While the other five rats looked at each other in panic and turned to run.
But in a second, they firmly hit an invisible wall-Kelan Li’s "catching rats" also created a cage for the other five rats to condense and put them inside.
"Are you going to … dissect them?" Thirty-three looked at the rat who was lifted by force and looked at the other five "cages". The rat didn’t know what it was. He suddenly felt that these scary creatures were gradually becoming no different from those mice in the laboratory.
This is probably … Is it the special impression brought by power suppression? Fear comes from the lack of firepower … and firepower and strength are not much different.
"I want to tear off this guy’s mask first, but this bone mask seems to have a long head …" Ke Lan said, "I still think they picked up similar remains and put their skulls on their heads."
By "mask", he means that rats "wear" white bone helmets.
"Long head … that should be an exoskeleton?" Thirty-three tiny Zheng consciousness said
"Maybe …" With a creepy tear, the rat bone helmet was forcefully pulled by Kelan, and after the bone helmet and the rat head were separated, the rat finally stopped struggling and completely lost interest.
"Well, it’s really an exoskeleton. This layer of bone is still attached to a part of brain tissue." Kelan looked at it and tore the helmet. "It seems that I just tore this guy’s crown."
"It’s not the crown of the skull, but the whole skull and a half." Thirty-three pointed to the bloody head of the dead rat and said, "This bone even includes the jaw of this creature … You can see a muscular tongue from here to here, but the base of the tongue has also been torn by you."
Thirty-three see Koran didn’t pick up the words. Some doubts turned to look at Koran, only to find that Koran was staring at the rat brain tissue with ecstasy at this time and didn’t know what to think.
"You … you don’t want to eat it, do you?" Reminiscent of thirty-three things done on the second floor of Koran Tower of Babel, I suddenly felt that something seemed to churn up in my stomach.
Fortunately, it’s been a long time since I took a meal. There is not much food left in my stomach bag, and there are thick spicy and sour waters flooding my throat.
"Accurately speaking, it’s not called eating, but absorbing." Kelan sighed. "There’s no way. We have very little information now. Otherwise, you and I like to do this kind of thing?"
Blood-like living body armor oozed from the pores of Kelan, and a palm grabbed the apple, mouse and brain tissue. In a second, the red palm leaned out and several tiny tentacles pierced the depths of the brain tissue.
The information contained in the rat’s brain is very messy. Koran felt dizzy and had a double image in front of him … After a while, he recovered his strength and shook his head at 33. "I overestimate them … Are these rats intelligent creatures? They have the ability of animals to think like humans."
"But" Kelan went on to say, "Just now, there was a piece of memento mori that was unsealed in my mind … Alpha seems to have come into contact with this creature and named them-‘Tunnel Dwellers’"
Chapter one hundred and sixty-one The last lucky note
The name "tunnel dweller ….. is very vivid. You know, you live in a tunnel." Thirty-three looked at Kelan only to find that the latter’s face became very ugly and startled. "What’s the matter? What else … unexpected information? "
"Tunnel dwellers … they may not be mutated from irradiated mice … they … they used to be residents of this nest," said Kelan in a somewhat uncertain tone.
"What? ! Is this what Nieto called’ disaster’? " Thirty-three felt that his heartbeat seemed to have missed a beat. When he looked at the five trapped prisoners, his eyes had changed greatly compared with before.
"No … they are the people who escaped the disaster …" Kelan shook his head.
"What did you say to unlock memento mori in your mind?" 33 asked
"It’s a note. From the narrative tone, it seems that it was written by the last lucky person in the nest." Kelan thought for a moment and said, "There are some other things besides the tunnel dwellers. I’d better read them to you."
[An unsigned note fragment from memento mori]
I call those people "tunnel dwellers"
This is not a derogatory term. I have always held high respect and admiration for them.
They are the clearest people in the nest, and they didn’t panic when the disaster came, and they didn’t throw themselves into his arms like some cowards and people with weak will.
They have strict thinking logic and almost harsh discipline, and members who are contaminated by disasters will be removed with affection … But this is too horrible and difficult for us to understand without the power of "He" … Even if they are blind, deaf or even in a vegetative state, they are doomed.
Disaster is like a super virus that can transcend time and limit. It is broadcast wildly in the whole nest.
He will sweep all things and praise the great and true god …