Alien Relic Hunter.

Chapter 894 The Nightmare of 33
The quarrel between the father and son soon turned into a quarrel, and the mother's persuasion was of no avail. The father started to yell, but the boy retorted with a cry... As an audience, Ke Lan could only sit on the opposite side of the table , nothing can be done.

In this illusion, he doesn't even have a single "entity".

Ke Lan never had such a thing as "family" in his memory, and he didn't know how to deal with the relationship between father and son in ordinary families, but in terms of facts, he felt that the views of both the father and the son were correct.

It's just that one is a thorough realist, while the other is an idealist with a hint of naivety.

"In your opinion, neither of them is wrong, so who is wrong?" Nieto's joking voice came from Ke Lan's ear, "Could it be this world that is wrong?"

"No, there is no right or wrong in the world itself." Nieto then asked himself and answered, "The one who is wrong is the stupid and lazy species of human beings."

"You keep talking, I'm listening." Ke Lan replied in a nonchalant tone. On the other side of the table, the quarrel between the father and the son continued to escalate. The father threw the chopsticks on the table angrily, and one of them One bounced high and fell to the ground, and the other was inserted obliquely into the fish soup on the table, and the milky white soup splashed all three of them.

"The people above only care about self-interest and struggle for power. For them, ordinary people are just domestic animals raised in captivity. They are a kind of 'resource' that can be digitized. As long as they can be fed, there will be no more Problem. And the people below, they are content with the status quo, numb and dull, even if they have a little spare time in order to survive, they just want to paralyze their nerves with vulgar and low-level entertainment... Do you think that such a race , is there a future to speak of?"

Nieto continued: "Do you know why there are so many dictators in human history? It's not because of how powerful those dictators are, who can control the majority with a few people...just because the majority...stupid, Lazy, unwilling to think and take responsibility, the people want a 'leader' to help them do everything, and they just need to live like domestic animals step by step."

The boy stood up from his seat, yelled at his father, and then ran back to the room. The flow of time suddenly began to speed up, and in a blink of an eye, the boy had turned into a young man who was nearly thirty years old.

The boy started to start a business with his friends... He is not a "second generation", and his assets and contacts are pitifully small. All he has is his passion and hard work... In order to save money, he even spent two yuan I don’t even want to take the public bus, so I ride a shared bicycle to and from my company and my residence, which is a distance of [-] kilometers, and sometimes I just sleep in the company.Daily food and clothing expenses are all the minimum standard...

But when the boy was desperately trying to reduce his living costs and invest the only funds he had in starting a business, his friend went to a city called Lisboa to gamble with the start-up funds borrowed from the bank. He even took care of several beautiful young girls... The matter was quickly revealed, and the boy's friend went to jail after enjoying a luxurious life for half a year, but the company they founded also went bankrupt.

Half of those loans were borrowed in the name of the boy, but the money has long since been lost. Even though the boy did nothing wrong, he still bears an unbearable debt.

"No, he still did one thing wrong." Nieto explained like a narrator, "He shouldn't trust his friend...friend, it's just a human being invented to cover up the relationship between individuals to use each other words... In human society, the cheapest thing is friends. Many people think that contacts are a very important resource, but this kind of thing... is essentially just a platform for transactions. You No valuable bargaining chip in hand, no matter how many "friends" you know, it's useless. People use each other, suspect each other, hate each other... cheating, plundering, war, killing... in one of the few human beings In the thousands of years of history, a lot of time and resources have been wasted in meaningless internal conflicts. I even think that if a group of bees ruled the earth, maybe they would do better than humans... At least, bees don’t Will kill each other because of individual selfish desires."

"You said so much just to tell me that the world is not worth it, and let me quickly fall into the embrace of that god... right?" Ke Lan said in a tone without any emotion.

Nieto didn't continue speaking, apparently acquiescing.

"If I don't agree, are you going to trap me in this illusion forever?" Ke Lan asked again.

"I don't intend to force you, I just want you to make the right choice."

"Then save your energy... don't bother me anymore." After Ke Lan finished speaking, he stopped paying attention to Nieto and focused on the illusion itself.

There must be a way to crack the illusion, whether it is a physical method or a spiritual method... As long as you can find the flaws in it, you may be able to find the hidden "back door" in it... From a conceptual point of view, this is true. It is very similar to the hacker Ke Lan used to be, except that what the hacker faced was a bunch of computer programs composed of 1s and 0s, while what Ke Lan faced was a virtual illusion reconstructed by piecing together his own memory fragments. .

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Compared with Ke Lan's illusion, the scene that 33 encountered can be described as a nightmare.

His consciousness first fell into a fugue, and when he regained consciousness again, he suddenly found himself lying on a simple folding bed, the wind that leaked in from the outside scraped against the edge of the gap in the tent, making a sharp whining sound... 33 A carp jumped up from the folding bed, and first reached out and groped for a while.

All the black flying blades have disappeared, and his clothes have been replaced with an old field training uniform. A zero-one rifle with a lot of tactical kits is leaning against the folding bed. , The gun is loaded, and it can be fired at any time as long as the safety is opened.

Only 33 felt his scalp go numb, he hastily pulled out the magazine, and pushed out a "special armor-piercing bullet" with the front end painted pure black from it.

The cost of this special armor-piercing bullet can be as high as an original zero-one rifle. There is no other reason. The best kind of armor-piercing bullets issued, not one of them.

33 doesn't know why there are such expensive bullets in his magazine, but he just remembers that there are... It's as if this memory was edited and forced into his brain... It just makes him feel What sent chills down his spine was that he couldn't sense the Nino alloy in the warhead.

He held this special armor-piercing bullet in his palm, trying to levitate the bullet, but no matter how he urged his thoughts, the bullet would not move at all.

The feeling that I had been familiar with for a long time disappeared completely, as if everything that happened before was a dream.

I wasn't transferred away, my army wasn't destroyed, I didn't change my job to become a relic hunter, and I didn't encounter those strange things... Everything was just a long nightmare.

33 rubbed his temples vigorously, took the military water bottle on the table, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip.

The water has a sour taste. This is a kind of medicinal powder used to purify drinking water in field operations. This kind of medicinal powder is difficult to filter, and it also greatly affects the taste of the water. However, between unpalatable and polluted, as long as the brain is normal people will choose the former.

33 Sitting on the edge of the bed, he only felt that his memory was in chaos. He seemed to be a little confused about the boundary between reality and illusion... He was a little confused about the blurred pictures in his memory, which ones were real and which ones were real? It's Huang Liang's dream...

He took another sip of water, and the cold liquid slid down his throat, making him tremble involuntarily... At this moment, a shrill siren suddenly sounded outside the tent!
33's muscle memory allowed him to grab the rifle in his hand in an instant, but just as he was about to rush out of the tent, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a military multifunctional protective suit hanging on the side.

Although he could no longer remember where he was, these protective clothing had obvious traces of daily wear-this was not a spare equipment, but he took it off and hung it there before he lay down to rest.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the dial—this kind of field combat smart watch integrates multiple functions. In addition to checking the time, it can also be used as a simple Geiger counter and an air toxic substance detector. In use, although the accuracy is not very high, it is enough for field legionnaires who often need to fight in the wilderness.

The radiation index in the tent is not low, although it is not enough to cause obvious discomfort, but if you live in such an environment for a long time, if you do not inject Qingfuning regularly, you will definitely suffer from chronic radiation sickness—even in the tent. The environment is like this, one can imagine what the outside looks like.

33 put on the protective clothing and buckled the breathing mask... At this time, there were already shouts and gunshots outside the tent.

Where exactly is he?

With such thoughts in mind, 33 tore open the tent door glued with the Velcro, bent over and got out.

The camp is located on a wasteland, and the leaden gray clouds above the head are stained with dim moonlight. On Alpha Star, you can’t see any stars at night, even Alpha Star’s only two satellites, "Double Moon", cannot see any stars. see.What can be seen is only a gleam of light seeping through the thick clouds.

Gunshots and shouts came from the outside of the camp. 33 wanted to ask someone nearby, but found that the lights of several nearby tents were turned off, and it was unclear whether the people inside had gone out or were sleeping. Too dead to not be woken up by gunshots.

33 was not in a hurry to support the front battlefield, but walked quickly to the nearest tent, tore open the tent door, and at the same time turned on the tactical flashlight inserted on the handguard rail.

This tent is several times larger than the one that 33 woke up to. In the center of the tent are several platforms that are put together and covered with white cloth.The table is full of racks used to place test tubes and flasks, but at this time these racks have been dumped, broken glass residues and those chemical preparations can be seen everywhere on the table and on the ground, some corrosive liquids even The white tablecloth was burned with several large irregular holes.

As the light beam of the tactical flashlight moved to the ground, 33 saw the second person besides himself after he woke up—it was a person wearing a full set of white protective clothing, and fell face down on the ground... His body The shape seems to be very thin, and it can't support the large protective clothing at all... 33 always feels that this white protective clothing is worn on this person, as if it is put on a skeleton frame.

"Hello? Are you alright?" 33 didn't approach rashly. He used a flashlight to illuminate the person's surroundings. When he didn't find the third person, he asked him.

After asking three times in a row, the voice gradually increased, but the other party still did not respond.

died?

With such doubts in mind, 33 walked forward slowly, pulled out the bayonet hanging from his waist, and put the bayonet on the muzzle of the gun.

He stood half a meter away from the man in white, and turned the man's body over with a bayonet.

The weight from the gun stock is very light... Obviously this person is at least 1.8 meters tall, but the weight seems to be less than ten kilograms...

The head of the man in white was also wearing the breathing mask of a 33 car, but there were a lot of problems on the edge of the breathing mask - the flesh and blood on the man's face had disappeared, and a star was wrapped under the hood of the protective suit. The white skull and the two black eye sockets stared straight at 33, which made 33 not only feel a little dizzy in his heart.

Just when 33 was about to bend over to examine the corpse, the corpse suddenly trembled. He jumped back a step reflexively, and raised the gun in his hand.

The fraudulent corpse did not appear, and the corpse that had turned into a skeleton did not get up...but the breathing mask that was buckled on the skull's face was pushed away. Well drilled out of the mouth!

The bodies of these mice are naked, without any hair, their skin is pale, and the purple blood vessels under the skin are clearly visible. They seem to be newborn mice... Their eyes emit a faint red light in the dark, even if there is no light source. Can see clearly.

33 suddenly realized where he was!
Deep in the Prism Basin!The very famous heavy radiation area on Alpha Star!

He is on an escort mission, and the mission's target is a research team from the research institute... and their research subject is mice that have mutated due to radiation!

(End of this chapter)