Abnormal creatures' communication group

Mono looked at the man, axe still in hand, and smiled slightly.

He stretched out his hand to the other person, waiting for her to hold his hand as usual, and they would leave this hellhole together forever and return to any warm world.

But no, the other party just stood there and did nothing.

Mono thought that the other party had not yet recovered from the fact that he was a monster, so he behaved like this.

So he called the person's name again, and then looked at the person with hope again.

But the whole room soon began to shake, and cracks began to spread from the broken music box, quickly spreading throughout the house. The house also began to show signs of collapse, with stones and wall plaster falling everywhere, making the already messy situation even worse.

I don't know what squeezed and deformed the wall. If it weren't for those cracks, there would probably be a big bulge on the wall.

But this was just a drop in the bucket. The cracks in the wall expanded exponentially, revealing the horrible monster behind the wall.

The monster was made of blurry flesh and blood, covered with single eyes. Its huge body even filled every corner of the cracks on all sides.

While squeezing and deforming, this monster-like thing seemed to still retain some rationality, so it chose a suitable moment and attacked them eagerly.

The moment she saw the monster appear, Xiaoliu ran without hesitation, without looking back.

Mono, who was about to grab the person and drag him away by force, just followed behind him. They ran wildly, with the monster chasing them from behind.

"little six."

Mono ran and shouted, trying to awaken the other party's forgotten memories that might have been caused by sleeping for too long.

"Xiao Liu! That's great, we're finally together again. We've been through so much together, I believe you won't forget it, right?"

He continued to chatter on and on, but Xiaoliu just continued to run forward without saying a word.

"Don't worry, I've killed that monster. Now no one will come to catch you. As long as we escape from here, we will be completely free."

They finally saw a lit door, and their intuition told them that it was the door to leave here. As long as they stepped through this door, they would leave this strange place, or to be more precise, this area.

But the only bridge leading to the final exit, which was originally fragile, collapsed inch by inch after Xiaoliu ran across it, and finally turned into a towering cliff.

Xiaoliu still wanted to run forward, but her subconscious instinct prompted her to stand there, turn around, and stretch out her hand, ready to catch the person jumping towards her as always.

Mono jumped up without hesitation and grabbed the other person's hand when he was about to fall.

Everything seemed to have returned to the way it was when they first acted together. There were many collapsed bridges like this one. Xiaoliu went over first and was waiting for him on the other side. He jumped up and was held firmly in the other's hand.

His life was thus entrusted to the other party's hands, but the other party had never let him down, so he believed that it would be the same now, so he jumped away decisively.

But this time, the other party did not pull him up quickly. This discovery caused his originally surprised tone to gradually change into cowardice and disbelief.

"little six?"

He murmured subconsciously as if asking.

The other party's hands, which had been raised, slowly lowered again, as if he wanted to completely let go and throw him into the abyss, but this action stopped again.

Because all those memories came flooding back.

He listened to each other's laughter, their resting together, and the sweet candies, the sweet taste of which she could still recall, as if she was holding it in her mouth right now.

Although the other person's face was almost the same as the monster that caught him, one was more twisted and old, and the other was younger.

And if the other party had not saved her, she might still be trapped in that strange room, unable to escape the temptation of the music box.

If the chat group had not shown her better things and made her realize that the security and warmth she felt in that room were all fake, she might have wanted to stay there even more.

Even though it is so fake, even though it will erode people's consciousness, in this world full of man-eating monsters, there is almost no place where people can rest in peace, so it seems particularly precious and safe.

She thought of the little figure again, the ghost who gave her the candy, firmly said the word "friend", and told her what a friend was, and she was moved.

She looked at Mono and slowly pulled him up bit by bit. Friends are those trustworthy people who can hug each other, give each other warmth, and forgive each other even though there are frictions and disagreements.

So she looked at Mono, pointed at him, then at herself, and spoke slowly. "Friend."

Surprise immediately appeared in Mono's eyes after escaping death. "Yes, my friend, we are best friends."

As he spoke, he hugged the person, and the other person acquiesced to the hug. They hugged each other in the center of this cruel world, passing warmth to each other.

[The personal mission has been completed, and all chat group permissions have been unlocked. You have made a choice, and you have made the right choice.]

275 The sudden intrusion of ghosts, the autistic chat group

At the moment the blockade was lifted, to be more precise, that existence like a pitch-black abyss had forcibly torn open the world that was temporarily blocked by the chat group before the seal was lifted.

So much so that the two people who were originally just hugging each other were now infected by the huge breath. They trembled and shrank their heads, unable to utter a word, and could only hug each other tighter and tighter.

They forgot to hide and they forgot to run away.

This used to be a dead world. They had seen too many horrible, bizarre and frightening things, but none of them were as overwhelming and pressing as today, as if even the room to breathe was deprived.

Fortunately, the panic-inducing atmosphere disappeared after a moment, and at this moment they quickly regained their senses, raised their heads, let go of each other's hands, and looked around vigilantly.

So they only saw the ghost carefully putting the broken parts of his mask back together bit by bit.

Because the ghosts lowered their heads, the light here was extremely dim and psychedelic, so they couldn't see clearly what was hidden under the broken mask. Perhaps there was nothing there, only darkness.

When the last fragment was filled, a slightly black transparent substance swept over the broken area, and the place where there were some obvious gaps was immediately restored completely and became brand new.

Faced with the ghost that broke in without any disguise, the chat group silently extinguished the warning they were about to issue and pretended that nothing had happened.

He tried to fool himself by saying that it was only a few tenths of a second difference and no one would notice the difference, and then continued to maintain the machine with useless updates.

Because almost no one in the chat group will read these messy and contradictory updates, let alone care about them.

God knows how the chat group managed to update the same thing over and over again a hundred or eighty times and finally keep it the same.

It seems that every time something new is updated, all the existing things have to be refurbished, and then refurbished again for some unknown reason.

After raising his hand and carefully touching the mask to make sure there were no other cracks, the ghost looked at them thoroughly and raised his sign.

What happened? We called you and you didn't respond.

Mono was confused. He wanted to ask, but Xiaoliu seemed to know the other party. Perhaps this had something to do with her occasional disappearances. In addition, the other party's invincible image when they first met had been deeply imprinted in his memory.

Therefore, after he tugged at Xiaoliu's yellow cloak slightly and received a slight nod of affirmation from the other party, he just watched silently.

"Chat group, banned, disconnected, time has passed, forgotten, memory reconstructed, friends, precious, chat group, choice, is the right one."

After reading that long string of disjointed and incoherent sentences, the ghost raised his hand, pinched his horn, gave up thinking decisively, and posted it to the chat group.

[God of the Void] Ghost: @SIX said the chat group was banned, the connection was disconnected, it's been a long time, I've forgotten, my memory is reconstructed, friends are precious, the chat group was the right choice. I don't understand.

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: The other party should have said that the chat group banned her right to speak online, and the disconnection should also mean this. The time was very long, which should refer to what he experienced over there, resulting in a long period of time, and then she forgot a lot of things, and later recalled them all clearly. Here I guess the problem with memory should be helped by the chat group.

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: As for the next words, they are a little hard to understand. The precious thing here must be friends. Something must have happened to make her realize that friends are precious. Then she probably regarded her friends as tools that only helped each other briefly and could be discarded at any time. As for the last few sentences, they are easier to understand. It should mean that the chat group issued a task to her and finally told her that her choice was correct. This must be the case because there is no other explanation.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: Of course, the above are all my personal opinions, and there may be omissions and errors. However, now I have resumed contact with the chat group, so I will ask again when the time comes.

【Iron Man】Ordinary Rich People: ??? ??? To be honest, I don’t quite understand it.

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: I don’t quite understand it either.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: Huh? What's so confusing about this? I think the Doctor has made it very clear.

Iron Man: Ordinary Rich Man: No, I'm a little confused about how the doctor translated it. Did he rely entirely on his imagination to complete it? Could this really be what's called imagination?

[Chess Player] The unknown man nailed in the coffin: These are just some reasonable inferences. I think it is very easy and insignificant.

【Traveler】Have you seen my sister? : ...That's not insignificant at all.

[Balanced Scientist] Great Scientist: After all, everyone in the chat group always has some unusual qualities. This is normal. They are not like me, who is ordinary and has no advantages at all.

[Judge] A skeleton with only one bone: ...No, I don't think this is normal at all.

Iron Man: So how did you do it? Mind reading? Or some mysterious divination or gossip thing like that?

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: It's just that I've met so many people and seen so many things, so I've become like this. It's nothing strange. After all, in Rhodes Island, all the operators have very unique personalities. Although they often make jokes and give me a headache, I like every one of them. All of them are unique and irreplaceable treasures.

When the doctor typed this sentence, the expression on his face was so gentle, with a faint smile on his face. Unfortunately, no one saw it because of the mask.

"Amiya." He couldn't help but mutter softly, and Amiya, who was standing on tiptoe to help him organize the documents, immediately ran over on her short legs.

"Doc, what's wrong?"

She held on to the edge of the table with some difficulty, trying her best to show her head. Recently, due to the doctor's height, everything in the office had been made higher and wider.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to shout out, it's so nice to have you around."

276 The ghost actually has a worry

The ghost actually had a worry in his heart that he never expressed out loud.

Because it is not used to speaking, it would rather use practical actions to solve the root cause of worries than say meaningless words.

It worries that one day it will suffer losses one after another like it did in the past.

It first lost a female warrior it met by chance. She fought alongside it and finally proved her honor with her own blood and won the victory for it.

It later lost a miner who sang beautifully. As time passed and the plague deepened, the miner gradually lost his own consciousness and became a monster.

The person it lost in the end was a warrior who was equally worthy of respect. They were once short-term companions. In order to fulfill its promise, it once lost all its memories and wandered outside. In the end, it was attracted back by the mission, made its own choice, and then chose to sink into the blue lake due to aging.

This is just a part, a part that it will never forget. Even if it never had feelings or emotions in the past, it will still remember it.

Oh, yes, there is also that soldier who came here in pursuit of honor and dreams. Although I don’t feel too much regret, sometimes when I walk forward and go a little further, and then look back at his body, I just feel a little sorry.

The ghost wasn't strong enough at that time.

Otherwise, it would not allow the traitor lord to have the opportunity to make a final desperate fight before his death and die together with the warrior.

Otherwise, it would not have allowed the plague to rage. It had passed through there countless times, but it could only watch helplessly as the other party degenerated into a mindless beast.

Otherwise, it would not have stayed in front of a clear blue lake for so long, so long that the weapons left by the other party were deeply buried in the soil and could not be shaken by the wind.

It was not strong enough at that time, so it could only watch. Even though the shortcomings had been made up, even though the insects that had left had come back, even though it was the same as when it first saw it, it still felt panic.

This is a feeling called fear of loss. It is not overly strong, but it is completely impossible to ignore.

So after discovering that this world was disconnected, it relied on an indescribable brute force and for reasons it couldn't understand to grab the wall that the chat group used to block this world, and then beat it like a storm.

Whether the mission fails or there are no points, it must ensure that the friends in the group are safe.

So it really succeeded in getting through with such a belief, but when the other party asked it how it got through, it didn't know how to answer?

But what the other party was saying should be how did you get here?

The ghost fell into deep thought.

Finally it tells the other party.

[Friends, we are friends]

There are no unnecessary and complicated reasons, no things or questions that need to be explained. If possible, the answer can be expressed in just two simple words: friend.

That's it.

What is that?

After answering the question, the ghost immediately noticed the conspicuous, wriggling mountain of flesh. It subconsciously wanted to attack, feeling that the malice emanating from the other party made the ghost really unable to bear it.

But this is not its world, so it needs to learn a certain respect.

"monster."

A concise speech as always.

Perhaps it was because this series of events was too sudden, or perhaps it was because the ghost's small and cute figure was so reassuring, she quickly struggled out of her brief panic and was able to calmly answer people's questions.

In fact, panic is a completely normal emotion, just like when she and Mono met for the first time. It is not that all emotions disappear and only the pure desire to eat and the desire to follow food remains. This is an imbalance, and it is a container in another sense.

A container of emotions.

Mono glanced at Xiaoliu, perhaps knowing that the other party was not good at speaking, and quickly added a few more words.

"It's a monster. I don't know what kind of monster it is, but it might be the source of corruption in this city. In any case, it's not a good thing. If we can get rid of it, it would be great."

When the last word fell, the ghost turned around without hesitation and rushed into the pile of flesh that looked like it was inlaid with eyeballs. Black matter was released from its eye sockets, and it tried to wrap up the monster and the city together without stopping.

The heavy mountain of flesh was retreating step by step, but it still continuously released pure black void, nibbling away at it bit by bit, trying to completely absorb it and turn it into its own nutrients.

The other party's struggle was not weak, at least much better than the puppet it accidentally killed the last time it came, but that was all.

Limited struggle and useless resistance.

Sharp screams spread in the form of some high-frequency sound waves, and the entire city began to collapse rapidly. All the televisions flashing with snow shattered one by one. Mono was also affected by the sound waves, and he knelt down in pain, covering his ears.