about.

The soldiers gave only two simple curses, and it seemed that if they didn't use the loudspeaker, they would force Terekin and Juan into the cave to investigate.

"They think it's just a monster in the cave... No, no, their tone is like talking about a man-eating tiger, get it out and kill it." Professor Terekin closed his eyes in pain, "They still think This is sympathy for the lives of our explorers!"

The veins on Juan's forehead were throbbing, he took a deep breath, and then asked: "It's not surprising that ordinary people who have never been in contact with the mystery would think so, but isn't this a secret agency in your country? It should have been established for half a year, isn't it?" You haven’t encountered a single mysterious incident, why would you solve the problem so roughly?”

Professor Terekin opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Juan suddenly understood.

That's right, the Russian nation who grew up in the ice and snow has this temper.

"Actually, I was surprised that they didn't bomb the mountain with artillery." Terekin smiled wryly.

"No, the Americans may have captured one or several of the evil god's relatives, so the Soviets have to live, and bombing the mountain can only get corpses."

Juan felt that his mind was very clear, and he saw things very clearly.

But what's the use of this?

Juan and Teretin lay prone on the ground, listening to the roar outside in fear.

The soldiers outside the tent seemed to see their shadows, thinking they were timid and cowering, they laughed and cursed.

"Do you think it's the evil god hiding in the cave, or the evil god's retinue?" Terekin asked tremblingly.

Juan thought to himself, what use does he think?It can't change the fact!

"Of course I hope it's the servant of the evil god, or the kind of wandering mutant creature that the evil god is sleeping and the servant has nowhere to go." Juan fumbled for his pockets. He didn't have any weapons on him, not even a pen or a flashlight.It stands to reason that they should find a way to escape from the camp, but it is dangerous to walk the mountain road at night, and there is no supplies.

But on the bright side, there must be no wolves around here.

The beasts were frightened away by the strange sound.

Juan held Terekin's shoulders and asked in a low voice, "Does the professor want to save people here?"

Terekin replied directly: "At this time, let's think about your own life!"

Juan breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that Professor Terekin would say something patriotic. This truth is true, but truth does not work in many cases.Juan was different from Terekin, he had neither friends nor relatives in this mountain area, and what Juan was worried about was only that the things in the cave would come out and endanger the distant towns.

The ground shook again, and the roar grew louder.

Juan stared intently at the noisy car radio, wondering what the hell was on this so-called ghost station?

Is it the voice of provocation and demonstration?

Professor Terekin said that this radio station has a special frequency, and it is very regular. It will appear once every few days, so it is easy to wait.

But everyone who tried to record the sound failed, and all they got was a bunch of electrical noise.

So the Soviets are now using the sound of the ghost radio... No wonder they chose to "provoke" the cave monster in the middle of the night, because the broadcast time is not fixed, so they can only wait.

Then at the same time, there must be many people on the earth listening to this ghost radio station. What are they doing?

Is it a mystery enthusiast like Terekin who sits in his study and records, or is it like the Soviets in this camp who think they have discovered the magical effect of ghost radio and play the biggest role of this strange radio wave...provocative mystery.

When Juan thought of this, his heart felt as if he had fallen into an ice hole, and his whole body became cold.

***

"Colonel Stanley, it works! This station really works!"

With a loud bang, a monster crawled out of the abandoned mine.

It looked like an orangutan, with two heads, festered fur, and patches of hard ore all over its body.

The monster roared and smashed the armored vehicles blocking the entrance of the mine, and also blocked the radio stations with vertical antennas.

The hard body was deeply dented, and soon a tank attacked the monster.

The monster was beaten by the artillery fire and kept screaming, while trying to escape to the distant mountains.

The man with the scar held a binoculars in his hand and gave a sinister smile.

"Mr. Moore, this is the so-called god who killed dozens of people in Heishan Town, and there are pagans enshrining it. It is actually just an orangutan."

"That's right, it's an orangutan."

The old man said without hesitation, "If you send the corpse to the base for autopsy, you will only come to this conclusion, just like the mutated creature we found in the North Pole, it looks like a leather blanket, it's ferocious and bloodthirsty, and it's irrational... Putting together the fragments of the body and testing it, it was just some sea creatures, and the dozen or so giant birds that almost sank the ship were actually just seabirds. Like us on the Nautilus submarine, they are just a group of unlucky eggs, not enemies .”

Scar Stanley turned his head slowly, staring at the old man like a dead dog.

The old man's assistant was already pale with fright. He felt that Stanley was a bloodthirsty beast, ready to tear people to pieces at any time.

However, the old man acted very dull, as if he could not feel this terrible murderous aura, and continued to speak provocative words.

"You say you are not afraid of the enemy, but you are actually very afraid in your heart, because you are not stupid. When you find that you can't locate the location of the ghost radio station, you know that it is impossible for human technology and weapons to deal with them..."

There was no way to say the following words, because Stanley rushed up and grabbed the old man by the collar.

"Cough cough."

The old man struggled for a little space, and immediately stabbed Stanley with a "knife": "You use the ghost radio to lure monsters, but you refuse to get too close to the battlefield. Why? Do you not believe in firepower? No, you are expecting a monster to appear. A real new devil that can compete with the Devil of Dead Island, let this angry devil rush to Dead Island to find enemies instead of you.

"

The anger on Stanley's face disappeared without knowing when, and he let go of his hand slowly.

"Mr. Moore, I admit that your wisdom is always higher than others."

The orangutan monster in the distance has been blasted to pieces by the heavy firepower, lying on the ground and twitching.

A crushed tank, an overturned armored vehicle, and the corpses of a dozen soldiers...

"Put on the helmet, put on the protective clothing, and drag this big guy away." Stanley picked up the walkie-talkie and issued an order coldly.

The old man was panting under the support of his assistant, and his assistant couldn't help complaining: "Mr. Moore, you really shouldn't offend Mr. Colonel."

"You don't understand." The old man looked straight at him.

The assistant suddenly felt a chill, because Mr. Moore's eyes were also a little strange, red in color, very similar to Colonel Stanley.

The old man stopped talking.

He knew everything from the assistant's reaction.

The old man thought silently, he is the same as Stanley... no, just like this orangutan, he is gradually changing and losing his mind.

The old man also knew one more thing, these captured monsters or corpse fragments of monsters were being used for human experiments.

The heretics of Semler died and came again.

How absurd that science and magic combined to try to turn humans into monsters of immense strength.

***

Jason woke up with a start.

The vines curled up on the bottom of the sea instantly spread out, and the ice crystals shattered.

"What happened?" Jason had never felt this way before. The dream seemed to be knocked by something, and he returned to reality before he had time to react.

The strange reef slowly "pulled" the scattered vines and covered itself again.

"A few evil gods ran out of our dreams just now. They made so much noise that I just woke up...I have been protecting you, so you didn't hear anything."

Gemil's voice was lazy and slow.

Jensen was charmed by the voice and froze slightly, then several vines suddenly lifted up.

"what?!"

How could there be evil gods coming to make trouble?

Gemil said lazily: "It is said that they heard the music from the rock palace at home, and they didn't bother to pay attention to it, but the music was too out of tune, so they asked me when to fix it."

"what?"

The vine fans were so confused that they were about to tie a knot.

Is he traveling the world with Gemil?Aren't they on the sea floor below the island?The island is not floating!

No, there are many evil gods sleeping on land, even if the island is drifting, it is impossible to drift to their doorstep!

Jason decided to get up.

"Don't worry, let them go to find Typhon." Guai Jiao grabbed the vines again, dragging them around.

Jason felt even more confused, and blurted out: "What does this have to do with Typhon?"

"Oh, I heard that the out-of-key music of the Rock Palace is accompanied by Typhon's snoring."

"what?"

Jensen immediately realized that Typhon might be right on top of him.

On Quicksand Island.

He also immediately thought of what was going on with the music playing all over the world plus the grunting.

"It's the thing Hans gave. It seems to be called a radio."

Jason pulled his own vines hard, like a tug-of-war with a strange reef, he asked in horror: "Has our voice been heard too?"

"No, I opened the field, and the sound can't be transmitted." Gaimil was nostalgic for the softness of the vine disc.

But Jason wasn't as easy to deceive as he used to be.

"We are just below the quicksand island! The closed domain itself is an abrupt existence, how can the sound of the quicksand performance not be affected? No, I want to go out! We must go out!"