Camouflage Alpha

The colorful liquid fell to the ground together with the glass shards, and immediately began to evaporate.

In an instant, Shen Yaochuan's body was filled with colorful particles.

A trace of worry flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting, and his voice was steady, raising his hand to signal Xiang Shaoyang: "Don't move."

Xiang Shaoyang still maintained the posture of touching the gun with his fingertips, and looked at him quietly after hearing this.

"This protective clothing has a complete filtering function. You should still have an incompletely metabolized blocker in your body, so it should be safe." Shen Yaochuan comforted him softly.

As he spoke, he quickly opened the terminal and began to report the virus leak of the cathedral. Before the news was uploaded, he heard a sudden silence around him.

It is because the working noise from the fresh air system and the air conditioner has completely disappeared.

Then plunged into darkness.

Power out.

It should be that Hannigan has already made emergency treatment.

Shen Yaochuan heard distant screams and the noise of the crowd blasting pots.

And he and Xiang Shaoyang stood here quietly, standing in the darkness, as if they were in the same position as when they were in the meeting place before, always drifting away from the crowd.

He heard Xiang Shaoyang calling himself in a low voice: "Yaochuan."

Shen Yaochuan didn't notice that this was a title that omitted the surname, he only thought that the other party was nervous.

"It's fine," he said softly, "I'm fine."

He was registered as Subject A0000 for a reason.

A series of experimental subjects - infected with Hela virus but not fully mutated, no mutant form, registered as a human being.

People who have already been infected will develop antibodies to Hela virus and will not experience symptoms of secondary infection.

With a little light outside the window, we can see that the colorful particles are gradually becoming finer and finer, the Tyndall effect in the air is slowly disappearing, and those particles containing the virus seem to be alive.

Moving towards any place in the air.

Shen Yaochuan closed her eyes.

He knew that everyone in this church, regardless of their status, was hopeless.

But suddenly an outline appeared in his mind.

That person doesn't make him like it, but it doesn't make him bored either.

Talking a lot, and being too enthusiastic, always being rejected but never giving up.

He is a kind and gentle man.

Song Zhicheng.

Shen Yaochuan remembered that he smiled complacently at himself when he took a picture of the wine earlier.

He has been with Song Zhicheng for a long time, as a classmate and a colleague, so long that he can even think that Song Zhicheng will definitely give him the wine.

Song Zhicheng was still at the auction venue.

Is there any salvation, will he die or become a mutant?

Song Zhicheng at this moment is Schrödinger's Song Zhicheng.

But Shen Yaochuan didn't hesitate, he said to Xiang Shaoyang: "Wait for me here."

He was going to see Song Zhicheng. If this person became an incomplete mutant like himself, then at least he should not go his own way.

Life as an experimental subject is too bitter.

If he becomes a mutant, or dies.

Then, from a scientific point of view, this virus leak accident that affected hundreds of people should also be recorded by someone.

How did it start, what are its characteristics, what will become of it.

These records are of great significance for future research on the Hela virus project.

Shen Yaochuan didn't expect what would be waiting for him in the venue.

***

10 minutes ago.

The venue suddenly lost power, the big screen suddenly went dark, the speakers were silent, and even the chandelier went out.

The confusion of the host's "power outage" was drowned in the discussion of the crowd. She lifted her skirt and walked carefully to the sound console, trying to communicate with the sound controller if there was any notice.

She just took a step in the high-heeled shoes with stiletto diamonds, when suddenly a soprano voice came from the audience.

The discussion stopped for a moment.

Only a thin female voice was heard shouting incoherently: "Husband? Husband! Husband, what's wrong with you!"

The host was standing on the stage, she followed the voice, and through the lights coming in from the stained glass windows of the church, she vaguely saw the woman,

Wearing a white dress and kneeling on the ground, the people around her moved away in a tacit understanding, so it is not difficult to identify.

Her expensive white silk and lace dress was covered in dirt, probably blood.

And a man fell into her arms, still twitching non-stop, mouthfuls of cloudy liquid poured out of his mouth, like a small fountain.

The woman hugged the man and sobbed softly.

But only a few seconds later—

The man's twitching stopped suddenly, and the host even heard his voice, which was very weak, but it was indeed a human voice: "Irene?"

The woman sniffled obviously, she obviously couldn't believe it, and there was surprise and doubt in her voice: "Husband?"

Immediately, only the sound of "咔咚" was heard, which was the sound made by the bones and muscles that made the teeth sore.

The man's body almost turned back beyond the limit, a pale, slender, bony hand stretched out from the depths of his throat, grabbing the man's mouth.

Then came the other hand.

Then there is the head.

This process is as if some life is giving birth, wonderful and strange.

The woman in the white skirt finally came to her senses and screamed in panic.She backed away on hands and feet, trying to get away from her lover, but she touched a cold, smooth, wet object on her hands.

Why is no one talking anymore?

And no one screams anymore?

Aren't they all afraid?

She looked around suspiciously.

His mouth grew wide because of the shock, but he couldn't make a sound.

On the stage, the head of the host wearing a beautiful blue mermaid skirt was split from the middle, and two parts of her head appeared. Two huge, fleshy fascia-like things grew out of her back, slowly stretching, and trying to Fanned.

Much like butterfly wings, but much uglier than a butterfly.

Behind him, the thing touched by his hand was a long pale tongue, a mouth full of fangs grew out of the tip of the tongue, and transparent mucus dripped continuously from the mouth.

The bodies of several young girls fell into the cake, and the convulsions stopped abruptly.

They are like dolls being manipulated by strings, their joints stretch out stiffly and creak.

As the limbs were put into a spider-like posture, several arms came out from their ribs—no, that was their ribs, the pale bones hung with bright red meat, piercing through the thin tender skin and protruding out of the body , extended into slender arms.

The woman was dizzy for a while, and could hardly believe it was real.

But suddenly she heard someone talking.

A deep and slippery voice said: "Is this 'God'? It's so ugly."

The other one is a little gentler and sounds more pleasant: "It's just a failure, how can anyone be a god."

She suddenly looked in the direction of the speaker, and a stone fell to the ground in her heart.

She recognized the two men.

It was the two who fought each other for the last lot - VIP No. 9 and the gentleman at the next table.

The woman opened her mouth. She wanted to ask for help, but saw one of them looking at her with very strange eyes.

It's like a poisonous snake quietly watching its prey.

This feeling sent chills down the back of the woman.

She heard them say, "There's someone alive."

"do you want to eat?"

"The garbage abandoned by the gods also smells bad to eat."

"Then I will eat."

After the gentleman at the next table finished speaking, he walked towards her.

As he walked, his body swelled up, and his gradually taller body cracked the expensive dress.

Something hard appeared on his head, like a bird's mask, with a pointed front protruding and covering most of his face.

The neck became slender, thorn-like surroundings appeared on the shoulders, and any skin on the body was turning over regularly, like falling dominoes, and silver scales soon turned out.

His hands turned into sharp claws and grabbed the woman's neck.

A tear slid down the woman's cheek and hit the clenched hand.

She looked over the man's shoulder and wanted to ask VIP No. 9 for help.

However, the moment he saw VIP No. 9, he became even more desperate.

Where is the No. 9 VIP.

Standing there was a man in the posture of a horse. The lower half of his face was covered by a bone mask, and his ears became very pointed. Although the upper half of his face was still beautiful, his eyes became sharper and more ruthless.

His body seemed to be covered with hard "bone", as if wearing a white and beautiful armor.

Women instinctively feel that he is powerful.

Not the kind of reliable strength, but the strength of a beast.

It is powerful as a hunter.

Her body trembled uncontrollably.

Shen Yaochuan walked lightly in the corridor.

A few patrolling mutants passed by him, as if smelling "food", they showed their sharp teeth to him.

Shen Yaochuan narrowed her eyes slightly.

His pupils disappeared, which made the light gray eyes more transparent, more like two beautiful gems.

That beautiful gem looks at these mutants.

They flinched suddenly, and even closed their mouths, their heads almost touching the ground, and retreated cautiously.

Shen Yaochuan didn't oppress these mutants further, he just kept his usual indifference and walked past them.

Finally came to the entrance of the venue.

He took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and gently pushed open the half-hidden door.

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