Alien Executioner

"These things didn't exist when I got here!" Sister Tang screamed, hugged the tentacles and jumped up.

Anya's face was expressionless, and there was an imperceptible madness flashing in her blood-red eyes.

The floating tentacles froze for a few seconds. They sensed an extreme threat and quickly crawled back to the bottom of the reservoir.

These things are like phagocytes, but more unique than phagocytes. They are completely separated from the Devouring Sorrow. Currently, except for Anya, no one else's phagocytes can act independently from the main body.

Any phagocytes that leave the body will turn into black pus, except for those hiding in the darkness.

Anya guessed that there was a bigger monster under the reservoir that controlled these tentacles, or that the silver-gray octopus that Sister Tang mentioned was really Shang.

Combined with the conclusion that Shang is a twin, there is a possibility that the octopus is Shang, unless the giant octopus in the dream has returned to reality.

Sister Tang was hanging in the air holding the tentacles. After she slowly came down, she breathed a sigh of relief, but her eyes were fixed on the robot.

The robot was riddled with holes from the tentacles, but it was still moving, with iron wires showing through the broken display screen. She thought she had seen it wrong, and rubbed her eyes, only to find that all the parts of the robot were twisting and blurring into little bugs.

The so-called threads twisted like worms, and they formed the entire robot together. Now that the robot was dead, they came back to life and fled in all directions. The robot that was originally standing in the front disintegrated and disappeared.

"Boss, there's a monster." Sister Tang stammered and pointed there, frightened out of her wits.

If it weren't for the tentacles entangled in her, she would have fallen.

"It's not an illusion, I saw it." Anya boldly walked to the original position of the robot and looked down into the depths of the reservoir.

There was no sign of octopus, so the octopus that Sister Tang mentioned should be in the deepest reservoir.

Countless insects were crawling at the bottom, and tens of millions of rotten things formed a huge abyss, preying on prey that might fall in at any time.

They are undoubtedly non-carbon-based organisms composed of phagocytes. There seems to be no connected main body. The reason for their birth can only be death. The screams emitted by these tentacle swarms cannot be heard by ordinary people, but they attack Anya's mind.

After a while, Anya withdrew her gaze and said calmly:

"As cute as a cat."

Chapter 454 Undercurrent (XIV)

What's as cute as a cat?

Sister Tang looked around, thinking there was a cat nearby. As the robot on the screen disappeared, the surroundings fell into a ghostly darkness, and she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. She had no ability to react to the situation around her at all.

Anya also expressed her understanding and stroked the tentacle that came closer, and the tentacle spit out a flashlight covered with mucus.

"You catch it."

The cold voice made Sister Tang unable to understand for a moment, but her body reacted subconsciously and she raised her hand to catch the object thrown from the darkness.

She paused for a moment, feeling for the outline of the object in her hand, and turned on the flashlight.

The blinding light pierces the darkness, capturing the floating dust particles in the beam.

In the darkness, nothing gives people a sense of security more than light. Sister Tang was a little ecstatic.

"Second Miss, why do you still carry a flashlight with you?"

"To deal with some situations." Anya explained simply in a calm tone.

"Take a look underneath the reservoir."

"it is good……"

Sister Tang did as she was told decisively. She also wanted to know what was happening at the bottom of the reservoir. The light beam penetrated nearly a hundred meters deep and could only make out a little bit of grayish-white stuff. She opened her eyes wide to see as clearly as possible and discovered that something was wriggling at the bottom.

Thinking of what Anya had just said, "cute cat", the linguistic suggestion made her subconsciously imagine these wriggling gray and white objects to be cats.

But is this really a cat? Sister Tang couldn't see clearly.

"Don't look, it's not a cat." Anya saw through her guess and moved dozens of meters ahead.

"Wait for me, wait for me." Sister Tang hurriedly followed, "Boss, let me tell you, the octopus is in there."

"But I don't see any octopus. Maybe you're in the wrong place."

"It is indeed here. Boss, if you walk ahead, you might see a miniature searchlight."

Anya stopped walking. Sister Tang was right. A device similar to a camera stand was stuck on the edge of the reservoir, with a stick consisting of two locking hooks gripping the edge tightly.

This is a lighting equipment developed by the Equipment Group of the Scientific Research Department. It is usually disguised as a watch, and can be immediately unfolded into a mounted camera when needed. The only difference is that it cannot take pictures, but instead emits strong light.

This portable, detachable illumination equipment is specially configured for members of the special service team, because in the entire FACA, only people in the Intelligence Department can use it. Other executives will not lurk in the dark like an agent.

However, the battery capacity of the lighting equipment is very small, and it can only last for half an hour at most. Most of them will be abandoned after one use. The scrap rate of the special forces equipment has always been ranked first in FACA, and new equipment must be replenished basically every three days.

Therefore, the special service team had been on the equipment blacklist of the scientific research department for several months, and finally had to compromise under Li Fei’s strong protest.

Anya did not sympathize with the increase and consumption of the research department's funds, so she tinkered with the watch and threw it into the reservoir.

A long echo came a few seconds later, and a rustling sound broke the silence.

Sister Tang's eyes were filled with horror. She had also heard the sound, just like the chaotic chirping of insects in the summer.

She moved forward uneasily, trying to get as close to the girl as possible.

Anya signaled Sister Tang not to linger and walked to the last reservoir, the innermost of which was a recently built brick wall.

Looking at the gap in the brick wall that was damaged by human beings, I realized that this was a hole made by Sister Tang. I guess the so-called octopus must be inside.

"So what exactly did you go through?"

"Are you talking about the direction and order in which I came in?" Sister Tang asked softly.

"Nonsense, I'm really curious about how you got through here last time. You were obviously scared to death. Did you get in or out of this gap?"

Anya had long noticed that Sister Tang was a little off, as if she was in the reservoir room for the first time, and she was nervous and uneasy throughout the whole process.

"It's a long story." Sister Tang answered simply.

"Then let me make it short."

Anya was the first to crawl into the hole in the brick wall. When she looked up, she was stunned. There was actually a luxurious wine cellar inside, with countless wine bottles displayed on the cabinets.

Sister Tang came out from behind, looked around, and looked surprised.

"What the hell!"

"what happened?"

Sister Tang did not answer immediately, but ran to the wine cabinet. She lowered her head to look for something she had missed, and finally her eyes were filled with horror.

"Impossible! This place was destroyed when I first came here!"

As Sister Tang spoke, she shuttled between row after row of wine cabinets, her eyes fixed on every corner, afraid of missing anything.

She rubbed her eyes, her eyes revealing confusion about what was true and what was false.

"I was confronting several militants here at the time. It should have been a mess, but not only were there no bodies, everything was intact."

The description was incredible, and Anya looked around.

She couldn't find any place related to what Sister Tang described. It seemed like a fake story, but stories always have a basis.

Sister Tang’s reaction was not false. At least Anya was sure that she was in a state of panic for a moment when she said this.

Without further questioning about Sister Tang's previous whereabouts, Anya reached out and picked up a bottle of aged wine from the wine cabinet and glanced at the date.

This is Lafite produced sixty years ago, but the decoration of the wine cellar is not only luxurious but also brand new, so it is impossible to determine the exact time when it was built.

Sister Tang stared at the bottle of wine in Anya's hand with her eyes widened.

Anya noticed the shocked look and was a little confused.

"what happened?"

"Boss... Boss, can you pick it up?" She looked as if she had seen a ghost, and she tightly held the tentacles wrapped around her body.

Anya found it difficult to understand the specific meaning of this sentence. She lowered her head to weigh the wine glass and put it back in the wine cabinet.

There was something strange in the look he gave Sister Tang.

She didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and the bottle of wine wasn't a disguised bomb, so there was no reason to overreact.

"Boss, stop looking at me like that. I don't even know if it's my problem." Sister Tang scratched her hair madly.

She reached out to the wine cabinet, but this small action did not seem easy. She even gritted her teeth until her palm passed through the bottle.

These wine bottles were like virtual phantoms, and there was even refracted fluorescence on Sister Tang’s wrist.

In fact, this was a virtual phantom. After Sister Tang completed this tentative action, she turned around and pressed a switch in the corner.

All the wine on the wine cabinet disappeared, and the entire wine cellar was left with rows and rows of empty shelves.

This is a virtual wine cabinet collection room. No wonder it is luxuriously decorated. It is something that only rich people can play with. Apart from the wine cabinet, the so-called fine wine should certainly not be touched. It is like a projection on the screen. No one can feel the temperature from the projection.

When Sister Tang looked at Anya again, it was her turn to have a strange look in her eyes. Anya had just picked up the projected wine bottle. This was an impossible scene, unless by coincidence that only the bottle of wine was real. But looking at the wine cabinet, it was empty.

Chapter 456 Undercurrent (XVI)

Anya was silent for a long time, her eyes wandering, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Sister Tang didn't dare to wave her hand to remind them. The scene just now was like a dream, as if a guest came to the house, and they enthusiastically brought tea and wine to the sofa. The guest suddenly stood up, waved his hand to refuse, and walked towards the TV playing the wine advertisement in front of everyone. Just as people were surprised, the guest reached into the screen and took out the wine in the advertisement.

This scene must have driven the witness crazy. She was in such a state right now, repeatedly pressing the button to open the door, and virtual aged wine was flashing and projected in the wine cabinet.

Anya didn't react for a moment. She looked up and signaled Sister Tang to stop pressing and continue touching the virtual wine bottle.

Unexpectedly, she was able to touch the objects in the projection, and the real feeling made her doubt.

She threw the bottle at Sister Tang, who reached out to catch it in a panic, but the bottle went straight through her arm and fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.

Anya and she looked at each other, and both saw shock in their eyes.

The wine bottle was indeed broken. It was true that Sister Tang couldn't touch it, but it was also true that it was broken, which meant that the wine glass that was taken out really existed!

"Oh my God!"

Sister Tang exclaimed! I didn't expect Miss An to have such great power!

In the past she would have been happy to get close to the girl and observe, to study the secrets and to celebrate her boss's extraordinary ability, but at this moment her mind was blank. The occurrence of this event was no less than the destruction of the world, and the shock brought by the destruction only lasted for a moment.

This must not be an illusion, right? How can someone touch reality and illusion at the same time?

Anya kept feeling the weight that had just remained in her hand. She didn't think it was an illusion. Everything was real.

This strange scene seemed to foreshadow that something even more horrifying was about to happen. She was clearly a monster, but at the moment she was far from the peak of her power.

Both of them were speechless, digesting this fact.

"Boss," Sister Tang said weakly, "Do you want to see a doctor later? I have to see a psychiatrist too. This kind of thing is ridiculous."

Anya understood this as a joke to lighten the mood, so she nodded in agreement.

"Let me smoke a cigarette to calm down. This is too outrageous. What the hell is going on? Boss, didn't you notice it before?"

Sister Tang lit a cigarette, trying to stimulate the tense atmosphere. Now it was not so important to find the octopus.

Anya shook her head to deny it and also wanted to know what was going on.

Nothing like this has ever happened before. Maybe it has something to do with the wine cellar here. This may be the only explanation.

Sister Tang had just taken two puffs of her cigarette and frowned when something hit her back hard. She turned her head and saw that it was a silver-gray tentacle.

She turned pale with fright, and without caring about the few puffs of her cigarette, she jumped up, shook off the tentacles, and hid behind Anya in panic.

Hearing the noise, Anya raised her head and saw a silver-gray tentacle coming out from nowhere. An eyeball squeezed out of its head and looked at her.

The silver-gray tentacle's eyes were full of curiosity. It swayed back and forth, leaned close to her body and sniffed, making a giggling sound.

"It really exists, it really exists..."

Its voice sounded happy and nostalgic. The entire tentacle connected to the deep corner, gradually becoming slender and bloated. It seemed that it had existed in this wine cellar for a long time, but had not been discovered until now.

Anya took a cautious step back.

She heard no heartbeat of its own, nor a third in the wine cellar.

There is no doubt that this is a living monster, but living things do not necessarily have a heartbeat. The Dead Tu has a dead heart, but it has merged with the dark silence.

"Be careful, be careful, be careful..."

The silver tentacles followed forward, and every time Anya took a step back it followed closely, always keeping a distance of less than ten centimeters.

It spoke in stiff and broken Federal language, trying to form a complete sentence.

"You... exist... Hehe, you really do exist, you really do exist."

Anya didn't understand, but the phagocytes in her body began to boil, and the black and red tentacles swarmed forward and confronted the silver-gray tentacles.

The black and red tentacles screamed and roared, forcing the silver-gray tentacles to retreat.