After Being Parasitized by a Monster 81

Chapter 81: “Aren’t you jealous that you’re using her to touch me?”

“Aren’t you jealous that you’re using her to touch me?”

Cheng Ming was held in the arms of another monster and looked up at “her” and asked.

But this description was not very accurate. With a slight detachment of her consciousness, she could merge into the other’s perspective and clearly see herself.

The dim light in the center of the living room was shattered by the sprawling mycelia. Her face was pale and gloomy. In the clear and sparse night, she was face to face with herself.

“No. She can’t feel you, it’s me who feels you,” Xiao Ming replied cheerfully.

It had a very open view of life and death.

The face was hers, the body was MM221’s, and the controller was the Fish-Fungus inside her… If there were no accidents, Cheng Ming would never encounter a more absurd scene in her life.

As it spoke, seeing that “her” body was lowering, as if she wanted to do more, Cheng Ming subconsciously turned her head, and a soft, wet, and sticky touch was printed on her cheek, a kiss full of the smell of blood.

In an instant, as if ice water had rolled over her whole body, besides the trembling, she was disgusted and pushed her away forcefully—

“Xiao Ming!”

She had not expected that it would really do such an outrageous thing. The next second she had made a move, she suddenly felt a strange movement on her side.

She turned her head and saw Yan Rong, who had been startled by the strangeness outside, leaning weakly against the door and poking her head out. She was staring at the intimate “two” here with a dazed and stunned look, as if she were sleepwalking.

When she had gone out during the day, in order to prevent any mishaps from changing back and forth, Cheng Ming had maintained Yan Li’s appearance. But 221 had just taken her blood, and was using her appearance, and Xiao Ming was controlling 221 to mess around. So, the scene that fell into Yan Rong’s eyes…

It was clear that this scene was too stimulating.

Along with Cheng Ming’s turn of her head, “221” also looked over. It happened at the same time, with almost the same action. Four eyes cast their gazes at the same time, like a pair of puppets connected by the devil’s silk and controlled by a ghost.

For a moment, Cheng Ming saw Yan Rong’s body tremble slightly, and her gaze shuttled between them, from “Yan Li’s” appearance to “Cheng Ming’s” face. She didn’t know if she wanted to rush up or to retreat.

It was dead silent.

As the three of them looked at each other, drip, a dark color slid down the back of Yan Rong’s hand.

Cheng Ming caught a glimpse of her hand bleeding. It seemed that she had pulled out the IV tube. She quickly got up to help her back.

Yan Rong was being supported by her, and she took a step and a half back, as if she wanted to say something but didn’t.

The mycelia separated, and “221” was pushed and swayed for a moment, and silently stood firm in the corridor. Xiao Ming’s control was not yet very smooth.

But it had already spoken quite smoothly. It had mobilized its vocal system and, imitating 221’s tone, it had said from behind them in a low voice:

“Sister, you’re so heartless.”

This ghostly sound was also ringing in her head at the same time, and the mycelia seemed to be rubbing her scalp along with the undulating nerve signals. Cheng Ming was so stimulated that the muscles on the back of her neck contracted, and she felt like she had a thorn in her back. She straightened her spine and didn’t even look, and said to Yan Rong, “Don’t mind her.”

She put her sister back on the bed and re-inserted the indwelling needle.

“Sister, you…”

Yan Rong looked at a certain figure outside the door, and then at the cold-faced Cheng Ming who was busy with her head down by the bed. Her gaze unconsciously slid down to her abdomen, and she was about to say something but didn’t, and then she was about to say something again—

“Your pregnancy, is it related to her?”

If it doesn’t sing, it will amaze with a single song.

Cheng Ming: “…”

First of all, it was very debatable whether this was called a pregnancy, and secondly—

If you had to say so, it didn’t seem to be wrong.

…

Yan Rong’s condition had improved, and there was no legitimate reason to take care of her family. Cheng Ming was once again drafted back to the team and was busy assisting the biology department in cooperating with the Investigation Department’s actions.

The aftermath of the 78th sea defense incident was still spreading. From the beginning of the year until now, the Defense Center had not stopped its internal and external measures. It had increased its efforts to conduct a carpet search for possible monsters, and the tasks that fell on them had also increased day by day—the so-called “possible monsters,” on the one hand, was to guard against the monster organization planting undercover agents, and on the other hand, was to target the foundation.

But this targeting could not be brought to the surface, so the banner that was raised was to give the public a satisfactory answer and to ensure the safety of the coast.

A world-renowned, super-large pharmaceutical company, a behemoth that was on top of an entire industry. In this special era, it was not an exaggeration to say that it controlled the lifeline of society.

Their breeding bases were far more than just that one in Jingshui. Before and after their actions, the headquarters of the several major defense centers were coordinating and synchronizing, and were screening and determining the targets to be cleared.

A person’s fate was just a small wave that was swept along by the torrent of the times.

During this period, she had taken the time to visit Han Xuhua. The treatment department of the R&D group was now quite familiar to Cheng Ming, and people would greet her when she passed through the corridor.

This lucky classmate had been trapped underground for a day and two nights, and had been tormented by the researchers in the biology department for a week. Unexpectedly, her spirits were still good, and she was full of energy.

“Hey! I said that a mutated creature had saved me, but they didn’t believe me. They said that I had claustrophobia and had hallucinations underground, or that my brain had been irradiated! What kind of doctor! What kind of researcher! Are they stupid from reading! Let them go down and see for themselves, but they won’t go! Zhao Xin! Zhao Xin! Don’t you think so!”

She was slapping the bed rail in indignation, trying to call on her teammate next to her to testify for her.

Then, her good comrade-in-arms with the surname Zhao, who had gone through thick and thin with her, turned around with a blank expression, “I don’t remember anything!”

Han Xuhua was choked and could only fall down in despair. She touched her bald head, which had been forced to become smooth due to repeated examinations, and murmured, “Wrong, maybe it really is a bit of a blessing in disguise.”

This person’s comical talent was still being displayed steadily. However, Cheng Ming, who had witnessed the whole process, had a subtle expression, and inexplicably felt that she had been scolded.

Han Xuhua turned her head and looked at her expression, and immediately became nervous, “Team leader, I didn’t say anything I shouldn’t have, did I?”

She had a little self-awareness, but not much.

Soon, the two who had escaped from the abandoned experimental area had also returned to the team.

Han Xuhua, contrary to her usual self, did not brag about the strange creatures she had encountered underground, and she was tight-lipped about this experience when others asked—it was clear that she had signed a confidentiality agreement.

Besides being busy with work, it took two or three days for Cheng Ming and Xiao Ming to sort out Little Seashell’s memories.

This process was a bit slow and painful.

There was mental torture, and also uncontrollable physiological factors.

There was not much content. Besides the key points about the evolution department and Cheng Ran, Cheng Ming’s biggest feeling after reading it was… blank.

A blank experience, a blank social relationship, a blank life.

In the turmoil of ’68, she was far from the only one who had been hurt. The first large-scale monster cluster action, the Security Department was too busy to care, and a class II radioactive source in a nearby factory was stolen, and it had leaked during transport, causing a major accident. The criminals involved had suffered an overdose of radiation and had died without rescue, which was a just retribution, but there were not a few innocent people. Many people’s physical functions were destroyed, and the Defense Center had participated in the containment and treatment. A small number of qualified people were sent to the fusion experimental table in a gamble of their lives—the so-called qualified, one was that the treatment was confirmed to be ineffective, two was that their relatives had agreed or they had no relatives, and three was that they were on the verge of death but not yet dead, and their body cells were still quite active.

Those who could satisfy these, especially the third point, were often children.

Undoubtedly, Little Seashell was one of them. She had survived by a great stroke of luck. Her past had been cleared, and her cognition could not be restarted. Her life had started as an experimental subject, and her life was only the experimental base and her researcher. The rest was a colorless. Her whole life was just a few years, and it could be summed up in a few dozen words, as if it had snowed, and when spring came, the snow had melted, and nothing was left.

No wonder she was so new to everything in the outside world. No wonder she resented her.

At the same time, Cheng Ming thought of another thing—the past of Qu Ying that she did not know, was probably also like this.

The so-called Cheng Ran had introduced her to a job in the Security Department. In fact, Cheng Ran was her researcher, at least, she was the one who had guided her to become a member of the evolution department.

From this point of view, they were really sisters from different mothers.

Qu Ying was now in the experimental base of the evolution department, by Cheng Ran’s side, and was imprisoned by visible and invisible shackles.

The inhibitor ring on her was also personally put on by Cheng Ran.

What was Cheng Ran’s state now?

Cheng Ming couldn’t see clearly.

She was too strange, as if the person she had known had never existed.

Everything was vaguely luring her down a path—to go and see Cheng Ran, to see their creator.

She was like a devout believer who was seeking a god. She had walked nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, and was only one step away. She was standing in place, looking at the destination that was so close, and was in a dilemma. She was afraid that the god would not allow it, she was afraid that her hopes would be dashed, and she was afraid that she had gone to the wrong temple and had worshiped the wrong god.

“Have you made a decision?” Xiao Ming asked.

The draft paper on the table was listed with countless key points, black and white, like a spider’s web, with clear and spreading lines. It had descended from an unknowable dark world, and had caught the fate of countless people.

Cheng Ming stared at the paper and gently bent the pen barrel. But she was startled by this sound, and her thoughts drifted away, “Do you have to talk to me like this?”

The desk lamp was very bright, but the angle was limited, so much so that half of the bedroom was as bright as day, and the other half was full of shadows. On the edge of the light and dark, another figure was sitting next to her.

The uncontrollable physiological factors mentioned before, that is, because MM221 was also a mermaid, it seemed that their hormones would affect each other.

This had gradually become prominent after Xiao Ming had parasitized the other with conidia.

When it used the other’s senses to look at her and feel her, it would unconsciously cause her hormone levels to rise. Cheng Ming could see those eyes, and she could also see her own eyes through those eyes, a very thrilling and heart-pounding experience.

She couldn’t tell who that desire was for, and she refused to let Xiao Ming move someone else’s body to touch her.

However, this Fish-Fungus was still not honest. And so, the spore mycelia from 221 were lingeringly hooked on the main body’s mycelia, making them lean against each other like conjoined twins.

The words were also spoken by it through 221’s mouth. A message that could be conveyed with a single thought, but it had to pass through a long stretch of air. Before the specific sound had reached her ears, she had actually already understood its thoughts.

This feeling was very strange. It was not as good as Xiao Ming communicating with her with neural signals, or directly using her vocal cords to speak.