Alien Relic Hunter

Then, the "Joker" said to Roni: "Five milligrams of epinephrine, administered intravenously in small amounts multiple times. Always pay attention to the survivor's heart rate. If cardiac arrest occurs, directly inject into the heart and prepare a pacemaker."

"Oh, oh." Ronnie glanced at the "Joker" and felt a little weird.

She was almost 100% convinced that this "clown" had once been a doctor. The "clown" was even more skilled in operations than the old professors at the medical school with decades of experience, and he also had an incomparable understanding of the structure of the human body. Several times, Ronnie thought there was going to be a massive hemorrhage, and she even prepared hemostatic forceps and absorbent cotton. However, the "Joker" simply avoided those blood vessels... as if what he was cutting was not a living person, but a corpse. Dry silicone mannequin.

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

Ronnie looked at the "clown" and wanted to ask, but she didn't dare to ask.

There was one thing that made her feel very strange - according to the language habits of most doctors, they would call the rescue objects "patients", but this "clown" actually spoke of "survivors". Not only was it a bit awkward to call him, but Even Ronnie sounded particularly awkward.

Maybe it’s because women’s minds are more delicate, or maybe everyone else’s focus is on whether the survivor can be rescued. Except for Roni, they don’t pay attention to these things. They all focus on that. The handle of the scalpel gliding dexterously under the light, watching it slice through the subcutaneous tissue and muscles bit by bit... The word "Paoding Jie Niu" may be inappropriate here, but it seems that there is really no more appropriate idiom to describe " "Joker" surgery.

"What are you doing now?" The captain of the spear team couldn't help but ask, "Hasn't his breathing recovered? Why are you still cutting open his chest?"

"There is something inside. If it is not removed, he will die soon." "Joker" replied while performing the operation.

Suddenly, the scalpel stopped, and everyone around him held his breath involuntarily. "Joker" seemed to be thinking. Two seconds later, he stretched out his hand towards Roni and said, "Rongeur, the biggest one."

Ronnie didn't dare to neglect, and immediately took out the instruments "Joker" needed from the medical box, disinfected them and handed them over.

The "Joker" pulled out the scalpel from the incision, put it aside, inserted the retractor, and after opening the incision, he quickly inserted the rongeur and pulled out a large piece of jet black from the depth of the incision. , tissue whose surface is covered with mucus.

"What is this?!" Soap widened his eyes and asked in a low voice.

"It should have been shot from that thing." The clown gestured with his eyes to the Ark wrapped in a fleshy carpet in the distance. "After entering the survivor's body, it began to parasitize and invade the surrounding organs...His external injuries were actually It’s far from fatal, and it’s entirely because of this thing that you’ll be unconscious.”

"From the Ark... no, it was something fired from those monsters?!" Soap subconsciously put his finger on the trigger, "Then has he been infected?!"

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

This cone is white, but there are countless small holes on the surface. A viscous black fluid is slowly secreted from these holes, and after swelling, it turns into 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 into his body?" the transport plane pilot asked.

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

Not long after the foreign object was taken out, the survivor who had been motionless suddenly began to tremble violently. This scene made everyone feel surprised and happy... But the next second, the surprise was nothing but surprise. Overjoyed.

A large number of irregular cuticle proliferations suddenly began to appear on the surface of the survivor's body. These growths quickly wrapped his body... It looked like "leprosy", an infectious disease that had disappeared in the old era. Severe symptoms are average.

(Please use Baidu to find out what severe leprosy looks like. The pictures may cause discomfort, and the text description may be too harsh and be criticized. If you are mentally prepared, you can search it yourself. If not, forget it.)

In addition to these growths, there are also many small tentacles emerging from the gaps in the growths, constantly squirming.

"Ah!" Roni screamed immediately and crawled to the ground to hide. As for the others, they immediately drew out their weapons, aiming at the sudden abnormality with more than a dozen black muzzles at the same time. Become a survivor.

"You still said he is not infected?!" Soap whispered, "Look what is all this?! He is clearly a container of erosion seeds!"

"He is not a container." The clown did not hide away like Ronnie, but continued to use the scalpel to remove the growths that had grown out - although the growth rate was much faster than his removal speed.

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

"These tentacles are not seeds of erosion, and they do not have the ability to infect other organisms... In other words, the method of infection does not rely on actual contact." The clown took out a glass bottle, and there was a piece of water soaked in the bottle that did not change color. The test paper said, "I did the test from the beginning, and no cells that were eroded or mutated were detected in his body tissues."

"Is it possible that the area you tested was not infected at that time?" The captain of the spear team was calmer than Soap, but there was still a tremor in his voice.

The mobile refrigeration box has been opened, and active ammunition has been distributed to everyone. Soap and others have replaced the "special magazine" with a black and yellow biohazard mark...

"That's very simple. As you see, this is what 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 told you, this thing has nothing to do with the Seed of Corrosion..."

"Is it possible that this is a new mutant species that cannot be detected by reagent test strips...or is it another monster that is similar to the erosion species?" the team leader asked again. As he asked, he also While loading the magazine with active ammunition into the gun.

"He's not a monster, he's a human being," the Joker said.

"I know he is not a monster, but he will become one 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 is very important to us. It is very important, but in this situation, we must ensure that the mission can proceed smoothly... If you can't make him change back to his original appearance, then I can only order him to be dealt with!"

"This change is irreversible, but if you want to get information about the Ark from him, now is your only chance." At this point, the clown paused, and then continued, "One thing I want to remind you that after you listen to the words that come out of his mouth, you may become...'the monster in your mouth.'"

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

The leader of the spear team was stunned for a few seconds, and then his whole face sank. His arms dropped. He no longer pointed the gun at the survivors, but turned to look at the "Joker" and used his utmost strength. A low voice confirmed to the Joker: "Meme?"

"Almost." The clown nodded.

The Spear Team was recently transferred to the Mukah Base. It was one of the several batches of support troops that Ark gradually 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" incident.

Of course, they didn't confront the meme, otherwise the Spear Squad would have ceased to exist.

Although order maintenance work was only carried out on the periphery, because of the terrifying nature of "memes", the necessary information was still informed to the captains of each team, in order to prevent soldiers from being exposed to "memes" without their knowledge. ”, leading to the spread of infection.

"Then...does that mean..." the captain of the Spear Team said in a dry voice, "We have all been infected?"

"It's a little different from memes." "Joker" shook his head, "If 'memes' are an acute infectious disease, that would be considered a chronic infection, but there are some things that are both 'pathogens' and They are the 'catalysts' of the disease. Those things, if exposed to too much, will greatly accelerate the symptoms of infection, even faster than acute memetic infection."

"You...what are you talking about? Why can't I understand a word?" Giraffe looked at the clown, then at the team leader, 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 to wake up. If you have anything to ask, just ask." The clown said to the captain of the spear team, "Of course, the premise is that you are not worried about being 'infected'."

"..."

Before the leader of the spear team could speak, the survivor struggled to turn over and said in an extremely unclear voice: "Hurry...run away...escape...the ark...the further...further... …the better.”

[P.S. Thanks to the fish in the river and book friend 20220627174154236 for the 100 starting coins. 】

[P.S. Today is New Year’s Eve. I would like to wish my book friends a smooth and healthy new year. I would also like to share with you my year-end summary and new book plans for the new year.

It has been more than two years since the book "Alien Ruins Hunter" was published in October 2020. In the past two years, thanks to everyone's love and care, I have been able to stand out in the eyes of people around me through this book. It doesn't seem like a reliable career to gain income. Although I don't make much money just by jumping on the street, it's at least as good 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 12,000 words a day. As a full-time author, I am stuck in the 4,000-word deadline every day, and I often ask for leave from time to time. I want to catch up with you. Reading should be quite painful... After all, in today's increasingly complicated environment, my updates can only be described as slow.

In fact, I also tried to update 10,000 words a day, but the first few chapters were fine, but the later chapters became more and more watery, to the point where I couldn't stand it... I still prefer to pursue it rather than increase the quantity. Content quality. My friends in real life have also been asking me why I don’t cater to the market and write fast-paced 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 this kind of articles. Novel, and you who see it here are the best proof.

As long as you like to read it, I will write it... There is no point in insisting on not insisting on it. To insist on sticking to one's heart in the great trend of cool writing is too second-rate. I am just a bad book writer. There is no difference. Even when it comes to writing books, there are a lot of people who are better at writing than me just from the starting point. I'm just grateful that I can turn my hobby into a career and, after all these years, still haven't gotten bored.

Closer to home, "Alien Ruins Hunter" has now officially entered the last volume "Final Chapter". Just from the length, everyone knows that this book is difficult to write about human civilization becoming a god and the "War of the Gods" That kind of plot. Compared with those beings called "gods", in fact, both the Alpha people and the Ark people are very small existences. This sense of powerlessness may make people feel tired or even desperate - according to the normal plot of the novel, the protagonist should directly cheat and become a god, or lead the entire human civilization to ascend collectively and kill that bullshit god. Get down... But readers who are familiar with me probably don't know that I don't write like that.

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

At 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 us and the Trisolaran civilization. Human beings have tried their best to eliminate them, using all kinds of poisons, spraying them with airplanes, introducing and cultivating their natural enemies, Search for and destroy their eggs, genetically engineer them to sterilize them, burn them with fire, flood them with water, have a pest killer in every home, a fly swatter under every desk to kill them Weapons... This long war has been accompanied by the entire human civilization, and the outcome is still uncertain. Bugs have not been exterminated. They still walk proudly between heaven and earth, and their numbers are no less than before the emergence of humans. Look at humans The Trisolarans who make bugs seem to have forgotten one fact: bugs have never been truly defeated.\