But things didn't develop as smoothly as expected.
When they went downstairs, they heard Qin Jing's screams, which were sharp, and then saw an extremely terrifying scene.
The skylight outside the window illuminated the shopping mall, but it could not illuminate the shelves in the leisure area. It was extremely dark there.
Something penetrated Qin Jing's shoulder, and half of his shoulder and his arm quickly shriveled up, like plastic that had wrinkled and deformed after being burned by fire.
A long, flesh-red mouthpart was pierced through it, contracting and sucking blood.
Aselan noticed him first, and before his brain could react, his body had already taken action, and he slashed at the mouthpart with the boning knife. However, the thing was extremely flexible and could not be cut off.
An even more terrifying scene appeared. The tall shelves collapsed due to the inertia of gravity, and densely packed figures surged out like a destroyed ant nest, crowding around the arriving shelves.
"Fuck! What the hell!"
The blood on Asselan's face faded instantly, and he pulled Qin Jing, who was moaning, and ran back.
Just as he was about to be overtaken, a clear female voice suddenly sounded.
"bend over!"
The burning alcohol bottle flew over Aslan's head, and the splashed wine caused sporadic flames on the ground. The bottle shattered and exploded. The intertwined blue and orange flames failed to burn the twisted and dense figure, but it was enough to burn the twisted and dense figure.
They stopped.
Aselan took Qin Jing away first, said to Tang Rou, "Be careful." Then he got into the escape tunnel.
Tang Rou felt that she had done something wrong. The alcohol flow was too wide. She was afraid of causing a fire in the event of a power outage, so she pulled out the fire extinguisher from the fire box and took off the safety bolt.
The strong white dry powder was driven by nitrogen and rushed towards the crowd. The mermaid took two steps back, obviously disgusted with this kind of powder mixed with fire-extinguishing base material and moisture-proof additives.
Tang Rou threw away the fire extinguisher, grabbed the mermaid's wrist and walked towards the escape tunnel, but a twisted and ugly figure came up from below and blocked the door.
Many of them have given up their "human" structure and have strange tentacles growing in places where they shouldn't.
Tang Rou dragged the mermaid and ran in the other direction, with a strange figure wrapped in dry powder surging behind her.
Although there are countless shelves in the supermarket area, there is no place to hide.
The mermaid's steps were unfamiliar and slow, her face calm and peaceful, and she even paid attention to hook her little finger and squeeze it.
Her hand was held tightly.
He found it very interesting.
Finally, Tang Rou saw the replenishment room, opened the door but fell into despair.
It was full of things. The storage room could only accommodate one person standing at most. The door panel was very thin and could be broken easily.
The mermaid was confused when she saw the woman turn around, with some determination in her clear eyes.
"Don't make any noise and wait for someone to rescue you."
Tang Rou said, pushing the unresponsive mermaid in and closing the door.
Then he pulled the shelves to cover the door, and took a deep look at the mermaid through the transparent acrylic plate on the door.
She ran away without looking back, deliberately making noises to lure them away.
The sound of footsteps matched her shout, and sure enough, the group of things that were heading towards the storage room changed direction and chased her.
She succeeded.
Those things are slow, numerous, and endless.
The figure chasing her was like a dense swarm of insects gathered together.
After she left, the door was pushed open.
The shelf that the human woman spent a lot of effort to pull over to cover the door fell to the ground like a piece of paper.
The tall young man with a loose bun came out expressionlessly.
Even if they are not in the same space, he can still see it.
She was surrounded.
Holding a windproof nail in his hand, his dark pupils were blocked by his eyelashes. He stood by the railing and looked down, as if he was estimating the distance and preparing to hang upside down.
Humanoid creatures surrounded her, like a group of dirty things surrounding a clean flower, their long and twisted mouthparts eager to defile her.
He hid in the darkness and whispered, "Get out of here."
The game suddenly stopped being fun.
He raised his hand and turned his wrist, which still had the warmth of his palm after being released. In an instant, the thick substance that covered the sky and blocked the sun cut off the light.
The windows were darkened one after another.
Everyone in this building was aware of it, whether it was the resident hiding in the room, Aslan covering Qin Jing's mouth on the stairs, or Tang Rou who was surrounded and embarrassed.
It was as if the world had been pulled into a swamp in an instant.
No.
Tang Rou looked at the dark window, feeling a sinking feeling.
In other words, this building, this building alone, fell into an unknown swamp and was separated from the familiar world.
This is a game that ends early.
Door after door in the corridor was wrapped in dark, viscous liquid. The electronic door lock looked like a broken toy, falling loosely from the door and being tangled with several wires.
All the people hiding in the room were wrapped in a life-like viscous liquid, pulled into the corridor, and marked.
The man who was also an engineer in District S fell to the ground, holding in his arms the only computer in the entire building that was not disconnected, and it was detecting some kind of data.
He was suddenly pulled out of his home by dark tentacles and lay on the ground.
As he turned his head, he saw a pair of white and clear ankles.
"Where are the people?"
Cold and ethereal, it is reminiscent of clear spring water flowing across the rocks in the mountains.
He wanted to raise his head to see who was speaking, but his body was pressed down by an invisible heavy force, and he could only crawl at his feet.
"Who?" the engineer asked in panic. He could not imagine that the feet in front of him could be the experimental subject he was testing.
"The one who took away my blood and marrow."
The engineer was startled and his voice became trembling, "Who are you?"
The blond young man had lost his patience and decided to watch it himself.
He raised his hand and clasped his fingers. The man on the ground screamed, holding his head and rolling around.
The engineer felt as if his brain was being turned around by a cold hand, and his hands and feet were trembling with pain.
The light and shadow in the corridor receded, and time seemed to go back three days.
The Tower of Babel Hotel Apartments was originally a staff accommodation area, but three days ago a bunch of experimental equipment was urgently moved in and a data monitoring room was opened on the third floor of 173.
They attempted to start a surveillance experiment in a secret manner here. Through the authority of the base, they quietly opened the door of the young woman's house and installed various surveillance and detectors in her room.
As for why.
He lowered his eyes.
Probably because of myself.
As one of the protagonists of the experiment, Tang Rou probably didn't know that there were almost no residents in this building. As early as three days ago, she had received text messages from the base one after another and was dismissed quietly.
Therefore, in the entire building, apart from the security personnel and the engineers secretly sent by the base, they were the only objects under observation.
The so-called elevator outage was also one of the means to prevent them from leaving the building.
The severe pain stopped. The engineer held his head and gasped in pain. He found that the ankles in front of him were bent and someone was kneeling down in front of him.
The engineer looked up and met a pair of cold silver eyes.
"Since I want to hide my identity, I should hide it well and not be discovered by her."
This was the first thing the man said.
The second sentence is, "Forget all this, you have never seen me."