When Rand Sifus looked at his little strange pet in a Kansas apartment, two people were wandering in a floating island lab at the northern end of the earth. Leaning **** the white metal wall.

Simon and Ryan, an unusually young scientist and a cia special event investigator, did not think anyone would have any connection between them a month ago, but they ended up sitting in a corridor less than two meters apart. On the side, I feel that something called vitality flows away from the body.

"Hey, you know?" Simon's neck was low. He tried to raise his head and yelled at Ryan. "These **** insults are actually what we can hear... cough... but need to deal with... guess What does it sound like?"

"........."

Ryan held the ground and looked at Simon silently.

He even felt a little confused, couldn't understand why Simon had the power to speak at this time - they experienced another sub-sonic attack, the nose and mouth of the two were filled with the thick and rich rust. As for Ryan, his left ear could not be heard, and the chest part of the pain almost suffocated him. From the more difficult breathing situation, he believed that his alveoli had broken.

Death is licking his heel, Ryan thought.

"...the **** thing sounds like '唧唧唧', just like the sound of a chicken scorpion, it can kill everyone almost easily through any medium, but it sounds... if we can hear it... ...actually the sound of a chicken scorpion...haha...cough cough..."

Simon turned to one side and gave a dumb laughter while vomiting blood. His teeth were stained with pink blood.

Like strawberry jelly.

There are countless words and associations in Ryan's head that have no meaning. His brain is also damaged and symptoms have begun to appear.

But he struggled to stand up, then walked over and grabbed the boy's collar, dragging Simon to the other side of the corridor like a dead dog.

Simon giggled under his hands, like a fool.

"We are going to die! Don't you find out? There are two other people here, I am afraid there is no other living person!"

He said to Ryan.

This is a fact. Before, Ryan and Simon could hear the sound of panic and escaping from time to time, but after this round of sound waves, the whole base was as silent as a grave. The metal mouth on the Simon's coat rubbed against the floor, and the sound that made it sounded loud. The whole space seemed to be only like Ryan's heavy breathing like a dying elephant and the sharp rubbing sound. The slender corridor became a little distorted in Ryan's sight... and he felt that the space around him seemed to be unusually empty.

"We have to go there to kill the guinea pigs. This is what you said."

Ryan said.

Simon had been vomiting blood, and the blood in his body seemed to have been ordered to spurt out from the cave of his soft skin.

"We can't do it, we can't do it."

There is a despair in his voice.

Ryan suddenly stopped, and he looked down at Simon's blood-stained face, and suddenly he was very slow to realize that the latter's face looked unexpectedly childish.

Childishness reminded him of a teenager he had met in Afghanistan - he looked very young and was blown into mud by mines less than ten meters in front of Ryan.

You see, life is always so fragile, whether it is for a stupid low-level army or a top scientist.

"I can do it." Ryan said to Simon, his voice weakened because of lung damage, but his face with no expression seemed to have a special power, forcing Simon to look at him dullly. There is absolutely no way to remove the line of sight.

"Trust me, I will do it."

Ryan repeated it again.

Simon nodded stupidly, he slowly climbed up from the ground, blood ran out of his ears, and Ryan thought slowly, then took his handcuffs out of his pocket and handed it to him.

Then they squatted forward.

This road was like a long journey to hell, but eventually Simon and Ryan came to an end before the sound wave attack.

Fortunately, there is still a bit of time from the next sonic attack - but it is not long.

Simon struggled to recognize the time on his wrist: "There are still seven minutes."

He looked up at the smooth, smooth metal wall with a line of laser-cut blanks: a special dangerous biological isolation zone.

The handwriting is black and looks amazingly similar to the epitaph on the tombstone.

The experimental body in the base is in the isolation zone, and there is only a very thick composite door between the two vulnerable humans, Simon and Ryan.

Normally, this gate, which was deliberately built to be extremely smooth, was firmly fused with a smooth wall by strong magnetism, but apparently it has now failed.

Simon could easily push it away, but by this time he stopped.

He looked up at Ryan: "We have to kill it in the past seven minutes. I don't think we can ever attack another attack."

Ryan shuddered and pulled a gun out of his clothes. Now he is like a severe Parkinson patient, but he still fills all the ammunition meticulously.

Simon watched silently as he finished everything. During several times, Ryan’s bullets fell to the ground and made an empty echo.

He looked at the time again.

five minutes.

Then he pushed the door open.

The damp rust mousse wrapped in water vapor towards them.

Under the reddish emergency light, three huge sinks in the corner were instantly locked by Ryan.

At the bottom of the two left sides of the sink is a huge round "茧", one of which has a pale cleft, and the right side of the sink has been broken.

The light blue broth overflows on the floor, bringing a scent of the animal that feels nausea.

Ryan saw the mermaid on the floor.

Or say, Samuel.

This is the first time he has actually come into contact with the creatures that should only appear in the legend in theory.

Ryan’s brain is blank.

No human language can describe the wonders of that creature. Compared with the slabs on the data, the live scorpion is so close to the legends that sing the sailors with songs and bring them to death.

Its skin and hair are all amazing white, without a touch of variegation or blemishes, which creates an unstoppable *, wanting to give them some color, just like wanting to be smooth And write something on the white paper. Down from the waist is a scale of the same color, and the slender fishtail is trapped in a large group of dark brown round clams relative to the whole. Its muscles are very strong, the upper limbs are longer than normal humans, and Ryan sees a film-like ankle between his fingers, and his fingertips are transparent claws.

At this point, the hook-like claws were firmly on the metal plate on the ground, as if it were just a piece of soft soil.

The mermaid is trying to climb outside.

The sticky droplets dribbled down from its skin.

Hearing the movement of mankind, it suddenly raised his head, and a pair of blood-red eyes moved to Ryan’s sight.

"God, it's broken -"

Simon’s scream echoed in Ryan’s ear, and he almost instinctively raised his hand and buckled the trigger at the mermaid. 2k novel reading network