Tokyo people don't talk about Wude

Chapter 372 369. Escape Method
"Big brother, save me."

□□□Hearing the human words coming out of the dog's mouth, he subconsciously wanted to let go of his hand, but it was too late.

His five fingers had already burst out with the strength of a zombie monster, strangling the neck of the last corpse dog. The corpse dog's struggle also weakened, and soon it became motionless.

“.”□□□ put down the dog corpse, widened his eyes in disbelief, and then began to tremble all over.

An indescribable feeling of nausea surged in his heart.

"What is this. What is this." □□□'s face suddenly darkened, his brows and eyes were ferocious, and he kept muttering: "Why. Why can it speak human language? What did I kill?"

Oscar, who was not far away, saw this, blinked sadly, and explained: "They are the victims of the [Synthetic Beast Experiment]."

"Synthetic animal experiment?" □□□ covered his face and struggled to recall the relevant information about this term.

The ultimate goal of this experiment is to merge the human soul with the animal body to create an animal with human consciousness to perform special tasks.

This experiment gives priority to using human children because their worldview has not yet been fully formed, their consciousness and cognition have greater plasticity, and they can better integrate into the identity of "animals."

The animal bodies used are common animals such as cats, dogs, mice, and pigeons.

Imagine that a heavily guarded military base will never let any spies in, but it is impossible to prevent every rat from trying to break in.

For example, a cautious politician might have his bodyguards be on guard against every suspicious person who tries to approach him, but he would never expect that a wild cat would accurately bypass all the bodyguards, jump onto his face and give him a fatal claw on the neck.

In order to achieve the purpose of the experiment, they tried many methods such as brain transplantation, bioelectric resonance, soul fusion, etc. However, the experiment eventually encountered a major bottleneck.

All experimental results were defective. Even the most successful batch of experimental subjects soon became insane and were completely unable to communicate, let alone carry out espionage and assassination missions.

Seeing that success was far away and they had already spent too much budget and time, the experiment was temporarily shelved. After the data of the failed experimental subjects were collected, they were all thrown into the [abandoned pit].

"So, I killed a human?" □□□ took a breath, his mind became dazed, and the chill in his chest became more intense.

As a zombie weapon, P01 has killed many people, but none of them made □□□ feel so disgusted.

When Jiuzhou Cheng first awakened as a zombie, he killed people and ate the bodies of innocent people. However, □□□ can argue that these people were killed by Jiuzhou Cheng and had nothing to do with him □□□.

□□□ also killed a lot of people when he went berserk in the laboratory, but he could argue that those were not human beings, but "war criminals" of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons. War criminals who wantonly deprived others of their lives had no human rights, so he did not kill anyone.

Even if □□□ had just killed those skeletons in the [Abandoned Pit], he could still argue that they were just wandering souls without owners and could not be considered human beings.

However, the three corpse dogs he killed were actually real people! They were victims of the KJ organization, and were as miserable as him!

They are. People!!!
"I killed them. I killed [people]." □□□ scratched his face hard and muttered to himself in a trance.

"Hey, are you okay?" Oscar asked with concern.

The next moment, □□□ rushed to the dead dog desperately, grabbed its head, opened the skull, stared at the pale brain, and bit it impatiently, eager to verify this conjecture.

A memory flashed through my mind.

This is the memory of a little girl from a poor family.

The father was a lazy gangster, and the mother was a special service worker with a decadent private life. After the child was born, they didn't even know how to take care of her, and tried to feed her soda and puffed snacks during her infancy, which almost caused the child to die.

Later, they learned that KJ organization was "buying children", so they sold this burden without hesitation and used the money to continue their life of debauchery.

Then, the little girl turned into a crazy hound with human consciousness and was abandoned in this garbage dump-like [abandoned pit].

".Ugh.Ahh——!" □□□ swallowed the memory painfully, then rushed over and swallowed the brains of the other two corpse dogs one after another.

Just like the first one, they are all children that the KJ organization obtained through various means and used for [Synthetic Beast Experiments].

□□□ swallowed the brain of the last dead dog and knelt on the ground with a pale face.

He killed three more people, poor souls who should have been saved.

Perhaps he could argue that he was acting in self-defense.

But if he were a true "hero", he would definitely find a way to save them instead of killing them hastily.

He is not a hero after all, but just an imposter. And because of this, when faced with poor people who need to be saved, all he can do is kill them.

Soon, an extreme anger surged in my heart.

"Undead Institution Ryujin and your damn KJ dream." □□□ staggered to his feet, his eyes burning with hatred, his face gritting his teeth like a terrifying beast: "I will kill you all. Kill you all!!"

"Hey, hey! Calm down." Oscar looked at him with concern and reminded him rationally, "I understand you, but now is not the time to get angry."

"Ha, I'm fine." □□□ let out a long breath, turned around and went back to carry Oscar: "Take me to the [exit] you mentioned. As long as there is a chance, I will escape from here!"

The two continued their journey in the dungeon, and the surrounding environment kept changing:

Corridors filled with dead bones, tunnels filled with strange mycelium and vines, rooms filled with giant insect eggs, broken corridors gushing out magma, a makeshift and abandoned chapel, and a reservoir filled with sticky, bloody liquid.

The only thing that remains unchanged is that the dungeon is always filled with a suffocating and weird atmosphere, as well as sticky and creepy sounds.

In addition, the distorted figures of various monsters always emerge from the shadows of the dungeon.

Giant ants, rats and dogs; festering humanoids covered with mushrooms and fungi; half-human, half-maggot humanoid monsters; fat humanoid monsters with edema all over their bodies; and dirty halflings with only the upper body left, crawling out of the dark and sticky pool of blood.
Their sanity had long been devoured by the darkness here, and upon encountering two people, they would make disgusting and terrifying noises, and would pounce on them and attack without hesitation, as if they wanted to tear them apart and swallow them as prey.

□□□ suppressed the pain and absurdity in his heart and destroyed all the monsters that blocked his way.

He knew clearly that these monsters were victims of soul science experiments and were originally living human beings.

But all he could do was keep fighting and killing, calling it self-defense while freeing these monsters.

Obviously, they are all victims of the same disease, and they are willing to save them. Obviously, there is no need for any conflict, but they have to fight each other.
This place is hell.

There was no way to measure time in the [Abandoned Pit], and he didn't know how long he had been walking. The only thing he could do was to continue walking according to Oscar's instructions and reach the so-called [Exit] in his mouth.

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"It's just in front." Oscar suddenly spoke from behind.

The dirty □□□ stopped, and a huge underground lake composed of white bones and reddish-brown viscous liquid appeared before him.

At the end of the Blood Lake, □□□ saw a huge rusty metal gate, half exposed above the water.

□□□ carried Oscar on his back and waded through the pool of blood to the metal gate.

The blood pool was very sticky, and walking in it made my legs sting, as if they were corroded. There was also a strong smell of decay in the air, probably a mixture of marsh gas and corpse gas.

The gate was tightly closed and motionless. □□□ pushed it with his hand, but there was no sign of it opening.

□□□ reached out and knocked again. There was a muffled sound from the door, obviously blocked by something hard.

His memory was correct, the door had long been sealed with cement by the KJ organization.

"Is this what you call the exit?" □□□ asked in a deep voice: "Oh, you really have lost your mind. A door that cannot be opened is also worthy of being called an "exit"~"

"No, look at the walls around you." Oscar reminded: "That's great. There are more cracks than before."

"Crack?" □□□ then noticed the wall around the gate.

The Waste Pit is a landfill located on the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. All the walls here are covered with thick special concrete, and there is no exit, the purpose is to prevent all dangerous creatures here from escaping.

Even if it was a zombie weapon with amazing power, it would be impossible to punch through a cement wall of that thickness and hardness. Even if the [Soul Battery] in the body was exhausted, it would probably only be able to make a slightly larger hole in the wall. However, after Oscar's reminder, □□□ discovered that the wall around the metal gate was covered with huge and numerous cracks like spider webs, and there were many places on the wall with signs of peeling and corrosion, proving that the wall here had been seriously damaged.

As for the area away from the blood pool, the walls in other places are almost flat and not so dilapidated. This proves that the walls here are much more fragile than other places and are more easily broken.

"According to my previous investigation, the wall here is the only place in the entire maze that has begun to corrode and crack." Oscar explained slowly:
"As for the reasons, I guess there are two: when the KJ organization used cement to seal the dumping port, there was an engineering error, which caused the wall to continue to be under unexpected pressure. Also, the air here is very corrosive to the wall."

"So you think we have the ability to dig a tunnel and escape?" □□□ asked.

"I was planning to make a bomb, but unfortunately there is no tool to make a fire here." Oscar said helplessly, and then changed the subject: "But. There are. Good things. Here."

"I understand what you mean." □□□ wrinkled his nose and said, "Methane."

"That's right. Biogas." Oscar grinned palely, "It's a closed environment. There's a little air and a lot of biogas. Just a little spark can detonate this huge explosives depot."

"I understand. I'll give it a try." □□□ carried Oscar out of the blood pool and placed him at the corner of the passage far away: "You stay far away, or you won't be killed after the explosion."

"Thank you." Oscar sat against the wall and closed his eyes slightly: "Are you going to detonate it yourself?"

“What else?” □□□ asked back.

"Nothing. Good luck to you." Oscar lowered his eyes.

□□□ walked back to the gate, placed his hand on the cracked wall and stroked it for a while, then immediately clenched his fist and smashed it hard!

"pound--!"

It was like a cannonball hitting the wall. The wall cracked instantly under this punch, and the wall sank inward at a speed visible to the naked eye. The cracks quickly spread from the point where the fist landed to the surrounding areas.

At the same time, a hint of gunpowder filled the air.

His punches were so fast and powerful that even hitting a concrete wall could produce significant explosive force and friction, thereby generating considerable heat.

□□□ shook his bloody fist, and the deformed bones recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flesh and blood also condensed again.

He clenched his newly recovered fist and slammed it against the wall.

"Bang!" This time, he deliberately hit the wall from the side, allowing the tip of his fist to rub against the wall for a long distance, raising a burst of sparks and smoke.

In an instant
"Boom boom boom——!"

First, a huge fireball ignited in the air, and then a deafening explosion tore through the silence. The fire and storm spread violently in all directions, sweeping everything in an instant.

"Cough cough." Oscar was sitting in a distant corner, but he could still feel the strong wind and heat pouring past him, almost tearing his fragile body apart.

After an unknown amount of time, the explosions stopped.

Oscar used all his strength to fall to the side, just in time to see the scene over there.

The blood pool that was originally like a lake was almost half burned dry, revealing the messy bones at the bottom of the pool. The cement wall around the metal gate was covered with irregular cracks, and many parts had already shown signs of peeling off and could collapse at any time.

In the center of the blood pool, a human-shaped mass of flesh was wriggling violently, piecing together the broken bones, and restoring the muscles and skin, gradually forming the shape of a young boy. This was □□□ who survived the explosion.

□□□ looked at his monstrous body with disgust, turned around and called Oscar: "Hey, are you still alive?"

"Ahem. Fortunately, thank you for putting me in a safe place." Oscar responded to him, saying incredulously: "Seeing the Kamikaze Immortal Corps is believing. It's really terrifying."

“.”□□□ frowned but said nothing.

He walked around in the pool of blood and finally found the spot where the wall was most damaged, and punched it with all his strength.

"Bang!" The broken concrete wall was punched through by his punch, sand and blood splattered everywhere, exposing the rock and soil layer underneath.

"It's broken!" Oscar's mouth twitched upwards, and he said happily: "I didn't expect that one day it would really happen."

"Don't be happy too soon." □□□ reached out to touch the rock layer and felt it intently:

"If I remember correctly, even if we destroy the concrete wall, we are still under the sea. It is not easy to dig a tunnel to the outside world. I don't know how far this place is from the ground and how long it will take to dig through it."

"But at least there is hope, right?" Oscar smiled and said, "I was right, this is the exit."

"Hope. Ha." □□□ smiled sarcastically: "Well, maybe this is really the only way."

Now that things have come to this, if they want to escape from this prison, they have no choice but to dig a hole out from here.

And he, the zombie weapon that was originally expected to join the Kamikaze Immortal Corps, has the ability to do this.

Even without any tools, □□□ can dig a tunnel with just his own hands.

However, he had no idea how long this project would take, and whether the [soul battery] in his body could support him until the last moment.

□□□ took a closer look and punched the hole in the wall again.

"boom--!"

Next, the only thing □□□ did was to dig a tunnel.

There were no handy tools here, so he used his fists, palm pushes, and kicks to break the hard rocks, and used his fingers as claws to dig up the soft soil. His hands continued to fester and heal on their own, his skin gradually became rough, and his finger bones became slightly deformed.

He was so numb from the pain that he almost lost the sense of pain.

Oscar sat by the wall not far away, watching him and chatting with him from time to time. His tone was still very weak, as if he was about to die at any time.

"I don't understand why you're still hanging on." Once, □□□ asked, "For you, dying right away would be a relief, right?"

"I have a lot of important information in my mind. I know that they have prepared many horrific plans." Oscar replied: "I must pass this information on. I must stop this catastrophe. I cannot die here."

"You said you've been here for two or three years, right?" □□□ sighed and asked in confusion, "It's amazing that you've been able to hold on for so long. Where on earth do you have such strong willpower? Do you really want to be a [hero]?"

"Hero. Haha, maybe. I just think that as long as you don't give up, good things will always happen." Oscar smiled palely:

"Just like your appearance. Isn't it a miracle sent by God?"

"Oh, miracle? You are really optimistic." □□□ raised his arm with a deathly pale face and punched the rock.

He had dug a tunnel of considerable length through the wall, and had built a simple scaffolding out of bones and boulders he found lying around to prevent the tunnel from collapsing.

But at this speed, escape is still a long way off.

Even he himself thought all the time that he was doing something extremely stupid.

But other than that, he had nothing else to do. Moreover, since his birth, his personality had not been set up to [accept his fate]. His subconscious would not allow him to lower his proud head and accept his fate.

Maybe there is still a glimmer of hope in my heart, a glimmer of hope for this world.
"Dangdang!"

□□□Using both hands to dig out a large piece of rock, the soil in the cave became much looser, and then a lot of soil could be dug out in one go.

"Sigh" □□□ exhaled a breath, looked at his hands full of wounds, and waited for them to heal on their own.

However, he was horrified to find that the recovery speed of his hands had slowed down visibly.

It would normally take five seconds to fully recover, but this time it took a full fifteen seconds, and the pain was even more intense than before.

(End of this chapter)