After trying for nearly half an hour, Tang Rou finally realized this problem.
The space in front of me is constantly twisting and extending infinitely forward.
She used a certain deformed corpse as a reference to make marks. She thought that if they kept going forward, the meeting would be like a ghost hitting a wall and going back, but it never happened. Every road they walked seemed to be brand new.
Tang Rou didn't believe that this so-called underground world was so big. It only accommodated a population of 30,000 people, and at most it was about the same size as a business district in the city.
Until a large number of bricks and tiles on the wall began to fall off, revealing the deep red flesh and blood underneath, which looked like internal organs, with protruding blood vessels beating one after another, continuously transporting energy forward.
Like the abdominal cavity of some creature.
Tang Rou asked Yue to release the silk thread again, and was poisoned. The wall twisted and fester, and collapsed in many places.
This huge creature looked very painful, and the lights flashed frequently. Tang Rou guessed that this was also one of the symbols of this creature's pain, because every time Xiaoyue released toxins, these lights would become extremely unstable.
The wall skin kept falling down, and the blood and blood originally hidden inside gushed out, revealing its true appearance as if it could no longer be disguised.
But even though this huge creature was in pain, it was still unwilling to let them out.
Tang Rou's car continued to drive forward endlessly, as if this alien creature wanted to trap them at the cost of death.
There was no way those researchers from Organization Z would not let her leave, they still wanted to cooperate with her.
The only one who doesn't want Tang Rou to leave here.
Only mica remains.
Tang Rou sat quietly for a while, then suddenly reached out and held the hand of the co-pilot Shanghai Rabbit.
Divide at the first touch.
My eyes briefly saw it for a few seconds, but it quickly disappeared.
The young man turned back and looked at her blankly, his shoulders stiff.
Tang Rou frowned and thought, then stretched out her hand again, this time holding his fingers without letting go.
The sea hare's chest rose and fell rapidly several times, and its eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly clinging to a spider web and fluttering its wings.
Tang Rou had to remind, "Don't look at me, look ahead."
The young man who was always good at pretending couldn't help but express his feelings. The hand she held was as stiff as a fake hand, and his eyelashes kept trembling, forcing him to look away.
As long as she doesn't let go, Tang Rou can continue to borrow the sea rabbit's eyes to see ahead.
This ability to see the world through the eyes of others is fading, but at the same time, her own sight is slowly returning.
With a crash, the jellyfish in the back row sank to the bottom of the bucket.
The silver-white hair floats upward, like a blooming sea anemone.
Even when you are unhappy, you are quiet.
When she was at the Tower of Babel, Tang Rou heard about a large-scale research project in Area S. Engineers used biological energy to study antimatter folding space.
There was a strong female senior director leading the research, and Tang Rou vaguely remembered that she knew the project leader.
But when I recall deeply, my mind goes blank.
It was as if that person had simply disappeared.
Looking at the constantly twisting space in front of her and the endless corridors extending outward, Tang Rou had a bold guess in her mind.
Perhaps this is a subspace activated by biological energy.
The entire underground world may be under the control of this kind of space.
In the universe, there is often a phenomenon of space being distorted by strong gravity, which is real. Theoretically, as long as a certain gravity can be reached, space can be curved.
This is also the reason why in cosmic research, it is believed that one can travel through space and time by passing through a black hole. Even light moving in a straight line will be attracted and distorted by the huge gravity of the black hole, so the hypothesis that space is folded also exists.
In a sense, subspace has the same origin as multiverse theory, but Tang Rou doesn't know much about it.
Looking at the ever-expanding space in front of him, he was silent for two seconds, then suddenly he suddenly hit the handle and hit the wall next to him.
In an instant, a huge hole was knocked out of the already extremely fragile wall, and a brand new corridor urgently extended outward.
Tang Rou disengaged the autopilot, grabbed the sea rabbit's finger with one hand, and turned the steering wheel with the other hand, driving forward continuously, driving in a rampage, letting Yue continue to release toxins as she drove.
The other party slowly climbed out of the bucket and reached out his hand.
Sea Bunny was trembling all over, and he sat closer and closer to Tang Rou, shoulder to shoulder and holding hands.
That kind of intimate contact is something that jellyfish can never get.
The pale boy trembled all over and lowered his eyes, forcing himself not to feel it and pretending not to know.
With the poison and the bumping front of the car, the flesh wall twisted more and more frequently, and the changes became slower and slower. The slowly extending corridor finally came to an end, seeming to prevent them from moving forward.
But the more she tried to stop him, the more Tang Rou wanted to go.
She honked her horn and rushed over quickly.
With a sudden movement, the front of the car tore through the red mucous membrane and fell downwards.
The momentary feeling of weightlessness caused Tang Rou to let go of the hands held by Sea Hare, and her vision was blurry. But soon, an arm stretched out across her waist, hugging her waist with a strong gesture that she could not refuse, and tightly restrained her.
In arms.
The feeling of turmoil passed quickly.
Tang Rou smelled an extremely pungent smell, covered her mouth with her hand, and saw this terrifying place clearly through the sea rabbit's eyes.
This may have been a research room originally. There is a wide reservoir behind the transparent glass observation wall. A square raised platform protrudes from the center of the pool. The raised platform is arranged to look like a living room. It looks like a place where people live.
On the edge of the high platform, a woman squatted.
His hair was disheveled, and his uniform was dirty and messy, stained with unknown yellow-brown objects. Compared to the stains left by food, Tang Rou was more inclined to think that those were excrement.
After all, the woman looked like she hadn't been out for a long time, and the airtight environment around her prevented her from leaving this bedroom-like scene.
What was originally the floor under your feet turned into moving flesh and blood tissue. The tire was deeply sunk into this mass of moving flesh and blood, making it difficult to move even an inch.
Tang Rou opened the car door, and Sea Bunny got out of the car right after her.
Looking closer, you can see that the bedroom has everything you need, including a bed, cabinets, and a desk. It was originally a warm place, but now there is blood everywhere.
On the quilt, the woman's clothes were stained with unknown yellow-brown objects. Her legs and arms were covered with festering wounds and bloodstains. Her hair was very long and messy, and the top of her head had been bald.
The woman squatted by the water and kept pulling her hair, looking like she was mentally disturbed.
The creature that controls the space has never wanted Tang Rou to enter this kind of place. It is conceivable that this place is probably an important part of it, similar to its heart.
Why would it hide a mentally disturbed woman in its heart?
Tang Rou expressionlessly pulled out the guns that the researchers had prepared at her request from under the driver's seat and pointed them at the glass wall.
In an instant, scarlet flesh and blood surged up, covering the place where she aimed.
Sure enough, he was protecting that woman.
Tang Rou didn't pause and pulled the trigger.
With a bang, the flesh and blood were smashed, and then squirmed and replaced with new ones, desperately protecting the mad woman behind the glass.
Tang Rou put away her gun.
"Mother……"
A pitiful cry of pain echoed through the room made of flesh.