If you want to rest, a hotel in a seaside town is definitely not a good idea.
The faint musty smell and the fishy smell of the sea were mixed together, dancing an abstract dance in people's nostrils. The humid air made people very uncomfortable, even the quilt on the bed was damp to the touch.
Wilson carried his luggage and stared at the moldy patches on the wall, lost in thought.
"Mushrooms must grow well here."
Complaints were complaints, and he knew very well that there were no hotels with superior conditions in this seaside town. This was already the best hotel in Field Town.
Thinking on the bright side, at least there is a place to sleep at night, and it is a room for one person. Although the room is small and can only accommodate a measly bed and a small table.
But at least he has an independent private space. This way he doesn't have to worry about talking in his sleep at night and accidentally exposing the secrets buried in his heart. The possibility is very small, but it is not impossible.
Wilson fell into bed with the idea of settling in as soon as he came.
He stayed up all night last night fiddling with his transformer. It was a bumpy ride during the day, and he was already very tired.
He is just an ordinary human being, not the real Ultraman.
【warn】
【warn】
【warn】
[The distribution of alien energy has been detected and may pose a threat to the host's human body, please remain vigilant]
Not even a second after he lay down, Zhuomu quickly sounded a harsh prompt in his ears, and even the originally bright blue light screen turned into a dazzling red.
A classic national curse from across the ocean popped out of Wilson's mouth.
"Is that what's in the truck?"
He has learned some information about this world from Jason.
It can be determined that the alien energy detected by Drom is the so-called pollution.
Moreover, as long as ordinary people are exposed to these pollutions, they will lose their mental control and collapse, or they will directly mutate into unknown monsters.
When I was talking to Jason yesterday, I learned about many similar cases to Wilson. Even he himself was a victim. The pollution penetrated every part of his body, and he would turn into a monster if he was not careful.
Wilson increased the dangerous level of this energy on Drom's side, setting it so that it would immediately issue a warning to him as soon as it was detected.
【negative】
[There is a slight difference between the alien energy and the energy in the truck, and it is initially determined that they are not the same kind. The alien energy carried by the truck has hysteresis characteristics and is not active. The newly detected energy is spreading. 】
The plain electronic sound analyzed calmly.
"What!"
Wilson woke up in an instant. He didn't care about continuing to sleep. He ejected directly from the bed. He touched the notebook on his chest to make sure that his newly-made transformer was still there. He quickly asked Zhuo Mu in a low voice.
:
"What is the situation now? Where is the largest source of energy reaction?"
…………
Geologists are not very accustomed to long-distance bus rides. However, because he often travels around for field trips, his physical condition is quite good and he has not experienced many adverse reactions.
But fatigue is unavoidable.
When he stepped on the creaking stairs, his steps became weak and his eyelids trembled.
"Hey, brother, would you like a glass of beer? Let's try some of our specialties here!"
People in the hotel greeted me and asked if I would like some local seafood specialties.
"Sorry."
The geologist twitched his lips and smiled apologetically. His mind was entirely in the room upstairs. He wanted to put down his luggage and take a rest.
His new friend, Professor Wilson, had disappeared at this time. He must have gone up early. He had just been delayed a little in the car.
But looking at those fish pieces topped with delicious sauce, the geologist was still a little excited.
This looks very good.
And it's fresh enough, after all, this is by the sea, and the ingredients are all caught on the same day.
The tall and cool red-haired beauty Elizabeth Eisley walked past him with elegant steps, and William heard her complaining softly.
"A rotten smell."
He was stunned for a moment, a little confused.
He didn't smell a similar smell, only some unique seaside smell, similar to the salty smell of sea water.
Maybe women are more sensitive to smell?
The geologist didn't think much about it, but with this interruption, the complaints from his body took over. He turned his head and forgot about the fish in the hotel, and just wanted to go up and have a good rest.
His room was similar to Wilson's, both had only a small single bed with a small table, and at most a small wardrobe.
They will spend the next two or three days in this small hotel.
He patted the wet pillow, lay down, and slowly closed his eyes with the sound of the waves crashing.
This is a coastal town. From the hotel window, you can see the port filled with goods and the endless sea. Everyone can fall asleep amidst the sound of the waves.
The fog outside has become thicker without realizing it, and the surroundings are completely wrapped in darkness. The thick fog has also become deep, and everything is dark. The sea has become increasingly unfathomable and unpredictable.
Everything was completely silent. At this time, only the waves were lapping at the shore, making a low sound. The sea was like a living creature, breathing and breathing...
The sound of breathing spreads, and in this thick fog that cannot be seen clearly, there is only this only sound.
There was no sound of ships or people's noise. It was solemn and peaceful. It seemed that there was only the sound of breathing waves between heaven and earth.
It is very suitable for falling into a beautiful sleep and having a long dream that makes people addicted and unable to wake up.
until--
"Bang--"
A harsh gunshot broke a certain quiet rhythm, and everything became vivid again, dispelling people's sleepiness.
The geologist was startled by the gunshot before he was completely asleep.
The gunshot was very close and seemed to be on this floor. The wooden building was not very soundproof, so the sound could be clearly heard in the surrounding area, waking up many people.
The geologist quickly sat up, put on his clothes, and nervously walked to the door, wanting to see what was going on and why there was gunshots?
He didn't notice that behind him, in the shadow of the house, the mold spots on the wall began to expand gradually, forming a strange black shadow on the wall.
The damp water stains spread to the ceiling at some point, staining a large black stain.