Chapter 4528: Blackest Night (63)

It is well known that facing characters in the Cthulhu mythos will lead to a decrease in sanity and contamination by taboo knowledge. But few people know that contamination is also divided into many types. The manifestation of contamination by each Great Old One or Outer God is different. Specifically, it generally depends on how the author of the work understands the Cthulhu mythos.

Most fundamentalists prefer to depict mental contamination, that is, going crazy after facing some taboo knowledge, and even trying to record and spread this taboo knowledge, which is the origin of many deadly classics.

However, some people also believe that facing Outer Gods will inevitably lead to physical mutations. These authors were obviously absorbing the body horror style that was relatively popular in the 1970s and 1980s, liking to describe scenes where "human limbs contaminated by pollution undergo cancerous changes and distortion". This was obviously a new interpretation of cosmicism generated under the pressure of the Cold War and nuclear war.

And Zhuo Xie Kun had similar characteristics. Because those who look directly at him will feel "unparalleled itching in the eyes and intense burning pain". This is obviously the physical impact brought by looking directly at the Great Old One, which then derives many blood-plasma film segments of digging out eyes that were very common in that era.

Just looking at the Great Old One already produces such an impact. Hugo fell into that vortex entirely. Although protected by the power of death, preventing him from being swallowed directly, he was constantly being chewed by Zhuo Xie Kun, and it was hard to say whether this was a protection.

It's like an ordinary human falling into a gas giant; they should have been torn apart by the storm covering it in an instant, but there is a mystical force that constantly resurrects the person, which is equivalent to having to endure the pain of being torn apart every moment.

Hugo's eyeballs had completely disappeared, replaced by two tumors growing out of the eye sockets. The center of the tumors seemed to have been pierced, constantly flowing out black liquid. His chin had completely disappeared, and everything below the maxilla had turned into a blood-red neck. A hole was opened in his chest, and some blood-red patterns like spider webs spread from around the wound, then extended downward, falling into the endless deep sea, like an umbilical cord, and also like a tongue. His limbs were stretched infinitely, and at the end, they also became some kind of mesh tissue, all uniform hexagonal structures, spreading out a large area of the sea. This made him look like a very huge monster, but he was drifting with the tide, quite fragile.

This reminded Wei En of a mysterious biological relic in the ocean—the Ancient Net. For millions of years, this trace has existed, and it has been proven not to be a geological structure, but more like a trace left by some unknown organism. Now it seems that it might be related to the Great Old One.

Hugo looked like a rootless blood-red duckweed, full of a kind of random and unexpected beauty. Wei En felt that Pamela would like this form very much, as if nature had done its best to transform the human body, creating a form between plants and humans.

And another force acted on this, which prevented Hugo from completely becoming a part of nature. Nekron was trying to crack these things, and because of this, the tumors in his eyes seemed to be breathing, looking very strange.

Wei En took out his phone and started taking pictures. Although his photography skills were not very good and the equipment was not professional enough, the scene was very impactful, so just taking a random shot was comparable to a big-budget horror movie.

Wei En went down the cliff from the other side, and soon found a pile of corpses under the cliff. These were obviously living corpses created by Nekron, and gathering them here was not for exploration, but just to extract the death energy in their bodies.

Obviously, Nekron's budget was not enough. He didn't expect that the suddenly descended Great Old One would directly interrupt his plan, forcing him to fight monsters first, and he didn't reserve energy for this, so he could only rob Peter to pay Paul, extracting the energy that was originally in the living corpses, and the corpses that were drained were left here.

Wei En went to check and found that there were men, women, old, and young. He stood silently by the corpses, just about to turn and leave, when the gray fog reminded him that they were not dead.

"What?"

"I mean, they just don't have the energy to move, but they can still move."

This was a bit contradictory, and Wei En didn't react at first, but soon he understood that Nekron didn't seem to have lifted their resurrection state. Because these people should have been missing for a few days, if they had returned to the corpse state, they would have started to rot long ago. But they were still fine, which meant their current state was very strange.

They were still resurrected living corpses, just without the energy to act, in a standby state. But they hadn't turned back into pure corpses, so there should be a way to save them.

But Wei En thought about it and wasn't sure what to do. First of all, if he moved these corpses now, it might attract Nekron's attention. After all, after the last collision in the mental realm, Nekron should have pinned him to the top of his message list. If Wei En revealed even a little bit of aura, he should come looking for him. Dragging them out for treatment was unrealistic.

Superbody might have a way. But the problem was that Superbody might not be able to be immune to Zhuo Xie Kun. If she was mentally contaminated, that would be troublesome too.

Wei En thought about it and suddenly thought of a study previously conducted by Brainiac, that is, he let Jack draw a tube of blood and handed it to Jonathan, wanting to try if the Joker virus could deal with the power of death. According to Jonathan's recent attitude, there should be some research results more or less.

Thinking of this, Wei En left the cliff and drove to Jonathan's laboratory. Jonathan was not surprised by his arrival, first poured him a glass of highly concentrated fear toxin.

"Don't be polite with me, I know the little guy on you appreciates my work very much. Just treat it as my treat to him."

Wei En rolled his eyes, but still drank the fear toxin, and said: "How is the Joker virus research going?"

"This thing is too magical," Jonathan couldn't help but say, "It's simply... forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. You just need to know that this factor contains both the power of death and life."

"What do you mean?"

"It can increase human cell activity, and at the same time make the body have spontaneous tissue repair functions, and it is a completely correct repair. Usually, we call this power 'self-healing', but I think this is more like another form of 'resurrection'. Even cells that have completely lost activity can be saved by it."

"Sounds very powerful. Then what about death?"

"This is the key point, this thing spreads through death," Jonathan leaned on the laboratory table, hugging his arms and said, "I haven't figured out how it's determined, but this thing will spread to another person through death."

Wei En understood. Obviously, this was related to Batman's no-kill principle. Because killing the Joker would be infected by the Joker virus, so the Joker virus had the attribute of spreading through death.

"So what improvements did you make?"

"For this factor itself, I cannot make improvements. However, I can make a solution to ensure that this thing can exert its effectiveness stably."

"Is it not okay to use blood directly?"

"Are you illiterate? Using blood will cause rejection!" Jonathan rolled his eyes fiercely, "Is it possible that Jack is type B, so you can only infect type B people? Then what kind of killer are you, go find a job."

Wei En really didn't expect that this aspect also needed to respect science. He just thought that Joker and Batman could infect out of thin air. But thinking about it, it was true. Only between the two of them could it be like this. If you want to infect others, you might indeed need medical considerations.

"I know you want to ask if drinking it directly is okay. I can tell you it's okay, but the amount required is too large. If you don't want to be hit by a big truck, it's best not to consider this method."

Jonathan turned around and took out a small box. Inside were about ten needles, which were very thin syringes, and the amount looked small. Jonathan said: "Just push it directly into the vein. Under 150 pounds, you only need one, and if it's more, you can decide for yourself."

Wei En took the box and nodded, then said: "Do you want Hugo?"

"What?"

Wei En took out his phone and sent him a photo. Jonathan's eyes widened when he saw it: "Oh my god! You did this?! You..."

Jonathan looked at Wei En again, his eyes looking like admiration, and also like jealousy, with jealousy occupying the majority.

Wei En shook his head and said: "It's a pity it wasn't me this time. Another genius has emerged."

"Hahahaha!" Jonathan immediately let out a wild laugh, "Wei En, you have today too! You are no longer the most creative one! He is the real king!!!"

Wei En ignored him and turned to leave, while Jonathan had already sent the photo out. Obviously, he couldn't wait to make it public that Wei En had been surpassed.

Logically speaking, Brainiac should block such bloody and terrifying pictures, but considering the people Jonathan contacted, blocking or not blocking didn't make much sense. Bloody photos were just light snacks for them.

Wei En took the needles and returned under the cliff. He estimated the weight of these people on the ground, and one for each should be enough; the amount of the needles was completely sufficient.

Wei En walked over and pushed them one by one. Just as he waited for the change, a revolutionary storm was spreading in a very secret group, shifting the attention of the lunatics from the mysterious Detective Rodriguez to a new work.

Above the deep and pitch-black ocean, Hugo was like a blood-red duckweed drifting with the tide, his strange face and grand posture all attracting the eyes of mental patients. And existences with enough inspiration had already caught a glimpse of the murderer's true face through this corpse. Thus, hundreds or thousands of investigators appeared in the world in an instant.

However, unlike ordinary people who were forced into the vortex, mental patients took pleasure in madness. The lower the sanity value dropped, the more excited they became; the more weird and strange things they saw, the more they indulged in them.

Soon, the new generation of "Rodriguez Pen Pal Club" had taken shape. The secret symbols and codes discussed were no longer murder cases, but more obscure and mysterious things—Great Old Ones and Outer Gods.

Unlike the first generation of pen pals who were tight-lipped, this generation of pen pals could be called rampant. Communicating for three days could form ten kicking-door groups. The execution power of lunatics should not be underestimated. Those dark currents that had been hidden under the water for tens of thousands of years finally ushered in real spoilers. ===== CHAPTER 4529 =====