Volume 15 Gray Fog Forest Chapter 797 Part of the Plan
"But you also said that the condition for activating these floor tiles is the flesh and blood of an Erosion Corpse, but the problem is that we have nowhere to find a second Erosion Corpse." Thirty-Three said in embarrassment.
"Zeluo, can you make your clone simulate a corpse and then be absorbed by the floor tiles?" Ke Lan asked.
Although the loss of a clone will have a certain impact on Ze Luo's power, this impact can be recovered over time. Now if they want to activate more stone tablets, they can only use this method.
"Let me try." Ze Luo separated a clone from his main body, and then let the clone kneel on another unactivated floor tile, imitating the way Shi Hai did before, and put his cheek against the inscription.
Ke Lan waited for five full minutes, but nothing happened.
"Strange... Is there something wrong?" Ke Lan was puzzled.
"By the way, Ze Luo, is your clone...really simulating a corpse?" Sanshisan asked from the side.
Ze Luo's clone still maintains Ze Luo's original appearance. Apart from a somewhat dull expression, there is no difference from her original body, and there are no mutations or extra organs on her body.
"Only the appearance has not changed. The internal structure of the body is exactly the same as the one that was just absorbed by the floor tile." Ze Luo said, "As for why the floor tile cannot be activated, I don't know."
After saying that, she turned her gaze to Ke Lan.
"Maybe... it's because the erosion corpse you simulated is only for show." Ke Lan said uncertainly.
"All show and no substance? What does that mean?" Ze Luo did not say anything, but Sanshisan was very curious.
"The most critical point for a human to transform into an erosion corpse is that the degree of erosion must exceed the critical value, attracting the attention of 'Him'... But Zelo's clone only simulated the body of the erosion corpse, but the clone itself has not been eroded at all."
"Then what should we do?" Thirty-three curled his lips, "Could it be... you read the inscription on this floor tile to her? No, that won't work. Logically speaking, the clone is controlled by the original body. If the clone is corroded, the original body will not be spared at all."
"Well, this method doesn't work." Ke Lan nodded, "Then we can only try 'Plan B'."
"You have a plan B?" Thirty-three was stunned for a moment, "What is the content of plan B?"
"Use my blood." Ke Lan replied, "Anyway, my body is only one step away from being 'supercorrupted'. In terms of the degree of erosion, I am much deeper than these corpses. Maybe my blood can activate these tiles."
After saying that, Ke Lan walked to an unactivated floor tile, stretched out his arm, and rolled up his sleeves.
Considering his body's abnormal recovery ability, Ke Lan did not choose to cut his skin with a knife. Instead, he found a syringe used to mix medicine, broke off the needle , and inserted it directly into the radial artery in his forearm.
Unlike the slower-flowing and darker-colored venous blood, the bright red arterial blood spurted out like a water gun. When Ke Lan intentionally contracted the muscles in his forearms to squeeze the blood vessels, a large amount of blood instantly sprayed onto the floor tiles below, dyeing the dark-gray floor tiles a color between brown and red.
The material of this floor tile seemed to be highly absorbent. The blood that Ke Lan sprayed on it was quickly absorbed by the tile, and the edges of the bloodstains quickly became dry again.
But the floor tiles remained unchanged.
"It seems to be useless." Sanshisan glanced at the shadow reflected on the breathing mask out of the corner of his eye and shook his head with some regret.
But he discovered at least one thing: if he did not look directly at the inscriptions on the floor tiles with his eyes, but instead observed the reflection on the mirror or glass, he would not seem to experience the splitting headache.
"It may also be that the quantity is not enough." Ke Lan relaxed his forearm muscles slightly and drove his heart to pump out more blood. From the beginning of the "bleeding" to now, the amount of blood he sprayed on the floor tiles must be at least a thousand CC. If it were an ordinary person with a weak body, he would probably have stars in his eyes and a pale face by now.
"Are you planning to drain all the blood out of your body?" Thirty-three asked in astonishment, "Can... can your body handle it?"
"At least it's not a big problem for now." Ke Lan continued to relax and contract the muscles in his forearms, desperately squeezing the blood out of his blood vessels - his special physique not only gave his body extremely strong self-repair capabilities, but also greatly enhanced its hematopoietic function. Ke Lan could even feel that the bone marrow inside was emitting a dull burning pain. This was the unique feeling of a large number of new blood cells being produced, "filling" the bone marrow.
(P.S. In fact, the author does not know what it feels like for the bone marrow to produce blood at a high speed. This is just written based on my feelings... But when I was undergoing chemotherapy, I had a very strong reaction to the white blood cell injection. It felt like a knife was scraping my bone marrow. The pain was so severe that I bit two of my back teeth hard. The doctor said that this is a side effect that occurs when white blood cells are produced in large quantities. I guess the feeling of other blood cells being produced in large quantities at an abnormal speed should be similar...)
More than three thousand CC of blood had been "squeezed" out, which was almost the total amount of blood in a normal human body... Even Ke Lan couldn't help but feel a little breathless. Just when he thought this method wouldn't work, a dark red light finally lit up inside the floor tile that was completely soaked with blood.
"It works!" Thirty-three, who was facing the floor tile and staring at the inscription with a small mirror, waved his fist excitedly, "The floor tile is responding!"
The spot of light inside the floor tile seemed to be condensed from the blood that was sucked into it, flowing slowly. As more blood seeped into the floor tile, strands of "silk threads" emitting dark crimson light extended from the spot of light and spread to every corner of the floor tile.
The material of the floor tiles gradually turned into a translucent texture. Combined with the dark red blood vessels inside, it looked like a gem called "bloodstone". A "bloodstone" of such a large size and good quality would probably be sold at a sky-high price in the old era.
Gradually, the floor tiles stopped absorbing Ke Lan's blood. The blood that splashed onto the surface of the tiles no longer seeped in, but flowed along the surface of the tiles into the grooves at the edges... and the inscriptions on the tiles finally began to change.
"Successful?"
Ke Lan had an idea and pulled out the needle from his arm. The huge needle hole healed quickly, even the scabbing process was skipped, not to mention the scar.
It felt like Ke Lan's arm was made of clay. After making a big hole in it, he could just dip some water and rub it a few times, and it would immediately return to its original state.
Even for him, after losing such a large amount of blood, his steps became a little unsteady... Fortunately, Ze Luo created a space barrier behind Ke Lan in time for him to lean on, which prevented Ke Lan from falling to the ground.
After taking two deep breaths, Ke Lan held the needle in the palm of his hand and stared intently at the inscription on the floor tile.
However, this time, the changes in the floor tile inscriptions were somewhat beyond his expectations.
The order of all the characters changed, but only a few characters formed a meaningful sentence. As for the rest, they were piled together in a disorderly manner, like a pile of meaningless garbled codes, which were impossible to read at all.
Ke Lan looked at the only meaningful sentence - the meaning of this sentence was very simple, it was a question: Who are you?
"who I am?"
Ke Lan's first reaction was to look around. He suddenly felt like he was being watched, as if something was watching him from the dark and communicating with him through this floor tile...
But he quickly calmed down - the reason why the floor tile asked such a "question" might be simply because there was "something wrong" with the blood used to activate it.
Otherwise, if there really was a "watcher" observing the square, he would have asked "Who are you" when the first floor tile was activated, instead of throwing out a lot of secret information in one breath that would have shocked Ke Lan into unconsciousness.
After thinking it over again and again, Ke Lan was more inclined to believe that it was his own blood that activated the "interactive function" hidden in the floor tiles.
"Let's pretend that the person asking the question is this tile... But how should I answer?"
Ke Lan inadvertently cast his gaze on those disorganized inscription characters, and soon he discovered that his gaze could actually manipulate these characters. As long as he stared at one of the characters and then moved his gaze, the character "locked" by his gaze would also move.
Soon, Ke Lan pieced together the same question: "Who are you?"
The floor tiles did not give an answer, but directly disrupted and erased Ke Lan's questions, and made the first sentence "Who are you" flash red with emphasis, as if to signal Ke Lan to answer this question first.
"How should I answer this question?" Ke Lan was stunned.
First of all, I definitely cannot answer that I am Ke Lan... Human names or identities are meaningless to the Alpha civilization. Even if they are members of the Undead Crew, in the eyes of Alpha civilization, they may just be members of the ruling body of an inferior civilization whose technological level is far inferior to their own - their uniqueness is not even as good as the queen bee in the bee colony. At least, the latter's body shape and appearance are very different from those of ordinary worker bees.
What should I say? Earthlings?
Ke Lan was a little troubled... because he found that he didn't know how to express the word "Earth" in the language of Alpha Civilization. It would definitely be wrong to directly split the two words "Earth" into "ground, planet" and translate them into "ground, planet". It would not work to use the most common description of the Earth by humans, "a planet with a large amount of liquid water on its surface" - there are too many planets with liquid water in the universe. For a civilization capable of interstellar travel, this adjective cannot be used to specifically refer to the Earth.
Apart from anything else, there is a large amount of liquid water on the surface of Alpha Centauri.
Moreover, many characteristics of Alpha Centauri are very similar to those of the Earth, and many of the adjectives used to describe the Earth can also be directly applied to Alpha Centauri.
Of course, the most accurate way is to use the location in the universe to describe it, such as "the third planet in the solar system located in the Orion arm of the Milky Way"... But the problem is that the "Milky Way" and "Orion" mentioned by humans may not be called by this name in the Alpha civilization...
Ke Lan took another look at the floor tiles and found that the red light inside was dimming little by little. Obviously, the activation time was limited. If he could not answer the questions of the floor tiles in time, then all the blood he had just shed would be basically in vain.
Ke Lan never thought that one day she would encounter such a problem: she didn't know what words to use to describe who she was... or what she was?
If there is really no other answer, just answer "intelligent creatures from another planet", but I don't know what kind of response the floor tiles will give.
But this answer is likely to lead to the worst situation: they will be directly judged as illegal intruders by the other party, and then the defense mechanism in the square or the tower will be activated... With the technology of Alpha civilization, the defense mechanism of such a place should be powerful enough to kill the three of them instantly, and even Ze Luo may not be able to escape.
This question may seem simple, but it could very well be a “fatal question”.
It really means "giving up one's life".
Just as Ke Lan was thinking hard, a "word" he had heard before suddenly flashed through his mind.
To be precise, it was the "vocabulary" in the language of the Alpha civilization that he had "heard" with the help of other people's "ears".
In the Mewtwo video, the remnant of the Alpha civilization who was guarding the wreckage of Engine 92 once mentioned a word to the soldiers of Special Forces Team 776 - "Symbiote".
Translated into Chinese, it means "symbiont", but in the language of Alpha civilization, there is also a special word to express this meaning.
Ke Lan thought about it, and without hesitation, he moved his eyes to move the messy inscriptions and pieced them together into a phrase.
"I'm a symbiote."
This sentence was quickly erased, but the tile immediately responded: "Since you are here, it means that our plan has succeeded. At least, it has succeeded halfway."
Half the plan accomplished?
Ke Lan looked at this new sentence suspiciously. What did the "plan" here refer to? Judging from the literal meaning, could it be that she was also part of the plan?
Or is the "symbiote" part of the plan?
"What plan?" Ke Lan asked immediately.
This time, the tile did not remain silent, but gave an answer: "The Night Watch is forbidden to reveal the details of the plan to any symbiote. Once the symbiote knows the content of the plan, it means that He knows the content of the plan."
