A series of questions.
The tone of the soldiers was clearly unfriendly.
They already had enough evidence to prove that the disappearance of more than a dozen researchers in the base was definitely related to Niels Yaer!
After a period of investigation, they easily came to this conclusion!
However, what they didn't understand was why Niels Yaer would do such a thing.
Even soldiers like them who were carrying guns knew the name of Dr. Yale. He was the assistant of Taylor, the number one wall facer in the United States!
Niels Yeer still had the same blank expression on his face. He held the keys, and the sticky liquid on his hand had already covered the keyring.
"I want to continue."
" Hyperbolic Non-Eulerian Geometry of the '1512' structure."
"I'm starting to understand."
"I can gradually undo it."
He continued to walk forward, as if he was about to open the door.
Seeing this scene, the American soldiers looked at each other, and their eyes turned cold!
How could she let him go?
No matter what!
Bring them back first!
They endured the disgust and stench and reached out to grab Niels Yeer's thin body.
The feeling of being filled with mucus almost made the soldier in the lead vomit, but he still took a deep breath and suppressed his disgust.
"Dr. Niels Yell!"
"We seriously suspect that you are related to the recent disappearance of sixteen researchers at the base!”
"Please come with us! What is this?"
Before he could finish his sentence, the soldier holding Niels Yeer screamed!
As if he had been electrocuted, he waved his hands crazily!
Pa!
He threw something out.
Everyone hurriedly looked over, and their pupils immediately constricted!
That was because…
It was a piece of human skin!
The greyish-black sticky liquid covered his skin like pig skin, sticking to the wall and emitting an extremely strong stench!
" What's this?!"
The soldiers 'pupils constricted as they looked at the skin on the ground in horror. Then, they turned to look at Niels Yaer.
It was the skin on Niels Yeer's shoulder.
About thirty centimeters of skin on his shoulder was torn off.
What replaced it was a twisted pattern.
It was a reddish-brown, smooth, and mottled substance that looked like the roots of some kind of plant. There were many branches, and there were dozens of branches in a place only about thirty centimeters away.
These things seemed to be alive.
They were constantly breathing and secreting gray mucus, which was slowly wriggling under their skin.
These things were curled up in an incomprehensible pattern, like a human brain placed on the shoulder.
However, it was obvious that the brain seemed to be spread all over Niels Yaer's body.
A faint noise was emitted from behind the broken skin.
The American soldiers felt their heads buzz.
After hearing this sound, their heads seemed to have been hammered by something at the same time, and they immediately stopped functioning!
What was this?
What was going on?
What was going on with this Niels Yeer?
Tentacles?
Slime?
Brain?
Their limbs suddenly felt weak.
With a thud, they knelt on the ground.
He could feel the ground shaking under the tiny noise.
Drip! Drip!
Drip! Drip!
Dark red blood dripped down.
They touched it and their scalps went numb!
It was their blood.
Their facial features began to bleed, and a buzzing sound echoed in their ears.
The faces of the American soldiers turned pale.
"Ah!"
They screamed and subconsciously wanted to get up and retreat!
However, they were horrified to find that not only did they not stand up, but they were also lying on the ground!
This was…What's wrong?
They were extremely horrified!
Soon, they reacted and almost subconsciously wanted to pull out their guns.
However, no matter how they stretched out their hands, they could not reach the pistol!
It was clearly pinned on his pants, how could it be!!
The eyes of the American soldiers were bloodshot, and despair surged up!
Because they realized that as time passed, the entire ground seemed to be covered with the grayish-black mucus!
The sticky liquid had a fishy smell, causing their brains to sting.
They could feel their facial features shifting.
An unimaginable burning pain came from their limbs.
The slime seemed to be unimaginably corrosive.
The skin that came into contact with the mucus was almost immediately burned and festered, revealing the scarlet tendons, muscles, and blood vessels below.
"Ha... Oh... Ha..."
A few American soldiers screamed and wanted to call for help, but they realized that their throats were already filled with the grayish-black mucus!
As if they had drunk stinky lava, their throats and throats were completely ruptured, and no blood could even flow out!
No!
No!
What was going on?
They were extremely flustered. They exerted strength in their scarlet tendons and tried to leave with their hands and feet. The tenacity of their lives supported their last breath.
However, to their despair, they did not retreat. Instead, they advanced towards Niels Yaer!
In fact, they even had to do it themselves and crawl forward!!
However, Niels Yeer didn't seem to care about all of this. He stood there in a daze, as if he didn't see anything around him.
Save...
save me
On the ground filled with mucus, several festering human bodies were wriggling and crawling.
They wanted to stay away from Niels Yaer.
But no matter what, they were still advancing.
Like a moth darting into a flame.
The lights in the corridor flickered, and the darkness enveloped the corridor.
Their eyes were melting.
Their faces were peeling off.
Their facial features were distorted.
Their muscles were collapsing.
Their bones were corroding.
Their traces were disappearing.
A minute later.
All signs of their existence had disappeared.
Whether it was a pistol, bones, or clothes.
They were all corroded by the gray-black mucus.
The air was filled with an extremely thick stench.
And while doing all of this, Niels Yeer didn't do much.
His eyes were empty. It took him a long time to react. He went to the skin that had been torn off and picked it up to put it on his shoulder.
More than a dozen tentacle-like twisted objects grew out, but he pretended not to see them and used the key to open the door of the laboratory.
A thick stench assaulted their faces.
There were dozens of corpses hanging inside.
While doing all this, Niels Yeer's eyes never left his thick notebook.
" Hyperbolic Non-Eulerian Geometry of the '1512' structure."
He muttered.
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