Indescribable cyberpunk

The light on the street passed through the curtains. It should have been a bright yellow warm light, but now it turned into a gloomy blue-purple light spot.

Wrapped in the quilt, the man's eyes wandered in the dark room.

There were a dozen instant noodle buckets and opened packaging bags stacked on the table. There were some scattered bread crumbs on the floor. There were a few mice wandering around the bed, and they even had a feast in front of him. They all live more comfortably than themselves.

He has been hiding in his house for three days. He told his parents and girlfriend that he was on a business trip. In fact, he had already quit his job in the company.

He couldn't go out. Before, he might have been able to stay afloat with a scarf and a mask, but now his body changes were no longer limited to his cheeks.

Not only that, those vague and terrifying fantasies that once only appeared in his dreams began to appear frequently recently. He often felt that he was immersed in a river or sea somewhere, with the surrounding body being soaked by the current, and there was no stone shore around him. , beyond the water flow was boundless darkness, and in this darkness there seemed to be some kind of special existence watching him, and some special voices calling him.

This feeling is despairing.

Zhizhi~

There was a sound of a mouse, and a webbed paw stretched out from the quilt, lifting the quilt covering his head. His eyes saw the mouse standing on the table in front of him with his lower limbs looking at him.

He felt disgusted, but when he thought about his current appearance, the mouse looked like a cute little boy.

His whole body felt like an electric shock at this moment. He knew what this meant. His body would have this feeling at this time every day. When it disappeared, his body would usher in new changes.

Oh, that can't be called a change, but a mutation!

The whispers in his ears became more serious, and the scene in front of him began to briefly switch between blurry and clear. The mouse that was standing next to the table suddenly turned into a group of animals with dozens of tentacles and several crooked eyes. monster.

"nausea!"

He got angry, yelled, stepped out of the bed, and slapped the mouse directly with his claws. There was no doubt that there was a ball of flesh and blood in his hands.

Strength and agility have been greatly improved!

"Me, my body."

This was the first time a man felt his own power. Some strange emotions vaguely arose in his heart. Looking at the meat paste in his hand, or a group of objects exuding a strange, indescribable black aura, his palm suddenly moved towards He lifted it up and then put it down again.

The next second, he suddenly slapped his mouth.

He thought of a hungry beast, frantically devouring the "food" in his hands, but he didn't know that these things were leading him into the abyss.

not enough!

It’s not enough! !

His back began to swell, the short shirt on his body was torn, mist was spitting out from his mouth full of sharp teeth, and the human light in his eyes was dimming, replaced by another kind of frenzied darkness.

"Lao Yu, are you in there? Lao Yu! I heard the voice. I just went to your company to find you. You have resigned a long time ago, right? What happened to you? Why didn't you reply to my message or answer my call? .”

An anxious female voice sounded at the door, but the man in the bedroom heard nothing but strange whispers.

"It's all you monsters that made me look like this. I'm going to kill you all! Eat them all!"

He stood up from the table. His height, which was only about 1.7 meters, now reached 2 meters, and he staggered towards the door.

Screams rang out.

Then there was calm.

About 1 hour passed.

Someone was leaning against the wall, with trembling hands stained with plasma, he opened the communicator and clicked on talk.

Successor of the Fish Monster: "I feel like my illness is cured. I'm back to normal. I feel fine. Do you want to come and take a look?"

In the shadows, he grinned, with some flesh in the gaps between his teeth.

On the other side, Zhu Jue was carrying his long knife and arrived at the door of the tavern. He made an appointment with Wang Dong to meet here.

After looking at the messages on his phone, Zhu Jue was a little surprised. He still looked like he was dying at noon today. Is he feeling better now?

Sleepless 123: "Okay, I'll check in later. Can you take photos now?"

The successor of the fish monster: "I'm taking a shower. It's inconvenient. I have to take a shower. See you later."

The water falling from the shower head flows over the body, turning into scarlet color, and finally flows into the drainage hole in the floor.

"Tsk, tsk, even the tone has changed after the mutation is over, it's interesting."

Zhu Jue put away his phone. He vaguely noticed something, but he didn't pay too much attention and stepped into the tavern.

Wang Dong was already waiting for him at a bar near the outside.

"What's the matter with you specifically?"

Looking at the rotating screen in front of the bar, he ordered a drink, turned to Wang Dong and asked.

"I'm just chatting with you. On the one hand, I want to know what the monster you killed looks like, and on the other hand, I have something to tell you."

Before Zhu Jue could pay, Wang Dong took the initiative to drag the virtual bill in front of Zhu Jue to overlap with his own bill, and then ordered a bunch of fruits to eat.

The two sat down next to the bar, and sound waves spread from all directions.

"What I killed was a protozoa. They said it seemed to be a known source of pollution No. 1. It was quite powerful. To be honest, it did take a lot of effort on my part."

When talking about what happened in the sewer, Zhu Jue did not hide it. This was his job in itself, and killing a protozoan was not a shameful thing.

On the contrary, this should have been an honorable thing, at least now he is famous within the Public Security Bureau.

"You can talk about killing the source of protozoan contamination in such an understatement. You didn't really want to kill the black hand before, right?"

At this time, Wang Dong recalled what happened during the previous fight between the rooftop and the black hand. He thought it was Zhu Jue who was bold, but now he thought it meant something else.

"Of course, if I wasn't going to kill him, why would I go upstairs to die?"

Zhu Jue looked at Wang Dong in surprise, thinking that this was an obvious fact.

"Pfft haha~ It seems I've thought too much. I didn't expect you to be a ruthless person despite your age. Do you want to cooperate in handling cases in the future?"

Investigators are different from informants. They already have some autonomy. When the police station also takes the initiative to contact them to help handle cases, Wang Dong's request for cooperation seems to outsiders to be very respectful of the behavior of Zhu Jue, a first-level informant. .

"I'm not interested. I only have ideas about the sources of pollution. I'll kill other prisoners if I encounter them. If I don't encounter them, I don't want to bother looking for them."

Zhu Jue is not a god, and what he can control is actually the places he can touch.