Chapter 1008

Do you want to fold a paper airplane and throw it out from here?

Moreno raised her head, full of fear:

"It is bending down, I think it is watching me."

"It's bending down. I think it's looking at me," Moreno said, looking at the air above her head.

Ma Liang tried her best to search for anomalies that might exist in the rain curtain, but saw no traces.

"Its head is very big, ten meters wide."

"It is covered with hands and limbs, and dozens of eyes, some of which are blocked, and there is actually a person riding on its head."

Ma Liang: "What? Describe the rider."

"About twenty years old, skinny, wearing jeans and sneakers, a dirty brown hair, in urgent need of a haircut."

"He has multiple gunshot wounds on his body, bleeding constantly, but he seems not to care at all—the wounds are in the waist, throat, and above the collarbone respectively."

"And he is laughing."

"He... he said: 'Interesting, this situation is the first time I've seen it'."

……

In the picture seen by the audience, there is only a forest silent in the rain, no giant monster, and no young man with several gunshot wounds.

But even if "Red" didn't appear, the audience's hearts were lifted.

"Oh my god, 'Red'!"

"Monsters and ghosts go away! Monsters and ghosts go away!"

"Damn, how many people did he kill to be shot so many times?"

"So this is the original meaning of 'When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you'; I hope I will never see an anti-meme entity in my life."

"Now there are two kinds of anti-meme entities, one is just simply unable to remember, the other will kill everyone who sees it, realizing another kind of inability to remember..."

"Mourn for Ms. Moreno, this girl is quite cute, I thought she could live a few more scenes..."

……

Ma Liang instantly pondered whether these gunshot wounds were deliberately created horror effects, or whether this person really possessed some advanced anti-meme ability and could ignore physical damage.

If it is the latter, how did he do this, and how was he injured in the first place?

However, there is a problem that is more imminent.

"He saw you?"

"Yes." Moreno replied, the emotion of fear on her face.

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"Did he see me? Can he hear me?"

Moreno was increasingly terrified, seemingly at a loss: "He wants to know who I am talking to."

"Don't tell him! Don't look at him! He knows nothing about our situation! Understand?!"

Ma Liang took out a wireless walkie-talkie from her waist, set it to emergency beacon mode, and threw it toward the main building of Site-41.

If lucky, it would land safely outside the suppression zone of "Containment Object-9429" and attract a Mobile Task Force.

"Ask who he is."

"You... who are you?" Moreno stood stiffly, her arms close to her body.

"He said... he said he's almost done. He said he's going to kill me."

"Damn it." Ma Liang cursed, "Listen to me, we have to go back to the stairs."

"If we can run to the boundary, it will wash away our memories."

"Listen to me. We have to run. Go back to the stairs."

"But I can't move..."

Ma Liang grabbed Moreno's arm tightly, but she also found that she couldn't move.

"Try to take a step, put one foot in front of the other!"

"It grabbed me!" Moreno's eyes popped out, breathing rapidly.

Ma Liang let go and analyzed the status quo calmly.

She couldn't see or touch the spider-like limbs that bound Moreno, or the strange face that made Moreno unable to shift her gaze, or the rider.

But she believed Moreno; they were there, real in a sense of "truth."

She quietly put her hand close to her waist, although not to take out a weapon—after all, this is a Safe-level site, dealing with Safe-level containment objects, and what else could she do?

That rider could ignore gunshot wounds, and her actions were probably of no avail.

Ma Liang seemed to have no other choice.

Moreno suddenly let out a sharp scream.

"Moreno!" Ma Liang shouted loudly, "Don't look at him! Look at me!"

"I can't..."

"You have to be stronger than this."

"I can't," Moreno sobbed.

"You are the best of us! You can see things others can't! You have the ability to resist!"

"It is full of hatred for us, I can't concentrate. I can't see, please, don't let me look." Moreno begged.

Ma Liang went behind Moreno, pressed her shoulder with one hand to steady her, and hit the acupuncture point behind her neck with the other hand.

Moreno suddenly lost her strength and collapsed downward, and Ma Liang caught her in time.

But she didn't hit hard enough.

Moreno only fainted for a second, then woke up again, falling from one nightmare into another.

She held Ma Liang's hand tightly, unable to make a sound now, and her heartbeat stopped.

Ma Liang immediately turned Moreno's body over and tried to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation, but in the absence of professional equipment, the chance of Moreno's heart recovering its beat was extremely slim.

No one came to rescue, and the walkie-talkie clearly didn't throw far enough.

After a long fifteen minutes, Ma Liang finally gave up.

……

"Good night, ma'am, I hope there are no anti-meme monsters in the next life, and you won't join the Foundation."

"Good night, ma'am, the world of the dead is guarded by the 'Three Brothers of Death' and will not be invaded by anti-meme monsters."

"Salute to the deceased."

"Good night, may you return to the Brass Throne."

"?"

……

Ma Liang leaned against the corridor wall, and there was one last step to leave the influence area of 9429.

She tried to sort out what the hell she could write down for herself now.

What the hell is that?

Moreno just saw it, and was killed by him!

She was so excellent, so talented!

How the hell to fight an anti-meme monster that only eats the best anti-meme scientists?

God, how long have we been fighting this monster?!

Just when Ma Liang was cursing in her heart, her hands clenched into fists, wanting to vent her full unwillingness and anger, a commotion suddenly came from behind.

She turned to look, at the end of the stairs, stood a young man.

He was skinny, his frowning brows full of hostility, and there were bleeding gunshot wounds on his body.

Ma Liang saw him.

He made a gesture.

Instantly, spiders of various sizes emerged from the dark corners, flooding the corridor like a tide, reaching her knees, even above her shoulders, and swept toward her.

While they were surging, they made a strange, organic noisy sound, like wet leaves rubbing against each other.

Before being submerged by this spider army, she only had one second, and this was not enough to write even a single word.

Moreno's sacrifice, in the end, seemed to be in vain.

She hated!

But there was no choice.