It was similar to the structure of an interrogation room. There were silver tables and chairs, as well as a mysterious individual wrapped in insulating tape and leaning against the wall.
The scene in front of them could easily lead to a "misdirection."
Most individuals who underwent the "out-of-control test" would think that the process of "taking a seat" would be the beginning of the test, and they would naturally sit on the empty silver chair.
However, Han Dong did not move at all from the moment he stepped into the room. He stood quietly at the door.
Although his eyes were fixed on the individual wrapped in insulating tape and the silver chair left for him, he did not sit down.
He remained motionless, and even his breathing gradually slowed down.
[Off-site — Surveillance Zone]
Mr. M, who had just finished negotiating with Charles, also rushed over and personally monitored the test status of Han Dong and the others.
"How is Han Dong's contact with the original derivative?"
"The tester has remained motionless since he entered the room. Three minutes and twenty-one seconds have passed.
However, just standing still will not solve the problem.
Origonal-03-I also has the intention of actively eroding. If the target does not voluntarily fall into the trap, it will definitely take action. If there is a problem, will it be us or you … "
"If there are any problems, I will personally suppress them.
However, Han Dong is standing still, not because he is worried or avoiding the problem, but because he is "observing."
Perhaps he will take action in advance. "
…
"I see …"
A smile appeared on Han Dong's face. He finally made a move.
He raised his left arm at a rather slow speed.
Han Dong became thinner as he raised his arm. He felt that all the water, fat, and basic protein in his body were rapidly depleting.
However …
This did not come from the influence of the Out-Of-Control, but from Han Dong's subjective changes.
When his left arm was raised to the same height as his shoulder, Han Dong had already turned into a dried corpse. His breathing and heartbeat had stopped.
A thick aura of death surrounded his body.
This was the "dead state" that Han Dong had deliberately entered to deal with the current out-of-control test.
His withered fingers gently tapped on the wall.
His knuckles collided with the wall, producing a rather rhythmic tapping sound.
“Tik-tak~Tik-tak~
Time is ticking away. Let's not waste any more time, okay? Mr. Silver, or Mr. Silver-like.
This kind of clumsy trap doesn't have much effect on me. "
As soon as he finished speaking.
The insulating bandages were scattered all over the ground. There was no life form wrapped in them at all.
At this moment.
The silver handcuffs, the silver table, and the silver stool began to transform into a liquid, converging into a humanoid figure in the middle of the room.
He tilted his head and stared at Han Dong with a strange expression on his face.
It seemed that it did not understand why its' prey 'was in a state of complete death. As a result, many of its effects were unable to take effect.
A hoarse voice that sounded like a worm crawled out of Han Dong's throat.
"You seem to be able to rapidly assimilate any living being at the soul level.
Once I touch your silver, even if it's only for a moment, it will quickly seep into my soul … But now, even my soul has already died.
What would you do?
Speaking of which, you should be able to understand what I'm saying, right? "
This kind of provocation seemed to have achieved the desired effect.
Buzz buzz buzz ~
In the center of the silver individual's face, circles of regular ripples swayed. At the same time, it emitted waves of incomprehensible sound waves.
With somewhat uncoordinated steps, it took the initiative to approach Han Dong.
Every step left a pool of silver liquid on the ground. These liquids would move according to the rhythm of the sound waves.
It seemed to want to forcibly inject the silver into Han Dong's body and directly tear his body apart through the resonance of the sound waves. Even if the other party was a corpse, it could achieve the same effect.
Ta! It came into the attack range.
Swish ~
A hand knife directly stabbed into Han Dong's abdomen. A stream of cold silver fluid quickly flowed into the body.
Beep beep beep!
An alarm sounded from the monitoring room.
The data feedback from the tights Han Dong was wearing showed that the "Loss of Control Value" was increasing rapidly.
"The individual is being assimilated by Origonal-03-I. The Loss of Control Value has reached the containment standard! Request a complete purge of the target and the third test room. "
Seeing this scene, the staff concluded that Han Dong was beyond saving. Even if he could survive, he would definitely turn into a Loss of Control Derivative.
"Wait."
Mr. M motioned for the staff to not be anxious. At the same time, he asked:
"What is the Loss of Control Value of Origonal-03-I?"
"As a first-generation direct derivative of the original, its Loss of Control Value is between 800-1200."
"Take a look at Han Dong's current Loss of Control Value."
With Mr. M's reminder.
The staff stared at the values on the display screen, all dumbfounded.
Han Dong's current Loss of Control Value had reached a terrifying 1360, and it was still increasing … Logically speaking, as the assimilated, Han Dong's Loss of Control Value could not exceed the assimilated subject.
"What is this?"
Mr. M revealed a rare smile. "There's a good show to watch …"
…
Inside the testing room.
The silver had spread to many parts of Han Dong's body.
His arms and torso were covered in large silver spots.
But when the silver fluid wanted to invade the most critical part of his brain, it was stuck in his neck and could not continue upward … It was as if his neck was stuffed with a dense, soft substance that could not be assimilated.
A substance that Origonal-03-I had never seen before.
At this time, Han Dong spoke again.
Because his throat was stuffed with something,
While speaking, soft, tiny tentacles also overflowed from his throat and floated in the air. The voice was filtered by the tentacles, forming a kind of undulating, strange voice.
"As expected, this isn't pure silver … Instead, it's a silver-like substance. In other words, it's a special substance that possesses both physical and spiritual characteristics.
You should be the product of a Loss of Control Value, right?
Once touched, it will instantly erode to the soul level. Even if only a little is left in the soul, it can silently spread and assimilate the whole body.
Unfortunately, it's useless against me. "
His voice fell.
Han Dong had turned into his faceless form, and the tentacles wriggled crazily in the back of his head.
Originally, he wanted to add some laughter as' seasoning ', but after thinking about it, he decided against it.
If the monitors heard the laughter, it might bring serious consequences. Han Dong didn't want to waste time dealing with other problems.
Buzz buzz ~
The sound of the monitor breaking could be heard one after another.
Tiny tentacles had cut off all the surveillance images to prevent the "visual pollution" from being transmitted.
As the images were all cut off.
The only thing that could be obtained was the "Loss of Control Value" transmitted by the clothes, which had reached a terrifying.
After a while.
The Loss of Control Value no longer increased, but stacked back to 0 in a few seconds.
When Mr. M led a group of heavily armed staff to open the sealed door of the testing room.
Han Dong was leaning against the side of the door, greeting Mr. M with a smile.
The silver-like substance had all evaporated and disappeared, leaving not a trace.
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