Chapter 517 Abnormal development

  The storm swallowed the fleet, carrying heavy rain and thunder, like thousands of crows, hovering among the gray clouds, mourning death.

"so……"

  The voice of the epidemic doctor echoed.

  "The ultimate goal of both'sublimation' and'evolution' is to'upgrade', to be promoted to some unknown and greater existence. The two are just different ways of achieving their goals."

  The cabin shook violently, but the figure of the epidemic doctor was as solid as a rock, and his hands were not affected by the slightest influence, and he accurately cut the flesh and blood under him.

  Every time the knife is dropped, it will cause a low wailing, and then more blood will be spilled on the operating table.

  This is really a good time. The epidemic doctor likes this kind of weather, it looks terrible, but in this environment, he can deeply appreciate the magnificence of the world.

  The world is far more magnificent and beautiful than what you see before you.

   "So what is the ‘upgrade’ at the end of the two?"

  The Epidemic Doctor whispered softly, he was the only one in the cabin, and the dying guy under him, who was hardly a human.

Most of his body has been replaced by countless blood and flesh of monsters. In the opened chest, there are also weird scarlet organs, and blood bags are hung on the infusion stand, which contains the inferior secret blood that has been diluted. , Used to maintain the life of the target in this near-death situation.

   "Ah... it's complicated."

  The epidemic doctor can't figure it out. This is a weird paradox. It's like a person can't know what he doesn't know yet, and he can't imagine a color that he doesn't yet know.

  Because of his ignorance of “upgrading”, the epidemic doctor has been troubled for a long time, and it is difficult for him to paint the mysterious scene in his mind.

  The body under the body gave out rapid breathing, and the heart in the chest was beating violently, accompanied by hemoptysis.

   "What's wrong, do you feel uncomfortable?"

  The epidemic doctor put away his mind and asked with concern.

  Imagination is always just an idea. Only practice can find the truth. The epidemic doctor does not know what the end of the “upgrade” looks like. All he can do is to experiment according to his own ideas to verify the existence of the unknown.

  The creature on the operating table gave a painful gasp. It seemed to be dying, and it struggled hard, tightening the shackles, and seeing the blood bag quickly drying up, and the secret blood being drawn away by this body.

   "Out of control? The proportion of flesh and blood has broken the balance, or is you completely eroded?"

The epidemic doctor didn't feel nervous. He seemed to have faced this situation many times. The lights shook, reflecting the deeper parts of the cabin. Countless hideous and deformed bodies were piled up there, and the blood that flowed solidified on the ground, hollow. His gaze fell silently.

   "Is there still self-awareness?"

  The creature was struggling violently. The threat of death aroused the primitive instinct. The epidemic doctor opened its eyelids and carefully observed the fading pupils.

  The mortal's will began to collapse, from the inside out, completely turning into a dark and muddy soul.

   "You are being eroded into a monster, sure enough...not everyone has a strong willpower to support until the end of the operation."

  The epidemic doctor shook his head disappointedly.

  He is not sure what the end of "evolution" will look like. The epidemic doctor tried to replicate his own operation on the human body. He possessed far superior technology and materials at the time, but he ignored the biggest point.

  Will.

  These experimental products did not have as strong willpower as they did. Under this painful torture and erosion, they easily abandon themselves and become demons.

   "Forget it, you can't waste it."

The epidemic doctor murmured and increased the dose of the inferior secret blood. He could see that the bound body began to swell, the tough muscles continued to proliferate, and the bones protruded together, and the sharp fangs pierced the mouth and lost restraint. The vitality began to grow wildly.

  The shackles of imprisonment began to tremble, as if the demon on the operating table would break free of control in the next second.

  "Don't worry, don't worry."

The epidemic doctor put down the scalpel, took up the hammer and spikes, and nailed the sharp steel into the demon's joints, and controlled its agitation in an extremely **** way. The end of the spikes was connected by a strong chain. The earth was wrapped around its body, and the more struggling, the tighter the bondage.

   "I will leave the rest to you."

  The epidemic doctor looked aside and saw that the soldiers had already been waiting here.

  They expertly dragged the demon from the operating table, with long blood stains, dragged out of the cabin.

   "Wait, you stay."

  The epidemic doctor named a soldier. The soldier's movements were a bit stiff, but he stopped obediently, and then the epidemic doctor said.

   "Lie down."

  He stepped aside, revealing the operating table covered with blood and scratches.

The soldiers who left dragged the demon all the way to the deepest part of the cabin until they stayed in front of a door. Milky white gas overflowed from the crack of the door. The soldiers opened the door, revealing the frosty cabin behind it, liquid nitrogen. It is transported in the pipeline, continuously cooling the cabin.

  The soldiers threw the demon into the darkness below. This low temperature will not kill it, but will reduce its activity.

  The demon was caught by something, a frost-covered arm, and then more arms stretched out, and the hideous and terrifying body pressed on its body while moving slowly.

   is another monster.

  Under this darkness, there are countless demons. They are all waste products of the epidemic medicine experiment. They are trapped by heavy chains, breathing slowly and deeply, and pile up into mountains.

  ……

   "So, what went wrong?"

A few hours later, the epidemic doctor walked down the operating table in disappointment. The blood solidified on his robe and turned into dark masses. He pulled up the curtain and walked back to his desk, looking at it. The storm outside the porthole was lost in thought.

  At this moment, it is not just a matter of willpower. At a certain moment, the epidemic doctor thought of a new problem.

  When you reach the end of evolution and complete the "upgrade", will you still be yourself?

   Just like humans have become monsters, this is also an evolution in the eyes of the epidemic doctor, but after becoming a monster, the original will of human beings is wiped out, and while gaining power, it also turns into a vicious beast.

  Is it the same for “upgrade”? What was gained, and what was lost immediately.

  This time the epidemic doctor did not open the drawer. Instead, he lifted a heavy safe from under the table. It looked like it had been for some years. Despite careful maintenance, some corners were still covered with rust.

  The decorative pattern on the outer body looks very old, just like the old things in an antique shop.

The epidemic doctor unbuttoned his clothes and revealed his scarlet chest. His flesh and blood had been restless, and the proliferating skin would only restrict his flesh and blood. He picked up a scalpel, gently cut open his chest, and then reached in with two fingers. Clamp out a brass key.

  No one would have thought that the epidemic doctor had such a use for his body. He inserted the key into the whitened keyhole, twisted it slightly, and opened the safe.

  There are no precious treasures, nothing surprising, only books stacked together.

  The epidemic doctor could hardly get a solemn expression. He put on a pair of new gloves, took them out, and placed them on the table one by one.

  The packaging of each book is very simple. The only difference is probably the difference in wear and tear. It seems that these books were written at different times, and these times are very far away from the present.

   "Has it been so long?"

  The epidemic doctor felt the erosion of the years. He opened the first book. The first page was written with the author’s name and some nonsense. These nonsense was full of youthfulness and some neuroses, which made people feel ridiculous.

   "Charles Darwin."

  This is the name of the author and the name of the epidemic doctor.

  This is not a book, but the notes of the epidemic doctor. I never know how long ago, I started to keep notes. These notes describe the distorted life of the epidemic doctor.

  When the research is stagnant, the epidemic doctor will turn out all his notes and read it from the beginning, every time he will get some novel inspiration.

  Such as now.

  The epidemic doctor took off the beak mask and exposed his horrible face in the air. Because there was no skin wrapper, he sometimes felt a slight tingling, as if dust fell on the scarlet flesh and blood.

  The first note, the first note, contains the records of the epidemic doctor when he first became a doctor. He had not been in contact with demons at that time, but was just a doctor in a certain village.

  In his spare time at work, the epidemic doctor liked to dissect small animals and insects. No one cared about these things in that era. Only the epidemic doctor studied these things like a freak.

He roughly classified some creatures, and also made some more complicated observations and theories, such as larvae and butterflies. Although everyone knows that butterflies are born from larvae breaking through cocoons, it is still difficult to accept that they are. Ugly things give birth to beautiful butterflies.

  Just like humans and demons, who can believe that the so-called demons are just human beings plagued by erosion?

  "When we are'upgraded' to a greater existence, are we still us? Do we see ourselves as a human being, or see ourselves as a greater identity?"

  What the epidemic doctor thought of, he wrote in the latest notebook.

"Just like the abnormal development in living things, tadpoles become frogs, from one existence to another, and their life habits, morphology and structure, and even the way of thinking are completely innovated. It can even be said that they can be regarded as two completely different things. Biology, but it must be admitted that they are indeed the same species and the same existence.

  So, is this the same for human beings and their existence after the ‘upgrading’? "

  The absolute “rationality” of epidemic medical treatment attempts to deconstruct the “mystery”.

  "Just like humans and demons, under the blessing of erosion, they are developing in a direction similar to metamorphosis. Are humans and demons as the same species?

  Humans are demons, and demons are humans. "

  The epidemic doctor felt that he had thought of something, and a cold current passed through his heart. He was terrified of his thoughts, and felt a trace of despair for all this incomprehension.

   "Yes, humans are monsters.

  The living habits and structure between the two have undergone a complete change. Therefore, although they are similar to us, they stand in opposite directions.

  At the end of evolution, after upgrading..."

  The epidemic doctor stopped writing, and his vague thoughts became extremely clear.

  He said slightly religiously.

   "God does not love the world.

  God and man are like man and lamb.

  When a mortal becomes a god, what does a mortal mean to God? Even if God was once a mortal. "

  The cabin was quiet, even the wind, rain and thunder outside the porthole were isolated. In the long silence, only the epidemic doctor was left. He enjoyed this secret exclusively and tasted taboo fear.

  Wrapped in scarlet flesh and blood, the pupils of the eyes condensed into a point, and the fine bloodshots overflowed from the edge of the pupils, all over the white of the eyes.

  The epidemic doctor found the [truth], at this moment, in this scene.

  He knows the [truth] of everything.

  I got the answer so plain and without risk.

  He used to think about his own mood at this moment. The epidemic doctor guessed that he would revel and roar. He even thought it would be good to die at this moment, but when he really knew this, his reaction was very cold.

  This is a terrible and true answer.

   "After being upgraded, it is beautiful, but this beauty is only good for gods, and for mankind, it is just a dark nightmare."

  The epidemiologist wrote in his notes.

The more he writes, the more he feels that his wrists are heavy and he can barely hold the pen, his heart beats violently, his voice is clear and identifiable, and his flesh and blood are agitated by the nervous emotions, as if they all have their own will, crazy Wriggling, trying to get out of the body of the epidemic doctor.

  The Epidemiologist, Lawrence, Watson, Lorenzo... They are all embarking on an upgrade in different ways. Some are just starting out, some are in the midway, and some are about to reach the end.

But……

  What if this is not the case?

  The epidemic doctor hoped that for the first time, he hoped that he was wrong.

  His eyes fell out of the porthole again, and he had a new idea in his mind.

  Only practice can explain everything. The epidemic doctor now only thinks about his own guess. He is going to the end of this channel to see the answer to the puzzle and see if it is really what he thinks.

  The knock on the door sounded, saving the epidemic doctor from his crazy thoughts.

  He closed his notes and looked around vigilantly, as if some kind of enemy was approaching.

  There is nothing, some are just a soldier coming in a hurry.

   "I... we encountered a naval battlefield."

  "Naval battlefield?"

  ……

When the epidemic doctor stepped onto the deck, the soldiers had already begun to salvage, and saw that the entire sea area was covered by countless fragments and corpses. The storm dragged them here, and the wreckage spread to the gray. In the wind and rain.

   "It seems that there was a naval battle here not long ago, and the battle was fierce. Many iron-clad ships sank here," the soldier said.

  "Can you tell who the two sides are fighting?" the epidemic doctor asked.

   "One party should be a pirate, and the other party is not clear to us."

   "Is this..."

  The epidemic doctor found it meaningless, breathing the clear air, and the vast world soothed his depressed heart a lot.

   "He...he is still alive?"

  A surprised voice sounded, and a soldier dragged a pirate, shouting inconceivably.

  The pirate should be dead. In terms of his injuries, half of his body was burned, and some parts were even carbonized, he lost too much blood, and the cold water robbed him of his body temperature.

  This person should be dead, even if the breath is still alive, but soon, death will completely take his life.

   "Don't worry about him, it's hopeless."

  Some soldiers said that this kind of injury would only add to the pain and prolong life. They lifted the pirate and wanted to throw him off the ship.

"Wait a moment."

  The Epidemic Doctor raised his hand and stopped them. When he walked over, the Epidemic Doctor realized that the pirate was still holding something in his hand, holding an axe, and even the successive storms and the call of death failed to let him go.

   There was a faint voice, her pale lips trembled, and she murmured vaguely.

Zeo lost consciousness, but his tenacious instinct drove him to call for help. He didn't want to die yet, at least not in this way. He was the most heroic Viking, the pirate who plundered the Seven Seas. He couldn't do it in this ridiculous way. Die.

  The Epidemic Doctor looked at Zeou, and he thought.

  This is just the epidemiologist’s conjecture. No one really knows what will happen after being upgraded. Only practice can give the answer. Therefore, the epidemiologist is willing to have ridiculous fantasies.

   "You don't want to die yet, do you? I'll give you a second chance. I hope you can persevere."

  The Epidemic Doctor said to Zeo, the words were like a vicious curse.

  (End of this chapter)