Chapter 1383 The Call of the Stars (IX)

"If you write about a disaster, you don't have to use a grand perspective to describe the ruins of the entire world, nor do you have to use a detailed tone to count the tragedies that happened to each person.

Because what I heard, saw, and thought of alone is enough to outline the bizarre and terrifying appearance of each abyss undercurrent in this dark vortex. This is the truth I learned when I was rushed into the dark hole and shuttled through the dark and narrow corridors of the world.

When we embrace the light trap like unconscious prey, we wake up and what appears in my vision is the rust under the iron sheet with a corner of the ceiling of the subway car..."

"Oh my God, where am I?" Quill covered his head and wanted to sit up from the ground, but found that his forearm seemed to be stuck to something. He tilted his head to the left and saw that the thin filaments formed by the pulled mucus connected his left arm, which had just left the ground a little, and the ground.

"What the hell is this?" Quill cursed with a grin. He put his arm back on the ground, shifted his body's center of gravity, and tried to lift his arm from the ground.

But when he used his right hand to support the ground, he found that his right forearm was also stuck by the mucus on the ground. Quill smiled helplessly and said, "I know what it feels like to be stuck on a sticky board. God, Rocket, Rocket, are you there?"

"Puff, puff, puff..."

A series of subtle sounds came from a distance, and Quill's movements froze. He instinctively turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

There was endless darkness there.

With the only cold light somewhere, Quill saw the situation above his head clearly. It was not an ordinary roof, but an iron sheet. One of the iron sheets had a foot raised, and mottled rust was exposed on the ground.

It seems that he is in the subway car. Quill sighed. He even had time to comfort himself in his heart that although he is an old antique, he has seen the subway after all.

"Puff, puff, puff..." The sound continued.

Quill listened carefully and found that the sound came from a far distance, and there was no sign of getting closer. He simply ignored the sound and focused on finding a way to get rid of the mucus that fixed him to the ground.

The center of gravity shifted from the left to the right, from the abdominal muscles to the back muscles, Quill cooed on the ground for a long time in a somewhat funny posture, and finally got half of his body free from the entanglement of the mucus.

Quill clenched his fists to cheer himself up: "Okay, Peter, you have done half of it. As long as you work harder, you will be a free cockroach!"

Suddenly, a cold feeling came from his forehead. Quill touched the left forehead with the hand that broke free and found some dark marks. Because the light was too dim, Quill couldn't see what it was.

He wiped his hand on the ground, and the relatively dry mucus he had escaped from became the best cleaning agent, and the traces were wiped off, but soon, two drops of unknown liquid dripped onto Quill's forehead.

Quill shook his hand with some disgust, and then found that the state of the two drops of liquid was a little wrong, and the way they flew out was not like water.

Suddenly, he heard some "snapping" sounds of mucus rubbing from above his head.

Quill slowly raised his head, and then saw that under the raised iron plate, where he originally thought it was rust, there were dense, dark eggs surging.

More and more eggs fell down, flowing along Quill's forehead and high nose bridge to his chin. Quill screamed and wiped the things on his face frantically with his hands.

Like an elk with a broken leg, he tried to move his position with half of his body to avoid the terrible nest above his head. He weakly rubbed the dark marks on his face with his arms. He could even feel the regular heartbeat in the eggs that looked like fine gravel.

They are about to break out of their shells.

The moment this thought appeared in Quill's mind, he could no longer care about much. He grabbed the ball of dried mucus and rubbed it on his face and body, wiping off the marks on his face as quickly as possible, and then threw it hard, and the mucus ball just rolled under the faint cold light.

Quill saw the source of the light clearly. It was actually the indicator light of the subway door. At this time, under the light, the dense eggs wrapped in the mucus ball began to hatch.

Countless black insects with shells and three pairs of hooked feet crawled out of the translucent embryos, but what awaited them was not rebirth, but the closed and constantly squeezed mucus ball.

The blood-red mucus had obviously lost its vitality, but it still entangled the densely packed insects, crushing their shells, breaking their hooks, and even crushing them into fine corpse foam.

The black insects struggled to escape, but suffocated in front of the last barrier. Quill could even see their desperate expressions when they suffocated, but more hooks pierced the mucous membrane, turning the red mucus into corpses full of holes.

Quill felt terrible suffocation, and he tried his best to get rid of the mucus stuck on his body, because more and more insects were hatching and growing bigger and bigger.

But the mucus on the other half showed no signs of drying up at all. They seemed to still have life, biting Quill's skin tightly and unwilling to fall off.

The frightening ferocity under the simple appearance of this lonely boy since he was a child was aroused. Quill reached for the dagger at his waist, held it in his hand, and cut a large gash on the skin that was stuck to the mucus.

Then Quill put his hand into the wound, and with a "squeak" sound, the entire skin peeled off, leaving the mucus on top. Then, Quill stood up unsteadily.

This decisive action saved his life.

Because the next second, the iron plate on his head could not support the densely packed insect eggs that were breaking their shells, and they fell down with a "bang", followed by the sound of mucus pouring out.

Quill was breathing heavily and didn't even have time to look at his bleeding arm. He stepped on the spot and turned around to run in the direction of the indicator light.

And just as he looked beyond the indicator light into the deeper darkness, he heard a familiar voice yelling in a language he didn't understand.

"Rocket, Rocket! I'm here!" Quill yelled.

Quill rushed over and saw the small figure next to the seat next to the door. He was obviously also stuck with slime.

Rocket Raccoon grabbed his tail and yelled in a low voice. The moment he saw Quill, he didn't even have time to explain his situation. Instead, he trembled his beard and said to him: "That damn doctor is crazy! He threw us away." When I get to hell, I shouldn't listen to him!

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"Don't worry about it for now." Quill took out the dagger, and with a "swish" sound, he shaved off the hair on Rocket Raccoon's tail. Fortunately, the raccoon's skin was not stuck to the mucus, so he only lost one. A wisp of hair and he got away successfully.

He jumped on Quill's shoulders in two steps, and then said loudly in his ear: "Peter, I have to apologize to you! I listened to the damn conspiracy of an evil doctor, and he asked me to use drugs to treat... Lead you to the steeple!"

Rocket Raccoon's voice was as sharp as an erroneous tape, but Quill made a silent gesture to him, then raised his ears and listened carefully.

"Puff, puff, puff..."

The sound was still very far away, but it was approaching here at a slow speed. Quill's eyes quickly turned, and then he said: "The mucus that sticks to us is very sticky, and it is definitely not saliva or something."

Suddenly, his penis shrank sharply, and one word stood out: "Flytrap... run!"

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The moment Quill stepped forward quickly, a huge wave exuding a strong sour smell surged from the rear carriage. The splashed water droplets contained countless insect carapaces, hooked legs and uniformly long beards. Eye.

Quill suddenly stopped because the cockpit was already in front of him. He glanced left and right and shouted: "Hold on!

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"Bang!

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Quill rushed out through the glass of the side window. With a "crash" and the broken glass, he fell to the ground, but he didn't stop for much, but rolled and climbed to the corner.

Then, he leaned on the corner, breathing heavily, watching the layers of giant maggots like sarcoma wrapped around the train, spraying his gastric juice into the interior of the train, sweeping away all the creatures inside the train, and swallowing them into his stomach. inside, and then leave new mucus behind, waiting for a new wave of prey.

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Quill leaned against the wall and gasped feebly. He turned to look at Rocket Raccoon and said, "What do you mean by 'doctor'?"

"I, I..." Rocket Raccoon seemed to have difficulty speaking, but he still pursed his lips and said: Those hallucinations you saw before, those tree roots and so on, were actually caused by drugs. "

Rocket Raccoon stretched out one of his paws, and Quill saw a small nozzle between his paws. Rocket Raccoon retracted his paws tremblingly, and then said: "The doctor called it 'fear gas'. It only takes a little bit to be consumed by fear.”

"So, you tricked us into coming here?"

"Damn it, I had no idea he was going to do this! I thought the test he was talking about was just putting some monsters in the steeple-shaped building for you, or walking through a maze or something like that. He was playing too much!"

Rocket Raccoon lowered his head, seemingly blaming himself. He thought he would wait for Quill to scold him, but at this moment Quill held his head again and said to him: "Shh... did you hear that?"

"What?"

"Puff, puff, puff..."

The sound was getting closer and closer, and Quil felt his hair stand on end, but he didn't see anything in the darkness. He looked left and right, and didn't find his travel bag. Even his hiking bag was gone, so that now he There is no lighting equipment even if I want to find it.

But at this time, Rocket Raccoon stretched out his other paw, and a ray of light appeared. He looked up at Quill and said, "If we get out alive, you can do whatever you want to me, but we have to leave this place first." ”

"That's what I thought too."

Quill listened carefully to the source of the sound, then pointed at Rocket Raccoon's back and said, "There, what's there..."

Rocket Raccoon suddenly turned his head and pointed the lighting device on his paw at the place Quill pointed to, but there was nothing there except the damp tunnel walls.

"No, no, no." Quill closed his eyes painfully. A kind of pain that was inconsistent with reality troubled him. He grabbed Rocket Raccoon and held him in his arms, staggering in the opposite direction of the sound.

"What did you see?"

"I didn't see anything!"

"Then why did you run?"

"Because I can't see!"

Quill ran all the way with Rocket Raccoon, ran up the subway station, crossed the gate, and quickly ran into the elevator that had stopped operating.

At the moment of seeing the light again, what appeared in front of Quill was a grand sunset in the world devoured by monsters.

The golden light shone on the end of the ink-stained feather pen, and the tip of the pen gently fell on the paper, and even the words were illuminated in gold, but the content written on it fell into deeper and deeper darkness.

"Dusk is always called the moment of demons, but I have never seen such an evil and terrifying scene in any dusk. The canvas of the sky and the earth is filled with monsters, and twisted freaks shuttle between them, as if they are the masters of this world.

That is not Dante's Divine Comedy, I am sure of this, because I can see their unique and vibrant ecological order in this horrible, twisted and chaotic scene.

But I know that this is just an appearance. Some thoughts have been bothering me. Those things that I can occasionally feel but cannot see, which make me always see the leopard in the tube and have no way of knowing the whole picture, are still hidden in the shadows at dusk.

They are calling me, stretching their arms from the darkness, wanting to embrace me, just like the stars I saw on the day I was born."