Slimes also want to be evil gods

(I seem to have forgotten something important, what it is... Forget it, it doesn't matter...)

Bowen Alves wandered aimlessly in the sewer, but at certain times he would use his tentacles and claws to pick up some fragments from the ground or sewage.

(Speaking of why do I collect these things?)

Bowen Alves was very puzzled, his confused brain could not understand the meaning of what he did, but he did not stop, because he also had no reason to stop, he piled up the collected items in a certain place At the corner of the passage, there is a manhole cover not far from the corner, but it seems that this manhole cover has not been used for many years, which is judged from the traces of the seams.

The things piled up here by Bowen Alves are mainly some fallen concrete and waste steel bars, in addition to a little bit of silt and bits and pieces that are not worth mentioning. Rubbish things, these things were not placed randomly, but were piled up by Bowen Alves in a strange way.

Bowen Alves arranged these things in a circle with some unknown classification. The outermost part of the circle is the most concrete, the particularly large ones have been crushed by him with his claws, and the particularly small Decorated near the big one... probably to make the circle look more like a circle.

The concrete is followed by steel bars, but these steel bars are not very different from the concrete. Except that they do not exceed the range of the concrete, more than half of the steel bars are mixed with the concrete, and they are piled up in a messy manner to form the second layer.

The third layer, which is the most central layer, is the silt fished out from the bottom of the sewage. Those miscellaneous and unknown fragments are all filled in this pile of silt.

At this moment, Bowen Alves is trying to use the tentacles near his head (the ones without eyes) to squeeze the mess in front of him into a ball. It means that he is trying to knead the things that are placed in a circle on the ground.

Although it sounds unbelievable, according to Bowen Alves' current senses, it feels like he is kneading a piece of plasticine that has been stuck to the table due to flattening, so that it can be removed from a piece of sticky clay. The plasticine on the table becomes a mass of plasticine that aggregates.

From the perspective of plasticine, it is a very simple thing, but judging from the items he is actually using now, it is a very difficult thing. It didn't matter to Weiss, because before he knew it, he was already kneading the pile into shape.

So from a realistic point of view, it should be considered easy for Bowen Alves to complete this matter, even if he himself can't figure out the specific process.

(There seems to be something missing...what the hell is it?)

The pile of things kneaded into a ball in front of Bowen Alves has completely lost its original appearance. Although it has not yet fully formed, part of the outline can already be seen.

This pile of things was kneaded into a rough cylindrical shape by Bowen Alves in an unknown way, but it was not a complete cylinder. There were two extra bumps on the left and right at the upper point in the middle, and there was a split in the middle below. There is no abnormality in the above, but from these points, it can be seen that he seems to intend to make the piled up cylinders into a human shape.

It's just that Bowen Alves didn't continue to make it. He instinctively felt that something was missing, but it was as if he didn't know why he made this, and he also didn't know what he was missing.

(It seems that you can find it there……………)

Bowen Alves' eyeballs followed the tentacles for a while, Qiqi stared at a certain place in the right passage, and his body began to move along with the folds of the chassis. Fortunately, he didn't look for it for too long. , After advancing for about 3 minutes, Bowen Alves found the target he was looking for, a single policeman.

Seriously speaking, what attracted Bowen Alves most was not the policeman himself, but the several canned items hanging from the policeman's waist. From the outside, it seemed to be some kind of container for spraying liquid, but as for the inside It's hard to say what it is.

Of course, Bowen Alves was not indifferent to the police, but he instinctively felt that those few canned items were more important than the police, from the perspective of completing the thing he made.

At this moment, the policeman was peeing in the corner with his crotch open, which should be the reason why he was alone. Bowen Alves noticed that there were several colleagues waiting for him at the corner.

(That's human, I can't do it, I can't, I……………)

When Bowen Alves saw the policeman, he instinctively felt that he shouldn't do this, but his body couldn't help but leaned over, and clamped his claws with his claws before the policeman could make a sound. Throat, a tentacle took out the canned items around his waist, and the rest of the tentacle wrapped around him tightly.

(Well, it doesn't really matter.)

When Bowen Alves reacted, the policeman who was entangled by his tentacles and unable to make a sound came into sight. Judging from the fact that this policeman was still looking at Bowen Alves with a look of horror and blinking, He is alive and not dead.

"Huh? What's the sound, what's wrong with you, Isaac?"

Although Bowen Alves moved very quickly, the policeman still made some noises after controlling the policeman, which made his colleagues question.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Hearing the voice of his colleague, the policeman under the control of Bowen Alves obviously wanted to say something, but unfortunately all he could do at this time was to make some weak sounds while constantly twisting his body, However, even if the distance between the two sides is not far, such a weak sound should not be able to reach the ears of his colleagues.

However, because the distance is not far, and in order to avoid long nights and dreams, Bowen Alves dragged the policeman under his control to the direction he had just come at the moment the policeman next to him made an inquiry, but took a person with him. The reason is that the speed is slightly slower than before.

Even so, Bowen Alves took the policeman away from others before being discovered by others.

Chapter 170 Sculpture - The First Work

The thing made by Bowen Alves has been completed. Although it is difficult to say that it is a finished product from the perspective of human aesthetics, he knows that the thing in front of him has been officially declared complete.

This is a very rough-looking sculpture, the proportions of the head and body are very uncoordinated, and the arms are also very short, but compared to the previous shape that can only be called a cylinder, the current shape can undoubtedly be recognized called a figure.

The front of the sculpture, what could be called the face, is painted with some red, green and green spray paint. These spray paints were obtained from the policeman. Although it is not known why a policeman would carry such a thing, there is no doubt that these are Something missing that Bowen Alves had subconsciously perceived before.

There are some reddish-brown substances at the foot of the sculpture, but Bowen Alves doesn't know why these reddish-brown substances appear, considering that this is the last step of his production, which happened after he stuffed the policeman into the unformed sculpture Things, these reddish-brown substances are likely to be the blood residue of the policeman, or something else.

Bowen Alves was not very clear about this, as if he didn't know why the volume of the sculpture didn't seem to change after he stuffed the policeman in it. This is not scientific at all and does not conform to the law of conservation of matter.

Although there are such and such messy things that I can't understand, but Bowen Alves is sure of one thing, the sculpture in front of him is very dangerous, very dangerous, even if he completed the sculpture, this kind of sitting like a needle The feeling of felt also made him hard to let go, causing him to stare firmly at the sculpture in front of him with the three eyes on the tentacles after finishing.

Bowen Alves didn't know the reason for doing this, but he instinctively felt that this would prevent him from being attacked by the sculpture. As for what kind of attack the sculpture would make... He didn't want to know at all, Not at all.

(Why would I make this, why would I be able to make this... dammit!)

After making this weird sculpture, Bowen Alves seemed to have escaped from the weird state just now, his brain began to relax, his thoughts were no longer sluggish, and he began to gallop freely like a wild horse running wild. As a result, he became more wary of the sculpture in front of him.

(Did it turn me into such an existence? Or is it the instinct that comes with this body? What is the one I saw just now? Damn, I don’t understand it at all.)

Bowen Alves began to think wildly in his heart, and the tentacles began to dance irregularly with his thoughts, and when the tentacles crossed to a certain position, none of the eyes on the tentacles stared at the sculpture for a moment, the sculpture Disappeared.

Without any sign or sound, the sculpture just disappeared before Bowen Alves' eyes, as if this kind of statue had never appeared here before.

However, Bowen Alves would not regard this as a hallucination. Almost the moment he realized that the sculpture had disappeared, a strange sound came from behind his body, and at the same time there was a sudden change in vision.

click

This is the sound coming from the body of Bowen Alves at this moment, which can be regarded as a monster in the eyes of humans. This sound represents a certain part in his body, which is probably used to support a certain part of the body. Parts were 'twisted', by some force he couldn't resist.

(What? What happened?!)

Although Bowen Alves was already able to think normally, but because he was not the type who was good at thinking, he was completely unable to understand what happened in this short period of time.

However, because it was not controlled by Bowen Alves himself, but the change of perspective caused by external forces made him a little confused for a while, and the break of a certain section of the body caused the center of gravity to shift, making it difficult for him to maintain balance. fell into the side of the sewage.

(I... I was attacked, I was hurt?)

Since Bowen Alves' current body doesn't seem to have such a senseless sense of pain, he was stunned for a while after falling into the sewage before he understood his situation.

Fortunately, Bowen Alves is no longer a human being, and this kind of injury that is fatal to a human is not fatal to him, just like connecting two ropes together, Bowen Alves In a way that I didn't understand, I entangled the broken parts together, and then made them fit together again. .

To describe it, it is as if two broken branches are entangled together, and then let them grow again after being inserted into the soil, so that the two broken branches become a tree again.

(It really is that sculpture, how did it do it... Forget it, let him go, it has nothing to do with me.)

Bowen Alves waited until his injuries were almost recovered, and then a tentacles with eyes emerged from the sewage to check the situation, but just as he thought, the one who attacked him was indeed the sculpture he made , this is the result judged from the little reddish-brown substance remaining behind him where he was originally standing.

However, at this moment, there is no trace of the sculpture near where Bowen Alves originally stood. It seems that the sculpture has gone to nowhere while he is recovering from his injury.

This is good news for Bowen Alves. He doesn't want to encounter that sculpture again. He still can't figure out how that sculpture did it. If it wasn't for falling into the sewage, he would Even worried that he might be killed by that sculpture, which is definitely possible.

step... step... step...

"The traces are gone around here."

"What the hell is this, blood?"

"Look, that's Isaac's coat."

"It's not good, this is not good, we need reinforcements, I hope Isaac is still alive."

It may be because it took too long for Bowen Alves to recover from his injuries. The policeman's companion just now followed his traces to this place and found the reddish-brown substance left by the sculpture and the scattered debris beside him.

Because of the arrival of these people, and in order to avoid other troubles, Bowen Alves decided to continue lurking in the sewage. In fact, after thinking about it carefully, he felt that there was no need to come out of the sewage. It's not human beings. Apart from being psychologically unacceptable, the sewage has no effect at all, but it will be easily exposed.

Now because of that sculpture, Bowen Alves has seen through it. He feels that he has become like this, and he doesn’t have to stick to the senses of the human period. Living in the sewage is the most reliable for him now. choose.

Chapter 170 Accident

"Report sir, the members of the third team in area B sent a request for support. A few minutes ago, one of their team members lost contact. Then they found some blood that had solidified and scattered clothes."

In a temporary command post, a policeman on standby in front of the walkie-talkie heard a voice from a certain channel, and said to Sergeant Grover Gordon beside him, but after speaking, his eyes moved involuntarily to the side Detective Lunk enters.

Even if he is an ordinary police officer who is not very well-informed, after seeing Detective Lunk, whose aura is [-]% higher than that of Sergeant Grover Gordon, he can somewhat understand who is the real boss here. Just look at Sergeant Grover Gordon's response to make this very clear.

"Area B...and then, the specific location."

The facts were just as the policeman expected. After hearing the news, Sergeant Grover Gordon did nothing, but turned his attention to Detective Lunk, and Detective Lunk didn't care about the relationship between them. Those little Jiujiu opened up the distribution map of the sewers in the New York area, and found out the approximate area responsible for Area B and the third team.

"Uh, judging from the source of the signal, it should be... the southeast of Broadway, below the road in front of Battery Park."

Because of the particularity of this mission, the walkie-talkies used by the teams participating in the mission have undergone some processing, so that they can receive signals even if they are underground, so as to determine the location of the other party.Of course, the specific location may have various deviations due to the problems of the sewer itself, but in general, the approximate location is basically infallible.

"Broadway...it's not good, it happens to be there."

Hearing the specific location, Detective Lunk re-checked the place shown on the map on the table, and then immediately frowned.

"Hmm... Maybe we can block this area with an excuse like fire drill or something."

Seeing that Detective Lunk seemed a little distressed, Sergeant Grover Gordon looked at the map and thought for a while, and proposed a plan that sounded feasible, at least it didn't sound like a problem.

"It's useless. There are too many forks in the vicinity. If the target is in this area, it's too late to go now. What's more, those guys on Broadway... Tsk, forget it, there is no other way now, what happens next Let's talk about it later."

Detective Lunk is well aware of how troublesome Broadway is. Since Broadway became the activity center of American theater art and culture in the early 19th century, there are all kinds of shady dark sides hidden under the glamorous appearance. With the change of the times, Broadway no longer has the status it used to have, but there are still many things that cannot be changed because of the times.

Even in the special situation now, he doesn't think that some guys will really believe that they just went to the sewer to catch a monster, but will use their 'smart' brains to come up with an answer that they thought of with a pat of their heads, and then On the premise that this answer is correct, increase the severity of this incident by [-] percent.

Even so, it is even more impossible for Detective Lunk to do nothing. Even if there are any problems with the people on Broadway, it will be a matter of later. The most important thing now is to deal with the 'monster' that fell into the sewer.

"Notify the other members of Area B to give up the current search to support the third team, those in Area A to block the nearby passages, as for Area C, let them come up from below, and then go to maintain law and order near Broadway, don't let them over there What's going on?"

Now that the location of the target has been determined, the search is meaningless. Detective Lenk immediately reassigned the duties of those policemen, allowing them to block the target's actions from all aspects.

Seeing that the incident was about to be resolved, Detective Lunke's expression remained calm. After all, this was not the case he was supposed to be in charge of. Dealing with giant crabs in the sewer should be something that scavengers should do. The police It also has no responsibility for this huge mutant monster.

"However, it's a bit strange. Is there too many cases in New York? No, no, it should be that there have been a lot of cases in the entire United States recently. Tsk... I don't understand."

The case that Detective Lunke was talking about was certainly not an ordinary civil case, nor was it a not-so-common criminal case, but a supernatural and weird event that he didn't know how to define. He had come into contact with it in the past few months. Four times, far exceeding the normal level.

Those researchers at the Montana base don't pay attention to these issues at all. They only think about dissecting this and dissecting that, studying this and that. Few people will think about the reasons for such supernatural monsters, objects, and events.

Cough cough... Actually, it's not that no one studies it, it's just that the guys who study these are often unreasonable lunatics and freaks in the eyes of ordinary people, even in the Montana base, at least Detective Lunke subconsciously Ignored a few researchers who had obviously become obsessed, excluded them from the scope of researchers, and classified them as magic sticks, witches and the like.

Regrettably, Detective Renke himself has actually been classified into this column, but he himself does not know this.

"Sir, sir!!!"

After an unknown period of time, when Detective Lunke was thinking wildly, the policeman who was standing by in front of the walkie-talkie heard some news, and suddenly let out an exclamation, which caught Detective Lunke's attention.

"This is from the third, oh no, yes, it is the report from the fourth team... They found the body of the third team, the bodies of all members of the third team."

As if he couldn't believe what he heard, the policeman spoke upside down and trembled a little, but he had clearly conveyed the content to Detective Lenk.

Swish...