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Chapter 203 Alien Species: Pseudohumans 3
Chapter 203 Alien Species: Pseudohumans 3
"Establish Alien File No. 2: Pseudohumans.
"Its derivative pollutants have two states. The first is the human state. In this state, the pollutants will retain their memories and personality during their lifetime, and their words and deeds are very similar to humans, and they do not have the ability to spread pollution;
"The second is the pollutant state, which is deformed after death in the human state. It is gray-white human skin on the outside, red blood vessels on the inside, and has no flesh and bones.
"The mythological ritual is unknown, it is inferred that it is related to 'making pollutants disguise themselves as humans'.
"It has the ability to devour memories and simulate personality.
"Difficulty of identification... a little bit.
"Hunting difficulty... Well, you can decide this one yourself, anyway, I think it's quite weak."
Yan Luge made a phone call and casually informed the research institute about the newly discovered alien species.
He slowly retracted his tentacles.
In his hand was a crying baby.
Yan Lage shrugged at the child: "I'm sorry for killing your mother. As an apology, I will help you find a pair of responsible adoptive parents, and give you two houses within the second ring road of the capital, one Live in a set and collect rent to ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life.
"As for the adopters, I think the bald man next to him is pretty good. He was quite sympathetic to you just now."
Yan Luge casually threw the noisy child into the arms of the bald agent.
The bald agent who suddenly became a father:? ? ?
"You asked me to adopt this child?" The bald agent was dumbfounded.
Yan Luge glanced at him: "You don't want to? Then change to another..."
The bald agent tightly hugged the baby in his hands, with a righteous expression on his face: "I am very willing to adopt this child, and I swear, I will treat him like my own son!"
If he heard correctly, the current richest man in the world promised to give this child two houses within the second ring road.
Now he doesn't have to worry about the down payment, it's more expensive than the father.
I just don't know how to explain to my wife after returning home that I had a son because of a business trip...
The bald agent hugged the crying child with the standard actions of a dad, and gently coaxed him.
Although the child's mother became a pollutant, he was fortunately not polluted and was still a healthy human being.
No bruises, no signs of suffocation.
Most of the crying at the moment was just because of being frightened.
The bald agent glanced at Yan Lvge in surprise.
Unexpectedly, although the director of the Blackstone Research Institute looks cruel and ruthless, he is actually more bottom-line than imagined.
After the bald agent tried his best, the crying of the child finally stopped slowly, and the little pink hands stretched out the swaddling clothes, giggling and grabbing the bald agent's collar.
He still doesn't know that he has lost his mother, a mother who is willing to die for him.
The bald agent sighed.
He really felt pity for the child now.
Yanlvge doesn't care about the psychological activities of the agents of Command No. 101.
After throwing out the baggage in his hand, he glanced at the isolation hotel that looked like Shura's hell.
There were stumps, broken arms, and flesh and blood everywhere.
The smell of blood is pungent.
The pollutants hidden in the crowd were all wiped out, and the system in Yanluge's mind also sounded relevant reminders.
However, the hunting here is over, but his work is not yet done.
"I'll go to the northwest wilderness." Yan Luge said, "I'll help you get rid of this alien species."
"Now?" The bald agent who was coaxing the child looked at the time subconsciously—it was six o'clock in the evening, and the sky was half dark, and it was estimated that it would be completely dark in half an hour.
"Now."
The bald agent coughed softly, and persuaded softly: "The wasteland is very dangerous now, we don't have enough information, and the vision is limited at night, so we can move..."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Lvge jumped out of the window, his figure flickered a few times, and then disappeared.
Director Yan didn't intend to ask for other people's opinions.
He was just notifying.
Bald Agent: "..."
After a while, he turned his head stupidly, and looked at Xue Batian, a big, muscular man covered in blood, who was carrying a Fangtian painted halberd: "Has your boss always been this reckless?"
"Of course not." Xue Batian shook his head and said with a smile.
The bald agent was slightly startled, and quickly thought of another possibility: "Is it because the situation here has deteriorated to a very urgent level?"
Xue Batian continued to shake his head: "No."
The bald agent didn't know, so: "Uh, that's it?"
Xue Batian chuckled, like a simple and honest guy who has no intentions and always tells the truth: "He is usually more reckless than this."
Bald Agent:? ? ?
……
Yan Luge drove the armored off-road vehicle borrowed from Commander No. 101 into the northwest wilderness alone.
Well, this time the car was really borrowed, not snatched.
The person in charge here has probably been educated by Lao Zheng repeatedly, so he didn't cause any trouble to him.
He borrowed it politely, and the other party readily gave it.
Happy cooperation.
Yan Lvge held the steering wheel with both hands, one tentacle on the back rolled a piece of well-roasted rabbit leg meat and fed it to his mouth, two tentacles held a nest of sand scorpions and were seriously grilling, two tentacles held a gerbil The chestnuts taken from the nest are carefully shelled, and three tentacles are holding sea buckthorn fruit, wild bee nest and cup respectively to squeeze juice, extract honey and prepare juice.
——He bought them for dinner after he entered the wasteland.
It took about 5 minutes to collect the ingredients, and he did the rest of the cooking process while driving, no problem.
He also doesn't understand why some people think the wasteland is dangerous. Anyway, in his eyes, there are delicious food everywhere here. Compared with the places full of pollutants in his previous life, it is simply a paradise.
It's just that the meat of the wild rabbit is a little less, the shell of the sand scorpion is a bit hard, the chestnuts are too small, and the sea buckthorn berries are a bit sour. They are not as delicious as the sashimi of those supernatural creatures in the cafeteria of the institute.
But he is not a hypocritical person.
When there are conditions, he will let himself live the best life; when there are no conditions, he can endure any hardship.
Faced with the darkening sky, Yan Luge drove to the depths of the wilderness.
He didn't bring a map.
Because it is not necessary.
He took a look at the map given by Lao Zheng and memorized it in his mind.
The terrain, climate, and species distribution of the Northwest Wasteland...
The personnel, weapons, and experimental items of the Northwest Base...
Gods descend, missiles wash the ground, pollute...
All the materials and elements are arranged and combined in his mind, the scene is reproduced, and the information is reconstructed.
Moments later, Yanluge hummed and drew two circles in his mind on the map belonging to the "Northwest Wasteland".
"Let's go to these two places first, and try to solve all the problems in one breath."
(End of this chapter)
"Establish Alien File No. 2: Pseudohumans.
"Its derivative pollutants have two states. The first is the human state. In this state, the pollutants will retain their memories and personality during their lifetime, and their words and deeds are very similar to humans, and they do not have the ability to spread pollution;
"The second is the pollutant state, which is deformed after death in the human state. It is gray-white human skin on the outside, red blood vessels on the inside, and has no flesh and bones.
"The mythological ritual is unknown, it is inferred that it is related to 'making pollutants disguise themselves as humans'.
"It has the ability to devour memories and simulate personality.
"Difficulty of identification... a little bit.
"Hunting difficulty... Well, you can decide this one yourself, anyway, I think it's quite weak."
Yan Luge made a phone call and casually informed the research institute about the newly discovered alien species.
He slowly retracted his tentacles.
In his hand was a crying baby.
Yan Lage shrugged at the child: "I'm sorry for killing your mother. As an apology, I will help you find a pair of responsible adoptive parents, and give you two houses within the second ring road of the capital, one Live in a set and collect rent to ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life.
"As for the adopters, I think the bald man next to him is pretty good. He was quite sympathetic to you just now."
Yan Luge casually threw the noisy child into the arms of the bald agent.
The bald agent who suddenly became a father:? ? ?
"You asked me to adopt this child?" The bald agent was dumbfounded.
Yan Luge glanced at him: "You don't want to? Then change to another..."
The bald agent tightly hugged the baby in his hands, with a righteous expression on his face: "I am very willing to adopt this child, and I swear, I will treat him like my own son!"
If he heard correctly, the current richest man in the world promised to give this child two houses within the second ring road.
Now he doesn't have to worry about the down payment, it's more expensive than the father.
I just don't know how to explain to my wife after returning home that I had a son because of a business trip...
The bald agent hugged the crying child with the standard actions of a dad, and gently coaxed him.
Although the child's mother became a pollutant, he was fortunately not polluted and was still a healthy human being.
No bruises, no signs of suffocation.
Most of the crying at the moment was just because of being frightened.
The bald agent glanced at Yan Lvge in surprise.
Unexpectedly, although the director of the Blackstone Research Institute looks cruel and ruthless, he is actually more bottom-line than imagined.
After the bald agent tried his best, the crying of the child finally stopped slowly, and the little pink hands stretched out the swaddling clothes, giggling and grabbing the bald agent's collar.
He still doesn't know that he has lost his mother, a mother who is willing to die for him.
The bald agent sighed.
He really felt pity for the child now.
Yanlvge doesn't care about the psychological activities of the agents of Command No. 101.
After throwing out the baggage in his hand, he glanced at the isolation hotel that looked like Shura's hell.
There were stumps, broken arms, and flesh and blood everywhere.
The smell of blood is pungent.
The pollutants hidden in the crowd were all wiped out, and the system in Yanluge's mind also sounded relevant reminders.
However, the hunting here is over, but his work is not yet done.
"I'll go to the northwest wilderness." Yan Luge said, "I'll help you get rid of this alien species."
"Now?" The bald agent who was coaxing the child looked at the time subconsciously—it was six o'clock in the evening, and the sky was half dark, and it was estimated that it would be completely dark in half an hour.
"Now."
The bald agent coughed softly, and persuaded softly: "The wasteland is very dangerous now, we don't have enough information, and the vision is limited at night, so we can move..."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Lvge jumped out of the window, his figure flickered a few times, and then disappeared.
Director Yan didn't intend to ask for other people's opinions.
He was just notifying.
Bald Agent: "..."
After a while, he turned his head stupidly, and looked at Xue Batian, a big, muscular man covered in blood, who was carrying a Fangtian painted halberd: "Has your boss always been this reckless?"
"Of course not." Xue Batian shook his head and said with a smile.
The bald agent was slightly startled, and quickly thought of another possibility: "Is it because the situation here has deteriorated to a very urgent level?"
Xue Batian continued to shake his head: "No."
The bald agent didn't know, so: "Uh, that's it?"
Xue Batian chuckled, like a simple and honest guy who has no intentions and always tells the truth: "He is usually more reckless than this."
Bald Agent:? ? ?
……
Yan Luge drove the armored off-road vehicle borrowed from Commander No. 101 into the northwest wilderness alone.
Well, this time the car was really borrowed, not snatched.
The person in charge here has probably been educated by Lao Zheng repeatedly, so he didn't cause any trouble to him.
He borrowed it politely, and the other party readily gave it.
Happy cooperation.
Yan Lvge held the steering wheel with both hands, one tentacle on the back rolled a piece of well-roasted rabbit leg meat and fed it to his mouth, two tentacles held a nest of sand scorpions and were seriously grilling, two tentacles held a gerbil The chestnuts taken from the nest are carefully shelled, and three tentacles are holding sea buckthorn fruit, wild bee nest and cup respectively to squeeze juice, extract honey and prepare juice.
——He bought them for dinner after he entered the wasteland.
It took about 5 minutes to collect the ingredients, and he did the rest of the cooking process while driving, no problem.
He also doesn't understand why some people think the wasteland is dangerous. Anyway, in his eyes, there are delicious food everywhere here. Compared with the places full of pollutants in his previous life, it is simply a paradise.
It's just that the meat of the wild rabbit is a little less, the shell of the sand scorpion is a bit hard, the chestnuts are too small, and the sea buckthorn berries are a bit sour. They are not as delicious as the sashimi of those supernatural creatures in the cafeteria of the institute.
But he is not a hypocritical person.
When there are conditions, he will let himself live the best life; when there are no conditions, he can endure any hardship.
Faced with the darkening sky, Yan Luge drove to the depths of the wilderness.
He didn't bring a map.
Because it is not necessary.
He took a look at the map given by Lao Zheng and memorized it in his mind.
The terrain, climate, and species distribution of the Northwest Wasteland...
The personnel, weapons, and experimental items of the Northwest Base...
Gods descend, missiles wash the ground, pollute...
All the materials and elements are arranged and combined in his mind, the scene is reproduced, and the information is reconstructed.
Moments later, Yanluge hummed and drew two circles in his mind on the map belonging to the "Northwest Wasteland".
"Let's go to these two places first, and try to solve all the problems in one breath."
(End of this chapter)
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