Alien Relic Hunter.

Chapter 947 The Final Awakening (I wish everyone a happy Chinese New Year in the Year of the Rabbit!)
Then, the "clown" said to Ronnie: "Five milligrams of epinephrine, divided into several small doses of static injection, always pay attention to the heart rate of the survivor, if a cardiac arrest occurs, directly inject it into the heart, and prepare a pacemaker at the same time."

"Oh, oh." Ronnie glanced at "Joker", feeling a little weird.

She was almost [-]% sure in her heart that this "clown" had once been a doctor. The operation of the "clown" was even more proficient than those old professors with decades of experience in the medical school, and he also had an incomparable understanding of the structure of the human body. Roni thought that hemorrhage was about to happen. She even prepared the hemostat and absorbent cotton, but the "clown" avoided those blood vessels abruptly... It was as if what he cut with the knife was not a living person, but a body. Dry silicone mannequins.

He...has he really been a doctor?This kind of technology should be a famous doctor, right?

Ronnie looked at the "clown" and wanted to ask, but she was a little too afraid to ask.

There was one thing that made her feel very strange - in the language habits of most doctors, they would call the rescued "patients", but this "clown" was a "survivor" one at a time, which was not only a bit of a mouthful, but also Even Ronnie felt extremely awkward when she heard it.

Maybe it's because women's minds are more delicate, or maybe other people's focus is on whether the survivor can be saved or not. Except for Roni, they didn't pay attention to these things, and they all stared at the survivor. The handle of the scalpel cruising nimbly under the light, watching it cut open the subcutaneous tissue and muscles little by little... The word Paoding Jieniu may not be appropriate here, but it seems that there is really no more appropriate idiom to describe it" Clown" surgery.

"What are you doing now?" The captain of the spear team couldn't help asking, "Hasn't his breathing recovered? Why do you want to cut his chest?"

"There is something inside, if you don't remove it, he will die soon." The "clown" replied while performing the operation.

Suddenly, the scalpel stopped, and even the people around him couldn't help holding their breath. The "clown" seemed to be thinking. Two seconds later, he stretched out his hand to Ronnie and said, "The rongeur, the biggest one."

Roni didn't dare to neglect, and immediately dug out the equipment needed by the "clown" from the medical box, sterilized it and handed it over.

"Joker" pulled the scalpel out of the incision, put it aside, stuffed the retractor in, stretched the incision, then inserted the rongeur extremely quickly, and pulled out a large piece of black ink from the depth of the incision. Mucus-covered tissue.

"What is this?!" Soap asked in a low voice, widening her eyes.

"It should have shot out from that thing." The clown gestured to the ark wrapped in fleshy creep in the distance with his eyes, "After entering the survivor's body, he began to parasitize and invade the surrounding organs... His trauma is actually It's far from fatal, and it's all because of this thing."

"From the ark... No, something launched from those monsters?!" Soap subconsciously put his finger on the trigger, "Then he has been infected?!"

"The somatic cells of the survivors showed no signs of assimilation, and this thing is not a seed of erosion." The clown used a scalpel to cut open the black mass of tissue, and after removing the flocculent tissue on the outside, the inside was exposed It is a hard cone in the shape of animal teeth.

This cone is white, but there are countless tiny holes on the surface, thick black liquid is slowly secreting out from these holes, and after expanding, it becomes a flocculent tissue wrapped around the outside.

"But the problem is that there are no wounds on his chest or back. How did this thing get shot into his body?" asked the transport plane pilot.

"I don't know," said the clown. "If I had known, then we wouldn't have come this trip."

Not long after the lump of foreign body was taken out, the survivor who had not moved at all suddenly trembled violently. Everyone was shocked and happy to see this scene... But in the next second, the surprise was only shock, not Hi.

A large number of irregular stratum corneum hyperplasia suddenly began to appear on the surface of the survivor's body, and these hyperplasia quickly wrapped his body... It looked like an infectious disease "leprosy" that had disappeared in the old era Severe symptoms are general.

(For what does severe leprosy look like, please use Baidu. The pictures may cause discomfort, and the text description may be too harsh and be harmonized. If you are mentally prepared, you can search it yourself. If you don’t have it, forget it.)
In addition to these growths, there are also many tiny tentacles emerging from the gaps in the growths, constantly wriggling.

"Ah!" Ronnie screamed immediately, and scrambled to avoid it. As for the others, they drew their weapons immediately, aiming at the sudden change with more than a dozen black muzzles at the same time. Becoming a survivor.

"You still say that he is not infected?!" Soap whispered, "Look at what this is?! He is clearly a container for the Seed of Corrosion!"

"He's not a container." The clown didn't dodge like Ronnie did, but continued to use the scalpel to cut off the growths that had grown out—even though the growth rate of the growths was much faster than his cutting speed.

"Would you like to listen to what you are saying?" Soap's facial muscles twitched involuntarily, "This... this person has tentacles growing on his body, so what is this if it is not a container for the Seed of Corrosion? You... Are you not afraid of being infected by him?"

"These tentacles are not the seeds of erosion, and they don't have the ability to infect other organisms...or, the way of infection doesn't depend on actual contact." The clown took out a glass bottle, soaked in a bottle that didn't change color. "I did the test at the beginning, and I didn't detect any cells that were dissimilated by the eroded species in his body tissue."

"Could it be that the part you tested wasn't infected at that time?" The captain of the spear team was calmer than Soap, but there was still a hint of tremor in his voice.

The mobile refrigeration box has been opened, the active ammunition has been divided into the hands of everyone, Soap and others have already replaced the "special magazine" with the black and yellow biohazard logo...

"That's very simple. As you can see, it's this thing that caused his 'infection', right?" The clown picked up the cone from the ground with tweezers without changing his expression, and threw it into the reagent bottle.

The test paper still did not change color.

"I said, this thing has nothing to do with the Seed of Corrosion..."

"Is it possible that this is a new type of mutant species that cannot be detected by the reagent test strip...or is it another monster that is similar to the species of erosion?" the team leader asked again, and while asking, he also One side stuffed the magazine with active ammunition into the gun.

"He's not a monster, he's a man," said the clown.

"I know he's not a monster, but he's going to be a monster soon!" The team leader's tone became a little more serious, and his anxiety was palpable, "Now is not the time to discuss this kind of thing, even though this survivor has a lot of respect for us. It's very important, but in the current situation, we must ensure that the mission can go on smoothly... If you can't make him return to his original state, then I can only order him to be dealt with!"

"This change is irreversible, but if you want to extract information related to the Ark from him, now is the only chance." Having said that, the clown paused, and then continued, "There is a little I want to remind you that the words from his mouth, after you listen to them, may also become...'the monsters in your mouth'."

"What are you talking about?" The giraffe looked confused, "Why can I understand every word you said, but when connected together, it becomes something I can't understand?"

The captain of the Spear Squad was stunned for a few seconds, then his whole face sank, his arms dropped, and he no longer pointed his gun at the survivors, but turned his head to look at the "Joker" A low voice confirmed to the clown: "Memes?"

"Almost." The clown nodded.

The Spear Squad was only recently transferred to the Mukah base, and it was one of the several batches of support troops that the Ark added to the Mukah base after the attack. Before being transferred to the Mukah base, they happened to participate in the "model due to infection" event.

Of course, they didn't confront the meme, or the Spears would have long since ceased to exist.

Although the order maintenance work was only carried out on the periphery, because of the horror of the "meme", the necessary information was still informed to the captains of each team, just to prevent the soldiers from being exposed to the "meme" without knowing it. , leading to the spread of infection.

"Then...does that mean..." The voice of the captain of the Spear Squad was a little dry, "We have all been infected?"

"It's a bit different from memes." "Joker" shook his head, "If the 'meme' is an acute infectious disease, then it is considered a chronic infection, but there are some things, they are both 'pathogens' and It is the 'catalyst' of the disease, those things, if exposed to too much, will greatly accelerate the symptoms of infection, even faster than the acute meme infection."

"You... what are you talking about? Why can't I understand a word?" The giraffe looked at the clown, then at the captain, and asked.

Although I don't know what the "meme" they are talking about is, judging from the conversation between the two, it must be something extremely dangerous.

"He may still have the last few minutes of waking up. If you have anything to ask, just ask." The clown said to the captain of the Spear Squad. "Of course, the premise is that you are not worried about being 'infected'."

"..."

Before the captain of the Spear Squad opened his mouth, the survivor struggled and turned over, and at the same time said in an extremely vague voice: "Quick... run away... escape... the ark... the farther... the farther away... ... the better."

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It has been more than two years since the book "Alien Ruins Hunter" was opened in October 2020. Thanks to everyone's love and care in the past two years, I have been able to see it in the eyes of people around me through this book. It seems that the unreliable career earns income. Although I don’t make much money in the street, at least it’s almost the same as going out to find a general job.

In fact, I am quite ashamed of the title of full-time author. Some non-full-time authors can code 1 to [-] words a day. As a full-time author, I am stuck with a full-time line of [-] words every day, and I often ask for leave from time to time. I want to come after me The book should be quite painful... After all, in the current environment that is getting more and more complicated, my updates can only be described as slow speed.

In fact, I also tried to update [-] words a day, but the first few chapters were fine, but the latter became more and more watery, to the point where I couldn't stand it...Compared with increasing the number, I still prefer to pursue content quality.My friends in reality have been asking me why I don’t cater to the market and write fast-paced and cool articles like new media, but I think about it, in this era of cool articles, there will always be people who are willing to calm down and read such articles. Novel, and you who read this are the best proof.

As long as you like to read it, I will write... There is no saying whether to insist or not. It is too second-guess to insist on sticking to one's heart in the trend of cool writing. I just write books, nothing else. Even if it is writing a book, the boss who writes better than me can grasp a lot just from the starting point.I'm just thankful that I can turn my hobby into a career, and after all these years, I haven't gotten bored.

Closer to home, "Alien Ruins Hunter" has now officially entered the last volume "Final Chapter". Just judging from the length, everyone knows that it is difficult for this book to write about human civilization becoming a god, "Battle of the Gods" That kind of drama.Compared with those beings called "Gods", in fact, both Alpha people and Ark people are very small existences.This sense of powerlessness may make people feel tired or even hopeless—according to the normal Shuangwen plot, the protagonist should directly hang up and become a god, or lead the entire human civilization to soar collectively, and give that **** god to death Get down... But readers who are familiar with me probably don't know that I can't write like that.

I can only guarantee that the ending will not be a BAD END, and I will do my best to satisfy everyone who has been chasing all the way to the final chapter.

In the end, I would like to give you my favorite passage in the novel "The Three-Body Problem". This passage can also be used as a portrayal of the struggle and resistance of human civilization in countless time and space in this book:

"Look, these are bugs. The gap between their technology and ours is far greater than the gap between ours and the Trisolaran civilization. Humans have tried their best to eliminate them, exhausted all kinds of poisons, sprayed them with airplanes, introduced and cultivated their natural enemies, Seek out and destroy their eggs, sterilize them with genetic modification; burn them with fire; flood them with water, every household has a pest control for them, every desk has something like a fly swatter to kill them weapons... This long war has accompanied the entire human civilization, and the outcome is still undecided. The insects have not been exterminated, they are still proudly roaming the world, and their numbers are no less than before the appearance of human beings. Looking at human beings The trisolarans who are bugs seem to have forgotten a fact: bugs have never been truly defeated."]

(End of this chapter)