Chapter 268 You Are Not a Modified Body, You Are Not Even a Human

The voice echoed in the air, with a strange metallic texture, and there was no emotional ups and downs in the tone.

Strange and cold, as if the person who spoke was not the person just now, but some inhuman monster.

The peeper's heart sank, the voice coming from the fog was disturbing, and there was no intention of stopping and "making peace" at all.

He stood sideways with his feet, one shoulder higher than the other, standing sideways, his hands in front of his chest in a defensive posture, and his right eye flashed blue wildly.

The retina kept zooming in, and as a gust of wind blew, the white mist blew against the wind over the outline of the human figure, revealing a pale, weird, featureless... face? ! !

The metallic voice came from behind the face: "Transformed? I never said I was."

The peeper's pupils shrank, and his eyes were alert with a hint of confusion: "The whole face has been implanted and transformed into this, and you still refuse to admit that you are a transformed body?"

He moved his eyes to scan below the faceless face.

Twisted bone spurs drilled out from the shoulders, blooming like two thorn forests guarding the side of the face.

Below the forest were two rows of hideous ribs, the surface was blasted with pits and pits, and there was a crack in the center, but, the weird thing was...

The crack was faintly wriggling, like a living thing growing and recovering visible to the naked eye.

The peeper's face froze, and he was extremely shocked: "The implant is actually repairing itself?"

The peeper's mind was confused, and the scene in front of him was a little beyond his understanding of the transformed body. It seemed like another kind of transformation that was more thorough than the transformed body...? ! !

"What is that kind of transformation called?"

The peeper's head was filled with alarms. He had never seen that kind of transformation, but he seemed to have heard of it somewhere in his memory, but he couldn't remember it at the moment.

Then, he heard the cold metal sound continue to echo in the air:

"I'm different from you. I won't just stuff any junk parts into my body."

"To be honest, I quite like the human body. There is a natural rhythm..."

The peeper's throat was dry, and lubricating oil flowed up from his throat, irritating his esophagus.

With the cold metal sound, the white mist completely fell to the ground, revealing a pair of strange bone claws stepping on the ground. The ankles and knees of the bone claws were covered with ring-shaped bone pieces, flashing a cold light in the dark.

The blue light in the pupil of the peeper's right eye was flashing and about to overflow from the eye socket. He readjusted his vision and looked at the humanoid monster in front of him, whose entire body was 80% covered with bones and almost no flesh and blood left. His mouth opened unconsciously, as if he could fit a fist.

The metallic voice continued, still cold, but with a hint of weirdness that explored the truth:

"The modified body looks like a hybrid of flesh and blood and machinery, neither human nor ghost, which does not conform to my aesthetics. I have always believed that the natural original is the most beautiful form of life. What do you think?"

The peeper widened his eyes. The inhuman monster in front of him made him fall into a deep shock, and the fragments of memory slowly pieced together in his mind.

He vaguely remembered that it was a business trip with the company and attended a small but high-level academic conference.

He was passing by in the corridor and accidentally heard a young scientist in the room expounding his theory.

He peeked in through the crack in the door at that time. The man who was talking was very young and not famous. Many people in the room did not agree with his theory and most of them refuted him.

Many years later, he saw the young scientist's face again on TV. He had become a star scientist in District 6.

It was said that he would come to District 9 as a guest to attend an academic conference recently.

He could not remember the original words he said in that room at that time, but he remembered the general meaning:

Implantation is just the starting point of the transformation road, but no matter how far this road extends in the future, the transformation of machinery can never be completely perfect.

Because this road has a fatal flaw - machinery and flesh and blood are foreign to each other, machinery is dead, flesh and blood are alive, and there is always an insurmountable boundary between death and life, which cannot be truly integrated and transformed.

Therefore, the most thorough and perfect transformation must seek inspiration from the evil sacrifice!

The peeper's mind was in a trance for a moment, and he quickly bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth. The smell of his own blood in his mouth made him come back to his senses.

He stared at the inhuman monster in front of him with his right eye, his lips trembling, and he stuttered: "You... You are indeed not a modified body!"

He paused, and felt that the CPU in his skull was about to burn, almost smoking.

He took a deep breath and said coldly: "You are not even a human ah ah——"

The peeper felt that his three views were insulted, and he laughed in anger: "You are a monster that is not a human, and you are here to teach me, saying that I am neither a human nor a ghost, do you think it is appropriate? ! ! !"

Feng Mu's eyes turned cold. The reason why he talked nonsense with the other party was not to chat, but he was waiting for the broken bones in his chest to grow back, and now, the broken bones in his chest have almost recovered.

"I kindly teach you the beauty of life, but you slander me for not being a human?"

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Feng Mu's voice is cold, and he hates others slandering his "humanity" the most. He grinned: "Don't know what's good for you!"

The echo of the previous sentence was still on the other side, but the last word "evil" was like a bad wind, rushing into the peeper's cochlea.

"So fast, almost twice as fast as before, is it because the real body is completely revealed, and the power and speed are completely released?"

The peeper was shocked, and only felt his left eye blurred, and the virtual frame captured by his right eye barely caught a series of blurred shadows.

This time, those shadows were all pure white, which made people feel frightened. The dense bone spurs were superimposed, making the electronic eye unable to distinguish the shape of the characters for a moment, let alone locking which one was the real body.

The peeper's ears trembled, and goose bumps arose on his face.

He did not dare to hesitate, and quickly shrank his body and bent his waist, and raised his right hand horizontally, ready to go, and hit it to the side.

Puff!

With a muffled sound, the air seemed to be punched into a dent, and the hideous white shadow on the right was instantly pierced, as fragile as foam, and shattered.

"What are you looking at? It's your eyes that are flashing and saying I'm not human?"

The gloomy bone mask was almost touching his cheek, and the chill emanating from the [mask] was like the biting cold wind in winter, penetrating his nose.

The pair of gloomy eyes revealed a vicious and strong murderous intent that made the peeper feel as if his scalp was about to split on the spot.

The look was not that of a human who wanted to kill another human, but that of a terrifying carnivorous monster greedily looking at the food on the plate!!!

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