Alien Executioner

The phagocytes in the body responded to these emotions with different screaming sounds. Anya felt a little upset. Her graceful figure was completely hidden among the tentacles. She swam like a daughter of the sea, always keeping a distance of 100 meters from the sharks. She couldn't completely trust anyone except her sister.

Fear, sadness...

Layer upon layer of emotions affected her mind.

How strange, she thought.

Will it scare creatures even if I hide in the water?

She held back Naia's rage, and for a moment tried to engulf the group of unintelligent creatures.

Anya's understanding of "self" became increasingly vague. She didn't know whether there was really a Naya hidden in her heart, or whether she was the one who was irritable from beginning to end.

If it is the former, An Ran will always be An Ran, but if it is the latter.

It's bad.

The shark suddenly sped up, and a rock wall appeared in the dim surroundings, followed by a bottomless ravine.

Anya stopped in front of the crack and finally reached the bottom of the deep river. She also realized that this might be the loophole in the dream, the "channel" connecting to reality.

No one has ever explored this place, and no one knows what is hidden under the abyss. According to the last measurement a hundred years ago, the height of the crack at the bottom of the deep river was close to 500 meters, but these intuitive data have no meaning at the moment.

Anya couldn't see the depth of the crack, but she knew it was definitely more than 500 meters. Without anyone knowing, the crack had undergone some changes.

The shark waved its tail to signal Anya to follow, and then it went into the crack alone.

Anya hesitated, not knowing what she was hesitating about. She just felt an indescribable chill pressing on her heart, and she couldn't raise her head for a long time.

What happens when you look up?

Once this thought came up, it could not be dispelled until the action was completed. Anya controlled the tentacles to hold her tightly, but still raised her head.

The river water rippled the sky, and a heavy darkness pressed down from all sides, leaving only endless desolation.

A thin ray of light tried to penetrate. It really tried its best, but it was a lonely beam of light.

Anya stretched out her hand for some unknown reason, trying to catch the beam of light, but just when she was about to catch it, the beam of light completely dissipated.

The entire bottom of the river was pitch black, and only the cold touch of the water told me that all this was real.

Anya finally remembered something, pursed her lips, and turned back to follow the shark's route.

Endless darkness and coldness may be the test of passing this passage.

She shuttled through the cracks, sprinting without any hesitation. All her tentacles and the water layers convected, forming a strong resistance in front of her, but gradually these resistances disappeared, as if she was moving forward in an environment close to a vacuum.

No longer downwards, her perception of direction was changed in a trance. Anya only felt that she was swimming forward, and soon upwards. It was so dark around her that she could not see any reference points. The cerebellum used for coordination was paralyzed and completely useless.

She didn't know what she was doing, she only knew that she was moving forward, but also seemed to be... moving backward?

She wandered aimlessly in the water, imagining herself in a gravity-free vacuum layer of the universe, where all directions were compressed into just one direction.

Anya felt like she was restrained by something. Her eyes widened, and her bloodshot eyes could no longer light up in the darkness.

The shark's scream woke her up completely.

A large patch of white light appeared before my eyes.

"thump--"

Anya's head popped out of the water, and all she saw was blue sky and white clouds. A shark covered in wounds appeared in front of her, and countless hearts beat up and down.

Looking up, I saw a large group of sharks swimming towards me from afar. The leading shark was ancient and experienced. It screamed towards the sky. Huge waves rose in the endless ocean, and the whole world was turned upside down by the screams.

Anya reached out and touched the shark's hard skin.

"Child..." Her voice was so unfamiliar that even she couldn't recognize it.

This is another world, the dreamland where I first met Deagaus. The boundless ocean is everything here.

But now, there is no trace or breath of Deagaus in this dream anymore.

Surrounded by a group of sharks, she seemed to be the master here.

In her absence, the sharks ruled the dream for her.

……

Lalo woke up from his dream and rolled off the bed.

He stumbled and ran along the wall, and only when he reached the solid iron gate did he realize that it was all just a dream.

"call……"

"What's wrong?" The first mate of the ship leaned up from another bed, rubbing his eyes with his calloused hands, puzzled by this always nervous guy.

"No, it's okay."

Lalo calmed down and glanced at the military uniforms on the hanger before coming back to his senses from the nightmare. He remembered that he was now on a famous gambling cruise ship, sleeping in the same room with the first mate, and it was also thanks to the fact that the first mate was a good and honest person who did not despise the situation that he was frightened by frequent nightmares.

He ran into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. What a monotonous and sad face. Endless fatigue was all carried by the obvious dark circles under his eyes.

I turned on the faucet, took off the towel, and just as I was about to splash some cold water on my face, I heard the first mate's voice:

"You had a nightmare again?"

"Yeah, but it's nothing serious. I can handle the next operation on the girl."

"Don't push yourself too hard, my friend. Although we've only known each other for a short time, you're too enthusiastic." The first mate signaled to him not to worry.

Looking at this bear-like first mate from the first district, Lalo's face was filled with worry.

"But we only have less than three days left."

"But it's enough." The first mate looked at his watch, his eyes widened, and he climbed out of bed in a hurry, "Damn, it's already morning! Hurry up! We have to get to the restaurant before those tourists! If we're late, we won't be able to take advantage!"

"You are the first mate after all, why are you competing with those gamblers for food?" Lalo said with a wry smile, "Don't be too anxious. The guests gambled until four in the morning. I could still vaguely hear the noise in the hall when I was sleeping. I think the sound insulation of your ship is really poor."

"There's nothing we can do. This ship is just used to hide from others. Hey, hey, hey, aren't you coming?" The first mate put on his clothes and opened the iron door, looking back at Lalo who was still in the bathroom.

"I'm actually still not used to eating so early."

"Then I'll bring you some." The first mate pulled up his trousers and rushed out.

Lalo was the only one left in the first mate's room. He squatted alone in the corner of the bathroom, recalling the nightmare with horror on his face.

The red monster...

The red monster tore through his dream and swallowed him up in an instant.

Chapter 564: Broken Heart (XIV)

How long did this dream last?

Lalo couldn't remember clearly, but it seemed that the red nightmare started from the moment he stepped onto the ship, and he felt more panic and fatigue. It was difficult to remember some details in such a state.

The only nightmare I can recall was the one I had after watching the third operation.

Located deep inside the second floor of the cruise ship, in an operating room that looks like a prison cell.

The girl named Xu Sinuo lying on the bed was no different from a living dead. When the fully armed doctor led Lalo into the operating room, he heard a sound similar to whispering, and then looked at the girl on the bed covered with terrible tentacles, and was deeply shocked.

What kind of monster had he brought here?

There was no news about this monster after it was taken over by the desperadoes. Lalo always thought that this group of people were going to perform a brain protein removal surgery on the girl, but after so much time, the surgery did not make much progress. The so-called third surgery was just to cut off some of the girl's tentacles, which grew back within a few hours.

In this way, a total of fourteen operations, large and small, were performed within ten days, until the surgeon, driven by curiosity, touched the girl and was swallowed by the tentacles.

The death of the surgeon did not cause much stir, life is so ordinary.

It was also on that day that the blond man, the leader of this group, came to him.

At night, the noise from the hall could be heard below deck, and the wind made people very cold. Lalo sat alone in a chair, drinking and counting the stars in the sky.

"The operation will not stop. No matter how many people die, this girl's head must be cut open." The blond man came to his side drunkenly, with an unfinished bottle of whiskey in his hand. In secret, they are aliens, desperadoes serving that adult, but on the surface they have to accompany the gamblers and provide the most perfect service.

The leader was not actually drunk, as it was very difficult for aliens to get drunk. He pretended to be invulnerable in front of the gamblers and took the opportunity to find Lalo on the deck.

"The doctor who performed the operation is dead, and you still want to continue?"

"It's not me who wants to continue, it's that lord." The leader took a sip of whiskey.

He shook his head. "That gentleman said that no matter what happened to her, whether she lived or died, she had to complete the operation. I actually felt sorry for that girl. I looked up her background. She was a level three file in the Countermeasures Bureau, with medium authority. Fortunately, the file was transferred to the military several years ago, and I have a friend who happens to work in the military, so I happened to find it."

Lalo listened nonchalantly, only thinking about how to withdraw from this dispute.

Until this sentence.

"You come and perform the next operation." The leader suddenly said.

"Me?" He thought he had heard wrongly.

"Well, I know your background. You are from District 9, an orphan living in an abandoned area. After your parents died, you followed an old doctor. You have been a student for five years and you know how to use a knife. I trust you very much."

"Even if I die? You said we were friends, and friends won't joke about each other's lives." Lin

"This is just an accident. The main reason is that the doctor did not follow the rules. I have warned him many times not to touch the tentacles with blood-stained gloves." The leader raised his eyebrows, "So this is just his own fault."

"Even so, he is yours after all, but I can't see any sadness on your face." Lalo pulled a wrinkled cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a deep puff before continuing, "I thought you were confident enough. To be honest... Even if you have enough confidence, I don't." Ling

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Lalo, you are not only our friend, but also our honored guest." The leader looked at him seriously and paused.

"We will do our best to ensure your safety."

"Just trying your best?"

"Nothing is 100% certain. Even simple cosmetic surgery can result in death."

"I want to know why it was me." Lalo asked, "These days of getting along with each other made me realize that you are a smart person, sir. It is impossible that you did not expect the accident that happened today. Those waiters are all good at using a knife. Besides, this is not simple 'medicine' at all. I can use a knife but it does not mean that I understand medicine."

"Because I believe in you, Mr. Lalo."

"Believe me?" Lalo muttered, thinking to himself, how dare a loser like him ask you to believe him.

But then the leader said nothing, finished his whiskey and went back to accompany the gamblers, not giving Lalo any chance to refuse, leaving him alone in the wind.

It was also this night that Lalo almost fell into extreme madness due to a terrible nightmare.

In his dream, he drowned in the sea, struggling like a mosquito in a cup of water, and the terrible chill and panic completely filled his heart.

Before the frightened Lalo could react, he saw a blood-red pupil reflected in the eternal night sky.

It feels like you are in a transparent cup of water, and the owner of the cup walks to the table and stares at the insects struggling in the cup.

He didn't sleep that night.

"hey-hey!"

A shout brought Lalo back from his memories. It was the first mate who went to the restaurant to take advantage.

He stood at the door of the bathroom holding a tray, very surprised.

"Have you been squatting here all this time?"

"I, I just fell asleep."

"I've never seen anyone sleep with their eyes open. The fear in your eyes is too obvious. Tell me what the nightmare is about. Maybe I can help you."

"I'm just a little nervous." Lalo stood up, not wanting others to see how miserable he was, nor did he want the blond leader to know.

Someone who is trapped in a nightmare and cannot escape is not qualified to operate a knife, as operating a knife requires very strict precision.

In the eyes of the first mate, Lalo was just showing off. Since he didn't want to talk, he couldn't force him. He pointed to the plate in his hand:

"Take a look, what is this?"

After saying that, he opened the silver cover, as professionally as a waiter. Lalo shook his head. After a few days of getting along with him, he knew the first mate's taste and had no interest in the food he prepared.

"This is--"

There was nothing delicious on the plate, just a piece of unprocessed "lamb leg".

Lalo knew that this was not a leg of lamb. Although the alien species could eat what humans eat to satisfy their hunger, they could not do without human flesh to maintain the activity and production of phagocytes.

"It's amazing that you could think of this..." Lalo was silent for a long time and then sighed.

This piece of meat is so fresh, it seems like it was just taken out.

When you think about the nature of this gambling cruise ship, it's not so surprising. The guests here are all wealthy people, but not all dignitaries. There are also some gray people with gangster backgrounds. This group of people is the main source of food for the aliens when sailing on the sea.

Here, there is an additional betting rule at the gambling table. If the gangster who has lost all his money is unwilling to give up, he can sign an agreement to "sell" his younger brother to the dealer for a "temporary period" in exchange for the capital for betting. The dealer will persuade him at first, and finally explain that the so-called "sale" method is to pass the debt to the younger brother, so that the gangster can continue to occupy the gambling table.

But in fact, the moment the agreement was signed, the gangster was destined to never win again. The dealer and the pre-arranged delays could ensure that they would lose everything.

Want to redeem your younger brother? Of course, since the beginning was opened through the gambling table, it should end here.

Even if the gangster has more money in the future, or raises more money, he must win at the gambling table if he wants to redeem his younger brother, and he will never succeed, and no one knows how long the younger brother's leftovers will rot in the kitchen trash can.