The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 2 The Mind Flayer
Human senses are powerful and vague, and can even be described as powerful and vague in some colloquial language discussing urban secrets.

After being watched for a long time, you will feel that 'someone is watching you'.

After someone enters the room and the other party goes out, it will also feel that 'someone has come in'.

In the same way, when being stalked, even an ordinary person with no training will feel, 'Am I being stalked? '.

These are the functions of breathing, and these are the functions of certain 'traces' left by human breathing.

What Gwen wants to explain is:
In a room with only a weak stove and a diesel engine that sounds like a computer mainframe, if you want not to disturb a creature that is less than three meters away from you and whose physical data is countless times stronger than a normal person, and Stand up on a metal chair, walk to the side, take a pistol from a dead body, open the magazine to check, and sit back at the same time.

How outrageous this matter is, how difficult it is.

Even someone like Gwen who has a certain understanding of fighting and stealth skills still find it difficult to do it with full confidence.In such a situation where failure would result in death, even those who could do it would not be able to do it as calmly as a water tank escape magician who clearly knows that there is a backup plan.

"Can I do it when life and death are at stake?"

Gwen asked herself.

"I can."

he thinks.

Gently and quietly through the grasp of the body, exert force with the lower side of the thigh.Gwen, who was like a corpse, quietly bounced up like a paper man pulled by a silk thread.Then use the grasp of the body to make the clothes on the body stick to the skin without making any sound.In the end, by rubbing his toes and relying on his extremely advanced force-off skills, he approached the corpse in an instant and quietly took the pistol away.

Sitting back on the operating chair, he checked the magazine of the revolver, wiped the barrel with the hem of his clothes, and after confirming that the structure of this revolver should be no different from the revolver on earth, he hid it in the in the sleeve.

However, it is worth noting that there are only two bullets in the gun.

"Has a shot been fired?"

But not like it.

After Gwen was fully prepared, she tapped the chair of her leftmost companion with a small object, and instantly entered the corpse state.At the same time, he heard the sound of the old man turning around.

If the opponent starts to check from the leftmost corpse, then he is the third.

When people have the greatest vigilance, they usually treat the 'first' and 'last', while the third and second are easier to be ignored.It is also the easiest place to choose subconsciously, just like the students who are scratching their heads at the test paper in the exam will usually choose 'B' or 'C'.

……

The light flickered for a moment, revealing the pale faces of the four corpses facing him.

The old man pursed his lips, even though he was repeating the recovery ceremony in his heart, it couldn't relieve the anxiety in his heart.His cheeks were drooping, and he had a big beard. If he was young, his deep eyes, which must have been extremely beautiful, looked a little gloomy. Those eagle eyes looked at these corpses.

Did the body move?
Dozens, hundreds of possibilities flooded into his rich imagination.But I have to admit helplessly that most of them have nothing to do with Yuanli.The reaction of the corpse is not that it is alive, it is just a reaction after a certain normal body function stops.It's like a dead frog being subjected to necromancy, and the frog's legs move down. It's probably not because of the source force.

...I am also used to seeing my own corpses. After becoming the source force envoy enshrined by the society, I can get as many corpses and living people as I want, and I can use them to satisfy my own experiments.

The most interesting thing about people is:
If your rationality is constantly persuading you that 'it must be impossible', then your sensibility will push you and say 'try it, there is nothing to lose anyway'.

The old man who rejected the possibility of the corpse moving in his mind pursed his lips and looked at the four corpses with stern eyes.

After a while, he seemed to accept his fate and walked towards the seat where the dead body made the noise.

"Maybe there is a problem with the resurrection technique and awakened one of them? It doesn't make sense. I let them take a powerful phantom potion before they died, which should make their souls dissipate..." He muttered, examining the first corpse .

A look of satisfaction flashed in her eyes: "...Although she is an immature woman, she really resembles her... If it wasn't for the resurrection ceremony material, I really want to have a date with her and have a cup of mushroom tea together, huh Ha ha. But it is true, this corpse does not have the conditions to move, I am overthinking."

Said it was superfluous, but he still walked towards the next corpse unwillingly.

This old man didn't know that he was kicked in the crotch and poked in the eye, and then shot the magic eye in his mouth, and there was only time and space left to inspect a corpse.

The second body was that of a male.

"It seems to be a student in the academy carriage. It's a pity that it's a little flawed. Although it looks like it, it's not feminine enough."

The old man commented, after checking the hollowness in his chest hastily, he just shook his head: "Could it be because of this corpse that it failed? If I knew it earlier, I should have used some special source power ability to make its face It would be nice to remodel it to be similar.”

"If the conditions are not too harsh, I really don't want to use this person."

He said in the tone of eating fried eggs if he couldn't eat steamed eggs, and there was a sense of indifference to human life on that face that should be handsome when he was young.

The old man walked up to the third corpse with a look of regret on his face.

"Unfortunately, this corpse is also a man, the one closest to a mind flayer. If it is a female corpse, it can definitely replace the 'raw material' for refining..."

He wanted to continue to comment, but in the next moment, the 'corpse' suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at him with resentment.Even the bloody murderer was stunned for half a second in horror.In the sudden gap created, the heel of the corpse hit the ground like lightning, and the whole person pounced out like a snake attacking, with both hands spread out like claws.

People who fight and fight will inevitably make their attacks more sudden and aggressive.

Gwen's claws attracted the opponent's attention, and when he subconsciously raised his hands to cover his face, he knew that the opponent was just a layman in fighting.This kind of boxer-style movement is not standardized, and it is not a complete defense. It is better to put your hands together to expose the vital points you were going to attack.

His body lost all strength for a moment, as if in a relaxed posture.

Anyone with football experience will know that before a strong shot, suddenly slow down the pace to let the body relax, and finally release it suddenly to kick a high-speed shot that cannot be played normally.Similarly, anyone who has experience in playing basketball also knows that if he suddenly vents his strength before passing someone, and then exerts his strength again, he can take the first step to murder his own knee.Badminton is the same, tennis is the same, and fighting is naturally the same.

Gwen stepped on the ground and hit the opponent's vitals hard with a straight spear knee in Muay Thai.

The huge pain can make the brain go blank for a moment.

Gwen watched the old man's face stiffen for a moment, and could only say that his simulation still overestimated the opponent as much as possible.Although this old thing is probably no longer a human being in terms of character and morality, and his body is not very similar, but after all, he is still a hard-wearing sandbag.

If you are a martial artist yourself, you will definitely cherish this opportunity to practice the skills you have not mastered yet.

But he thought that he was just a layman who was proficient in fighting. For him, fighting was just a kind of weapon to kill people, so he gathered his claws together and stabbed at the old thing's eyes.Because his current fingers are too slender, even more girlish than a girl, in order to prevent his fingers from being broken by the opponent's strong body, he uses his knuckles.

puff!
There is no flexible feel at the beginning, but it is as tough as a rubber wheel.

This strengthened Gwen's thinking:

"I will never give you the slightest chance."

He landed lightly, raised his other leg again, and hit his knee hard on the opponent's vitals that had already been severely injured.

This old scumbag let out a scream of pain, as if the iron pillar opened a tunnel behind the gas tank computer chair, not only the pain, but also the wailing of the masculine dignity being damaged.It wasn't the ultimate insult, but it was close.The heavy damage to his eyes also exposed the weird eyeball from his throat.

Rather than saying it is an eyeball, it is better to say it is an 'eye' made of some kind of flesh and blood.

The condition appears to be 'severe damage to both eyes'.

Gwen pulled out the revolver, stabbed the muzzle of the gun directly into the opponent's weird eye for safety, and pulled the trigger.

Boom - closer to the sound of 'tong'.

The breath of life disappeared from the old man.

Gwen pulled the trigger again.

Boom!
The flower-like flame penetrated the back of the old thing's head, piercing it.

The corpse could no longer stand and fell to the ground.

Gwen threw the pistol aside, blurred and double images finally flashed in his vision, the movement just now was like a sports car stepping on the accelerator to the bottom with the last layer of fuel in the fuel tank, even the last action of pulling the trigger was like Relying on inertia to complete the same.

Relying on the technique of tortoise breathing, he preserved his remaining physical energy, and preserved the weak and almost dissipated source force in his chest. It circulated in the blood vessels in his body, freed up some mobility, and walked towards the That coffin.

The coffin was opened in the manner observed previously.

Looking at the female corpse inside, his lips moved, and he said: I'm sorry.

He stretched out his hand to the mechanical heart.

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(End of this chapter)