A Mad dog sees an irresistable...

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She frowned, puzzled. How did all these fish eggs explode while she was sterilizing? She had encountered such a situation before, but that was because the mutants encountered a more terrifying existence—lower mutants could not resist the pressure from higher mutants, just as humans cannot withstand natural disasters, they could only explode and die. This was bad. She was not capable of handling higher mutants on her own. The last time she encountered a higher mutant was half a year ago when a "tsunami" suddenly hit Yucheng. The outside world claimed it was a "tsunami", but in fact, it was a higher mutant rampaging along the coast. The special bureau classified mutants into "low", "high", and "X". They had not yet encountered an X-level mutant. Its form was unknown, its DNA was unknown, its destructive power was unknown. Yucheng, along the coast. The waves rolled, the wind howled. When Zhou Jiao and the special bureau's field personnel arrived, the high-level mutant had been driven onto a bridge, its body bristling with bone spurs, letting out a piercing howl. Its eyes were hidden under semi-transparent silica skin, rapidly contracting, its pupils squeezed into a line, as if it was on high alert, fearing something. However, in front of it, there was only one person. ——Jiang Lian. At the time, Zhou Jiao was too far away from Jiang Lian to see the specifics. She only remembered that Jiang Lian seemed to extend a hand towards the mutant. The field personnel immediately opened fire, shooting a row of bullets at the mutant. Each bullet carried a terrifying force, sinking into the mutant's flesh, but to no avail. The high-level mutant didn't even flinch. Eventually, the high-level mutant managed to escape under the watchful eyes of all. As a close contact, Jiang Lian was immediately sent for a full-body examination. Zhou Jiao was present during the entire examination process. Strangely, his organs showed no signs of infection or mutation, but a brain scan revealed that his brain was functioning in an unprecedentedly active state, with trillions of neurons releasing terrifying electrical currents. Even though the entire process only lasted a few seconds, his neurons were not burnt out, which aroused the attention of the relevant departments. The relevant departments sent researchers to interrogate him for 10 hours. Including but not limited to psychological measurements. Before this, no matter what kind of testing scale they prepared for Jiang Lian, the final conclusion was always "antisocial personality disorder." The original Jiang Lian knew he could lie on the scale, but he couldn't fake the brain scans and genetic tests. As a result, he always kept his test scores subtly controlled, always around "23 points" - exceeding "25 points", and he would be diagnosed as a "high-risk group." But this time, his test score was extremely low. The test results showed that Jiang Lian had surprisingly become an introverted, kind-hearted, and taciturn ordinary person. This was completely different from the previous test results. The last time, he was a highly emotionally intelligent, socially gifted, highly confident, and selfish perfectionist. Clearly, he lied in this round of testing. But why would he lie? Everyone knew what kind of person he was. Zhou Jiao furrowed her brows. Seconds later, she suddenly realized something was wrong, got up and dragged the researcher's interview video with Jiang Lian to five minutes ago. On the screen, Jiang Lian was dressed in a suit and shoes, calm, but with a faintly strange and eerie sense. Zhou Jiao stared at the screen for more than ten seconds before she finally discovered the anomaly. He was staring straight at the researcher, and his orbicularis oculi muscle had not contracted at all from beginning to end. This was completely impossible for a normal person - the orbicularis oculi muscle is not controlled by a person's subjective consciousness. Moreover, although he seemed to be sitting very upright, his hands were hanging at the sides of the chair, neither clasped nor placed on the table or on his legs, as if... he was unaware that he had two hands. It wasn't until the researcher sat down that he lifted his hands at an extremely slow speed, placed them on the table, and his ten fingers came together frame by frame like a dropping film. Zhou Jiao felt a chill all over. Was it her illusion? It seemed that Jiang Lian realized only after seeing the researcher that his hands could move. Researcher: "Name?" Jiang Lian didn't speak. The researcher, unphased, continued, "The secretions of advanced mutants have strong corrosiveness. As an external employee of the special bureau, you should know this. We want to know, why did you want to approach it, even reaching out a hand to it?" Jiang Lian still didn't speak. The researcher marked the questions he didn't answer and continued to ask. Half an hour later, the researcher asked the last question: "How do you feel now?" Jiang Lian finally responded. His orbicularis oculi muscle was activated, making a blinking motion for the first time, but it was slow and full of eerie discoordination, like a deep-sea creature. Zhou Jiao's eyelids twitched, and a bizarre thought arose in her heart: He learned how to blink. Jiang Lian slowly uttered a word: "…Hungry." "What?" The researcher was taken aback. "I," Jiang Lian spoke word by word, "am, hungry." "Oh, wait a moment, I'll get you something to eat." The researcher got up and left. The moment the researcher left, Jiang Lian's eyes underwent a terrifying change: hundreds of spider-like thin flesh tissues crawled up his iris, each emitting a fluorescent blue biological light. But to the naked eye, this faint biological light was fleeting - Jiang Lian discovered that this was not a place of eternal darkness, and releasing biological light couldn't help him capture food. Soon, the researcher brought back a fast-food meal box. The meal box didn't look like much, but it was extremely high in calories. One box could guarantee the energy of an adult male for a day. Jiang Lian, despite his tall stature and strong muscles covering his arms, chest, and belly, was not an outdoor worker after all, one box should be enough for him. Jiang Lian took the fast-food meal box. It was only then that the researcher noticed that he was wearing a dark gray slim coat, with a white shirt and black trousers underneath. He looked cold and elegant, and his hands were as if they were born without any grease, from his knuckles, to his wrists, to the faint blue veins on the back of his hand, all were as clean and flawless as the dawn. Such a person should not be used to the salty and greasy biscuits and beef jerky in the meal box. The researcher had thought it through. If Jiang Lian refused to eat the fast-food meal box, he would tell Jiang Lian solemnly that no matter how high his education or how good his family background, the Special Bureau treated everyone equally. But Jiang Lian did not refuse. He looked at the meal box with no expression on his face, but his Adam's apple suddenly moved, making a clear and urgent swallowing sound. The researcher felt extremely strange. ...Was he that hungry? The next ten or so seconds might be the most horrifying scene the researcher had ever seen in his life - From Jiang Lian's sharp-edged mouth suddenly emerged a purple-black tentacle, its surface shimmering with dazzling colors, but the top was like a sea anemone, suddenly opened, firmly wrapping around the metal meal box. In almost the blink of an eye, the tendril completely dissolved the metal lunchbox. Not even a trace was left behind. "..." The researcher stood agape, dumbfounded on the spot. It took a moment before he came to his senses, stepping back in panic, his voice trembling, "Do... Doctor Jiang...? Are, are, are you still Doctor Jiang?" Jiang Lian's expression remained eerily composed. Even though his facial muscles didn't move, pale blue veins suddenly appeared on his cheek and neck, moving and spreading like delicate filaments. In an instant, they covered his entire face, and then disappeared. "I am." After a while, Jiang Lian responded. His tone was as usual, but it was as if every word was laced with an icy stickiness: "I'm just... too hungry." Meanwhile, Zhou Jiao also came to her senses, shuddering-- she finally realized where that strange feeling had come from! The researcher, although a graduate from a renowned international university and widely known in the academic field, was just like most scholars – introverted, not good at speaking, and not good at refusing. He shared these traits. Therefore, even though Jiang Lian didn't say a word during the entire interrogation, the researcher didn't force him to speak. Introverted, not good with words... weren't these the results of Jiang Lian's psychological test? Cold sweat seeped from Zhou Jiao's palms, a chill running up her spine. — Jiang Lian was likely infected by the advanced mutant species to an unimaginable degree. Zhou Jiao made a quick decision and pressed the alarm button. In an instant, the interrogation room was filled with a blaring alarm and flashing red lights. In the glaring red light, Jiang Lian seemed to pause for a moment. Then he slowly stood up, turned his head, and precisely located the hidden camera in the corner. His gaze was straight, cold, and obscure. It wasn't as if he "saw" Zhou Jiao, but more like he "sensed" her presence through some subtle clue. Zhou Jiao's lips tightened into a straight line. With the mutation to this degree, could Jiang Lian... still be considered human? · "Jiang Lian" was both the Jiang Lian of the past and not the Jiang Lian of the past. His body was split in half, half still belonged to him, while the other half was being consumed by an extremely terrifying entity. It seemed to be some undiscovered high-dimensional life form, impossible for humans to directly perceive, resist, or even imagine. — The moment he tried to imagine what it looked like, his mind would be enveloped by an overwhelming pressure, making groaning noises under the strain. Although Jiang Lian hadn't systematically studied mutant biology, it didn't mean he was clueless about mutants. On the contrary, his basement was filled with various mutant specimens, from marine to terrestrial, to the rare avian mutants. The unknown life form consuming him was not any known mutant species. The Special Bureau's profile of Jiang Lian was entirely accurate. He was indeed a cold-blooded, empathetically deficient, highly aggressive psychopath. However, unlike his family, he didn't have a strong interest in cannibalism. So far, apart from Zhou Jiao, Jiang Lian only had an appetite for mutants. Zhou Jiao was an exception. Jiang Lian didn't want to eat her but was fond of her— Zhou Jiao, beautiful as her name suggested, had fair skin like porcelain, a pair of stunningly cold eyes, and was not a fragile porcelain vase. Jiang Lian had seen her stab a low-level mutant species in the eye. Jiang Lian greatly admired such calm and intelligent women, but due to his genetic inheritance, once he became interested in someone, he would develop an uncontrollable urge to eat. To avoid being controlled by his genes, he had to stay away from Zhou Jiao for now. The process of being consumed by the unknown life form was extremely painful. Jiang Lian could clearly feel it covering his consciousness, internal organs, and body. Despite his best efforts to suppress the fear and try to see the structure of the unknown life form, he still couldn't see anything. All he knew was that something had burrowed into his fingertips and was wriggling under his skin, making a horrifying buzzing sound. It wasn't the sound of a monster chewing flesh but more like the pious and frenzied hymn of believers after the arrival of a god. — Was what was consuming him a believer or a god? As the unknown life form consumed more and more of him, Jiang Lian's consciousness became increasingly hazy, his hair soaked with cold sweat, falling to cover one of his glasses, his face losing all color, and the pulse on his neck gradually weakening. Soon, he would die. Becoming a mindless vessel. Welcoming the arrival of the unknown life form. Since he was going to die anyway, and become a container for the unknown life form anyway. Why not seize control and offer his body to the unknown life form? His body was frail, his mind was obsessive and insane, and his genes were full of defects. Do you want it? Take it all. Jiang Lian closed his eyes, his stern face in an instant twisted into an extreme frenzy. Uncontrollably, his jawbone and facial muscles were spasming and trembling. The veins on his pale, slender neck bulged, as if blood would spurt out any second. For a moment, he looked somewhat terrifying. After a while, he abruptly opened his eyes, a gruesome piece of flesh flashed across his eye sockets. The consumption was complete. In the end, the unknown entity had the upper hand. The original Jiang Lian, as the loser, was devoured without a trace. Now, the entity had become Jiang Lian. Suited and booted, handsome features, cold and clean temperament. But from a certain angle, its pupils would become needle-thin, filled with a grim and eerie nonhuman sense. In this struggle between humans and monsters, Jiang Lian was utterly defeated, his will completely consumed by the monster. However, the monster also inherited his obsessions, madness, and genes full of flaws. So, as soon as "Jiang Lian" opened his eyes, he felt a strong hunger. An endless hunger. However, this hunger was not purely for sustenance, but an ugly desire mixed with lust, hunting, and sadism. Deep like a trench, slick like an aquatic creature. It coiled and tightened in "his" stomach. The unknown life form had never experienced such complex feelings. Humans, whether in thought, body, or living environment, were too noisy. It made "him" a bit irritable. But "he" didn't care about this irritability. Because rather than "he" feeling irritable, it was the human emotional system that thought "he" should feel irritable. · After pressing the alarm button, Zhou Jiao had Jiang Lian controlled by special agents. The special agents had a mature plan for dealing with infected people. They put Jiang Lian in an isolation ward and tried more than a dozen drugs, finally forcing a mutant worm out of his body. It was said that this worm affected his mind and made him unbearably thirsty. Fearing Jiang Lian would suffer from any after-effects after eating the tin lunch box, the medical staff washed his stomach several times before allowing him to be discharged. Zhou Jiao always felt that after Jiang Lian came out of the ward, his eyes not only lacked gratitude but were filled with disgust and contempt. …She could understand the disgust, but why the contempt? Zhou Jiao shrugged, not taking it to heart. After that, Jiang Lian became more and more distant from her. He would not speak to her unless necessary, but every time he spoke to her, his Adam's apple would roll violently, like a rabid dog seeing appealing prey. Zhou Jiao found this strange and wanted to get him to see a doctor but was afraid of being accused of meddling. Now, half a year had passed. She had long forgotten how Jiang Lian was parasitized, but she always remembered the feeling of her scalp tightening when she looked straight into the eyes of a higher mutant. A higher mutant was not something she could handle alone. She must cooperate with Jiang Lian. She hoped that in this crisis, Jiang Lian wouldn't play any games like "women, stay away from me. I'm not interested in you."
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