AWITTGABAGIWOBAFOAP Chapter 45
by VolareA few faint blue fluorescent lights rose and fell in the darkness, scattering butterfly powder.
Song Ningwan tried to release his spirit, and at the moment of contact with the mecha’s control, the pitch-black space instantly brightened.
The archaeological team members were all lying on the ground, their faces filled with fear, as if trapped in a heavy illusion, deeply tormented by pain.
Song Ningwan immediately noticed the light blue butterflies fluttering in the space, their left wings shimmering with silver light.
And the right wing was actually composed of mechanical bones!
This kind of combination of mechanics and animals must be man-made, and its appearance in the desolate wasteland is too deliberate.
This species can actually cause hallucinations, who exactly…
A sobbing sound came intermittently to his ears, and Song Ningwan followed the sound, seeing Xie Xiaoyu, with his rebellious nature, crying, tears streaming down his face.
Muttering in his mouth, missing his mother?
Still a home-loving child.
Song Ningwan used his spirit to cut off the hallucinatory magnetic force released by the butterflies. Before long, everyone woke up from their coma.
Xie Xiaoyu was the first to wake up, standing up and looking around. When he saw Song Ningwan, he wanted to retort.
But Song Ningwan’s faint voice came: “Wipe away your tears before you speak.”
Xie Xiaoyu was stunned, his fingertips touched the wetness at the corner of his eye, and he instantly extinguished the fire, vigilantly helping the still unconscious Da Mao up.
“Wake up!”
Da Mao frowned, slowly opening his eyes after a long while.
Xie Xiaoyu met Da Mao’s gaze and explained, “We were pulled into an illusion by the Mechanical Blue Butterflies.”
Da Mao lowered his eyelids and said nothing.
The captain also woke up at this time. He composed himself and opened his wrist device, scanning the butterflies in the air.
Red light swept across the butterfly swarm, and an electronic voice sounded.
[Name: Mechanical Blue Butterfly No. 022
Species: Lepidoptera Papilionoidea Insects
Attack: Hallucination, nerve paralysis
Assessment Level: D-class Mutant Species “Slightly Dangerous”]
“So it’s a Mechanical Blue Butterfly. It must have sensed the aura of living people and chased after us,” Xie Xiaoyu answered first, his voice urgent: “First use an isolation container to collect them, then take them back for research.”
“No,” Song Ningwan suddenly said. The Blue Butterfly’s illusion just happened to help him recover his spirit. This was too coincidental, as if there was a hand behind the scenes pushing things along, but he couldn’t see it clearly when he looked back.
“You…” Xie Xiaoyu was about to speak, but was frightened by Song Ningwan’s eyes. Unlike their first meeting, the aura of authority and oppression was powerful and domineering, as if it could silently break through a person’s psychological defenses.
Song Ningwan looked into Xie Xiaoyu’s eyes, and all the messy thoughts in the other person’s mind poured into his ears.
[Did he see me crying? What should I do? Did I say anything stupid? He shouldn’t have heard me say I miss my mom. Damn it!]
? As expected, just a child.
Song Ningwan sighed and heard the captain ask, “Why not?”
“We can go out and take a look.”
Hearing Song Ningwan’s answer, the captain walked to the door of the treatment cabin. The sensor door opened automatically, and he took the lead in walking out.
Xie Xiaoyu, supporting Da Mao, walked at the end, staring at Song Ningwan’s every move.
Song Ningwan had a guess in his mind: he could perceive everything in the wasteland environment through his spirit, but he couldn’t penetrate this mecha.
Has it really recovered?
In the silent corridor, it was so quiet that you could hear the other person’s heartbeat.
“What is a mutant species?” Song Ningwan suddenly asked.
“Why should I tell you? This is a secret of our research institute,” Xie Xiaoyu’s voice came from behind.
Song Ningwan felt more and more strange. He ended the topic and walked silently.
Going out from inside the mecha, what came into view was a barren land.
Unexpectedly, the Blue Butterflies also followed.
Several people looked at the Mechanical Blue Butterflies at the same time, and found that they were flying in a certain direction.
Should they follow?
But faced with unknown risks, no one dared to act rashly.
The captain paused slightly. He absolutely couldn’t risk his teammates.
But Song Ningwan didn’t think much of it. He took a step forward and followed the Blue Butterflies.
The three realized that Song Ningwan was going to follow. They looked at each other for a long time, and finally decided to stay behind.
The Nukaar Ruins were not eroded by the virus. Humans could still breathe, but a large area of skin exposed to the air would cause redness, swelling, and stinging pain.
One foot stepped down, and the sand sank. Song Ningwan raised his right foot, and the Mechanical Blue Butterflies stopped at this moment, flying around him in circles.
The expected softness didn’t appear. An unusual sensation came from the sole of his foot.
This feeling was hard to describe, like stepping on a stone, hard and stiff.
Song Ningwan looked down and saw a corpse under his feet, face down, the back of its head facing up.
He suddenly took half a step back. It was not surprising to find a corpse in the ruins, but this corpse looked very “fresh,” as if it had just died not long ago.
That was worth pondering.
Song Ningwan squatted down and pressed on the back of the corpse’s neck. Warmth remained on his fingertips.
Without saying a word, he turned the corpse over. At this moment, the light of the Blue Butterflies and astonishment entered his eyes.
How could it be?!
This was too absurd.
The corpse actually… had a face exactly like Song Ningwan’s!
Song Ningwan suppressed the confusion in his heart and carefully checked the wounds on the corpse.
He didn’t find any fatal wounds.
The Blue Butterflies seemed to receive some kind of signal again and began to fly towards the depths of the ruins.
The sky was always dim, and the surroundings were full of ruins. Song Ningwan used the blue light as a coordinate, remembering the way he came.
But the further he walked, the stranger the road became. Song Ningwan stopped, and suddenly, white light flashed, buzzing constantly, and his feet gradually floated into the air.
Song Ningwan covered his eyes with the back of his hand, quickly mapping the surroundings with his spirit.
Unexpectedly, he appeared in an unfamiliar room, the pungent smell of disinfectant stinging his mind awake.
Song Ningwan held onto the wall to steady himself. After the dizziness passed, he carefully observed the place.
The incandescent lamp swayed, making a creaking, drawn-out sound.
The cabinets in the archive room were filled with documents, and the cold moonlight shone on the ground through the wooden window.
Song Ningwan suddenly looked towards the window. The miserable crying of a baby was deafening. A blurry black shadow poked out from the window, disappearing in an instant.
In the instant of turning his head, a ghastly face flashed past. He took a step back, his back against the wall.
Drip!
The sound of water echoed in the ethereal room, and a chilling coolness climbed up his wrist towards his chest, the violent beating shattering his skin.
Plop!
The fabric on his shoulder was soaked with water. Song Ningwan narrowed his eyes, touched the damp warmth, and the pungent stench rushed over, making him feel disgusted.
It was blood.
Ji Bai quietly walked towards the door. The night was like a bottomless abyss in the absolute silence. Outside the courtyard, dense weeds were blown by the cold wind under the moon, rustling.
Under the moonlight, he saw several half-grown children playing on a slide, their laughter noisy and lively, jumping and skipping, carefree and unrestrained.
“Catch me if you can, nya nya nya.”
Two people chased and played in the open space.
“Ooh! I’m going to fly…”
The girl spread her arms and fell from the top of the slide.
Everything was strangely harmonious. The girls wore plain white dresses and were as thin as sticks. The boys were the same, but compared to the girls, they were so thin that they were almost inhuman, their skin tight and white, as dry as thin paper, without any blood color.
They were simply malnourished.
But they were laughing.
Song Ningwan knew it was all an illusion, but he still couldn’t help but stop breathing, and a long-suppressed fear came from the bottom of his heart.
He was attracted by another voice.
“Song, do you know what sugar tastes like?” A little boy said to a teenager who was taller than him, his eyes filled with expectation.
Young Song’s eyes were cold, sitting on a stone gazing at the horizon: “Don’t want to know, stay away from me.”
The little boy looked aggrieved, hugged Song Ningwan’s waist and didn’t let go: “I want to eat sugar, they say sugar is sweet, as soft as clouds, do you know what clouds taste like?”
Song ignored the crybaby standing next to him. He was like a lone wolf: “It has no taste.”
“I’m so hungry! I haven’t eaten anything for two days, brother.”
Hearing the little boy act spoiled towards him, Song understood the other party’s intention. His eyes sank, and he took out a moldy biscuit from his pocket.
Seeing that there was food, the little boy’s face was full of astonishment, which turned into shock and joy. He snatched the biscuit and, without caring whether it was delicious or not, stuffed it directly into his mouth.
After eating, he licked his lips with lingering satisfaction: “Brother, you’re so nice! You’re the best person in the world!”
Song glanced at him, not saying anything.
The little boy seemed to be bored and suddenly smiled, thinking of something: “Song, you should smile more, otherwise no noble big shot will take a fancy to you.”
Seeing that no one answered, the little boy said dejectedly, “We orphans, apart from being adopted, can only face death. I want to dress up pretty, and if people like me, I can leave the orphanage.”
“Ah!” The little boy was fantasizing beautifully when he suddenly slipped and fell to the ground, only knowing to rub his eyes and cry. The loud voice instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.
Someone shouted: “Grandpa Director is here!”
Hearing that the director was coming, everyone’s face turned pale.
The little boy who was still crying suddenly curled up into a ball.
The old man asked sternly, “What’s going on!”
The other children loudly complained, “It was Song! He pushed Xiaohan!”
Xiaohan shuddered. It wasn’t Song, but he couldn’t go against so many children. So he took the lead and ran to Grandpa, hugging the old man’s leg and crying loudly, “Grandpa! Song bullied me! He… he pushed me just now, they all saw it.”
The director’s eyes were fierce, and no one dared to speak when his gaze swept around.
Xiaohan took the opportunity to add fuel to the fire: “Song also said…” He pretended to be scared, glanced into the distance and quickly retracted his gaze, as if he had been threatened by the other party.
The old man rubbed his head, coaxing him: “What did he say? As long as you tell me, Grandpa will give you candy.”
The little boy’s pupils radiated a wolf-like, elite cold light, pointing at Song and opening his mouth, “He said Grandpa is a blood-sucking monster! He also secretly hid biscuits… wanting to eat them all by himself!”
One person opened his mouth, and everyone else followed suit, the children’s ignorant lies like countless sharp blades piercing the twenty-two’s bloody heart.
Everyone wanted to get sweetness, so they spoke hastily, greedily sucking the other party’s flesh and blood, regardless of the consequences.
“Report Grandpa Director, Song is always unsociable, he doesn’t sleep either, he must be a monster!”
“Report Grandpa Director, he, he also likes to hit people! He always bullies us.”
“Report Grandpa Director, Song said that adults are all bad people!”
“Report Grandpa Director, Song said he wanted to… kill, kill all of us!”
…
Countless true and false lies were “brought to light” at this moment. For the sake of the so-called reward, they subconsciously cheated. Even if Song Ningwan had never said it or done it, it was useless at this moment.
Song Ningwan lowered his head and remained silent, as if he understood something.
They were all nameless orphans, pitiful ghosts sucked blood by monsters, but in order to eat the so-called “candy,” they personally turned themselves into numb and cold-blooded things.
So, this was the nightmare that had been trapping Song Ningwan…
The scene in front of him gradually came to an end, and Song Ningwan came to another space, seeing Ka’lier holding his corpse!
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