bookrandom Chapter 734 Parasitic Fly
Chapter 734 Parasitic Fly
"Hold him down!" the doctor shouted out the door.
In the midst of severe pain, Chen Yile caught a glimpse of the reflection in the mirror. His back was covered in blood and flesh, and the doctor was using tweezers to remove the translucent egg sheaths from the wound. The surface of those pearl-like objects was covered with capillaries, which were pulsating regularly.
There was a dull thud of something heavy falling outside the door. A nurse's scream pierced the silence, "Doctor Zhang! Bed three, Wu Jianjun, his face..."
Chen Yile suddenly remembered the obituary he saw on the community bulletin board.
Wu Jianjun, male, 42 years old, died of acute organ failure.
The man in the photo had sunken eyes, but the corners of his mouth were strangely upturned, as if his facial muscles were held up by invisible threads.
"They're about to hatch!"
The doctor suddenly dropped the forceps and stepped back madly, knocking over the instrument rack.
Chen Yile felt the wound on his back wriggling, heard the slight sound of a membrane breaking, and then the vibrating hum of hundreds of pairs of wings.
The lights in the treatment room began to flicker, and in the flickering light and shadow, Chen Yile saw countless tiny cracks on his back in the mirror.
Purple-black compound eyes opened in the flesh, and barbed limbs were tearing the skin on his shoulder blades.
The egg cases that had just been removed were jumping on the operating table, with amber mucus oozing out of the surface, gradually revealing the outline of a fly.
Screams echoed in the corridor. Chen Yile struggled to roll off the operating table. As his mucus-covered palm pressed against the doorknob, he heard the doctor's twisted laughter behind him: "It's useless. This whole building is an incubator..."
The moment Chen Yile pushed open the iron door of the treatment room, sticky blood plasma poured down on his head from above the door frame.
He stumbled into the corridor, his palms making a harsh scraping sound against the tiles on the wall.
The fluorescent lights in the entire corridor were flashing wildly. In the flickering light and shadow, hell on earth was unfolding at the nurses' station twenty meters away.
Three humanoid creatures in striped hospital gowns were crawling on the ground, their backs bulging like inflatable rafts, and their skin was covered with honeycomb-like holes.
When one of them raised his head, Chen Yile saw that his jaw had fallen off, replaced by a dense black mouthparts, which were spewing yellow-green mucus with a shrill sound.
"Help……"
A bluish-gray hand stretched out from the left ward, with flesh scraps embedded in the nails.
Just as Chen Yile was about to get closer, his hand was suddenly entangled by tentacles that emerged from the crack in the door, and was dragged into the darkness with the crisp sound of broken bones.
A strong stench of decay poured out from the door, and he saw amber liquid oozing from the vents in the ceiling, which dripped onto the ground and condensed into translucent insect eggs.
There was a loud sound of glass breaking behind him. Chen Yile turned around and saw that the observation window of the treatment room had exploded. Doctor Zhang was dragged back to the room by a dozen barbed limbs. His gold-rimmed glasses fell to the ground and shattered into shiny fragments.
The creatures that escaped from Chen Yile's back finally revealed themselves - they had the compound eyes of flies and human fingers, and their wings as thin as cicada wings were covered with capillaries. At this moment, they were gnawing at the doctor's eyeballs with their mucus-covered mouthparts.
Chen Yile stepped on something soft when he turned around and ran.
He looked down and saw a piece of pink uniform sleeve. On the wrist exposed by the cuff, the metal buckle of the nurse's name tag was stuck between the white wrist bones.
Following the blood trail, the head nurse's upper body was stuck in the fire hydrant cabinet. Her abdominal cavity was like a hollowed-out pumpkin lantern, and her ribs were covered with pearly egg sheaths, each the size of a fist, contracting and pulsating regularly.
"Zone B needs a cleaning crew!"
The radio suddenly blared, and a robotic female voice, tinged with the hum of electricity, echoed through the corridor. All the mutants suddenly stopped moving. Chen Yile took the opportunity to evacuate to the emergency exit, but froze in place the moment he pushed open the fire door. The stairwell walls were covered in a thick membrane of flesh, countless translucent blood vessels pulsating on the surface, as if the entire building had become the cavity of a living organism.
The stench suddenly became ten times stronger. Chen Yile heard a wet crawling sound above his head. Looking up, he saw a sticky black shadow hanging at the corner of the fourth floor.
It was a parasite hanging upside down from the ceiling, its spine piercing the skin on its back, extending into centipede-like limbs. Where its face used to be was now covered with suction-cup-like mouthparts, from which smelly digestive fluid was dripping.
Chen Yile held his breath and stepped back, his back hitting something warm.
His blood froze instantly, and a voice with a hint of laughter rang in his ears: "Why is Mr. Chen running around?"
The nurse in pink uniform appeared behind him at some point. The marks on his neck had split into circular wounds, and more than a dozen ovipositors with barbs were emerging from the wounds, twisting in the air like poisonous snakes.
Adrenaline exploded in his veins. Chen Yile grabbed the fire extinguisher from the corner and smashed it into the nurse's face. At the moment the other party screamed and retreated, he rushed into the corridor on the third floor.
The doors of the wards on both sides suddenly opened at the same time, and hundreds of mutant flies swarmed out, the fluttering sounds of their wings converging into a roar of death.
He rushed into the nearest pharmacy, locked the door, and leaned his back against the metal door, breathing heavily.
In the blue light of the refrigerator, the entire wall of glass jar display shelves was glowing with an eerie glow.
Chen Yile touched the switch with trembling hands, and when the ceiling light came on, he couldn't help but retched.
Human organs were floating in each jar, insect eggs were attached to the surface of the heart, mycelial tentacles were entangled between the lung lobes, and Wu Jianjun's face was immersed in the jar in the center!
The swollen face was covered with tiny pores, and at this moment, the eyelidless eyes suddenly opened, and the festering lips made the shape of "save me".
There was a sound of nails scratching metal outside the door. Chen Yile staggered back to the laboratory table, and dark red liquid spilled out of the overturned beaker.
He suddenly noticed that there were traces of splicing on the wall behind the refrigerator. When he pushed the cabinet open, the hidden electronic door lock was emitting a faint green light.
The password keyboard was stained with dark brown stains, and Chen Yile somehow entered the death date he saw in Wu Jianjun's obituary.
With the hissing of the air pressure valve, the iron door of the cold storage slowly slid open, and white mist at minus twenty degrees Celsius poured out, forming ice crystals on his eyelashes.
Rows of cylindrical culture tanks appeared in the cold mist. Humanoid creatures were suspended in each three-meter-high glass column, with fungal mat-like connecting tissue growing on their backs and the inside of the tank.
The parasites in the front row suddenly opened their eyes collectively, and hundreds of pairs of compound eyes lit up with a faint green fluorescence in the darkness. Chen Yile saw that the label on a culture tank clearly read: "Experimental Subject No. 014: Chen Meiling, that is Chen Yile's mother in this illusion."
Fragments of memory suddenly popped into my mind. On a rainy night when I was five years old, my mother said she was going to the attic of our ancestral home to get something, and when she came back she always had a silk scarf wrapped around her neck.
Until one morning, he saw his mother untying her silk scarf in front of the dressing table, and a string of wriggling pearls protruded from under the skin of her neck.
"Got you."
A hoarse male voice came from behind.
Chen Yile turned around and saw Doctor Zhang standing at the door of the cold storage. Three conjoined flies were squeezed in his left eye socket, and his white coat was soaked dark red with blood.