Plague Doctor

The night sky is dark and the noise is unknown in this forest on the southern outskirts of Dongzhou City.

Nightingales sank low, unknown creatures slipped through the trees, and some wild chickens jumped out of their nests and ran around.

The shadow chose a slow-footed wild chicken to chase him, slammed him hard, and his claws had pulled a fur from the long tail of the wild chicken.

But the wild chicken screamed, and the fur was torn off, and the wild chicken was able to regain its freedom, continue to punch its wings, and enter the forest.

The aftershadow was about to continue its chase, but it was mixed up by a dead branch on the ground and fell to the ground, thus losing the opportunity to hunt.

“I'm half hungry, my hands and feet are so inflexible... obviously the diet is getting colder and colder, and I'm also saying what the top nutrition teams are prepared to consider the body of their ancestors. Humans have our ancestors' understanding of the physical needs of our ancestors? It is true that they have been tricked into working in the dark, a tragic world! ”

The shadow is a fat ancestor who has been assigned to work in Eastern State for more than a month and is lean every day.

Not to mention the poor diet, the job is still so heavy, like being crushed on the head by a big fat man with 200 kg.

And it's hard to be lazy, because each ancestor has a “chicken butt" locator, and a microsatellite camera. In other words, they now have no freedom to lose and tears to grieve.

Wherever there are signals, whether they're walking or sitting, working or lazy, the NASA Surveillance Center sees them.

Where there is no signal… go faster, where there is no signal is always particularly dangerous and no one will know instantly what happened.

There are also tasks that Joe would not wear in order to avoid the signal exposing himself.

But the micro cameras are still recording, and the images will still be viewed, still lazy.

Humans, cunning humans, are the best at exploiting labour.

All I can think of is these damages, even if I go to the toilet, I have to worry about whether the boss will be watching me, I have to deduct the bonus from my salary slowly, and I have to inform criticism.

Because of this miniature camera, Fat Joe is called Dauntless.

But on the other hand, for his own life, he had to bite his teeth to work.

Alien Life, Alien Life... Where are you...

So at this time, even though there was no signal here, Fat Joe took a short break and continued to drag his increasingly thin body and move around the mountain forest.

Joe has one skill, walking is easy to get to places with gossip and liveliness. It is not entirely olfactory or leg based, but a fantastic, not even self-evident, perceived gift. Walking is what it takes. Intelligence radar is born.

Thus, in the absence of a special mission, the ancestors operate freely, like rangers, in rare places such as forests and deserts.

The reason Fat Joe is here today is not only to smell pine chicken, but also to smell a little strange.

This smell may be just a shady wind, but it may be strange.

“It's just the wind, isn't it?” Fat Joe stepped on the yellow fallen leaves and crossed another forest road. The pitch black could not block the sight of his little eyes. In the autumn, the mountain forest had been stained with a bush. When a cool night breeze had blown through, it had a slight smell of rotten blood.

Fat Joe sniffed his nose and his fat body trembled slightly. This smell is not a good thing...

Although no other life has been found since taking office, it has witnessed some strange things in fantasy dreams, far away.

It distinguishes the peculiar stench of living off darkness, much like it is now.

But when another night wind blows, the smell fades again.

“It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't scare me.” Fat Joe slapped his paws on his chest and calmed that restless heart, "cowardly Joe, which beast was just tearing up another beast. The beasts are so barbaric that the more they eat, the more bloody they become, the more ripe they are to cook than our ancestors. ”

But what kind of beast is eating?

Fat Joe is really curious, want to see a clear one, this is Joe's nature, can not be changed.

Stepping on the softened soil after the forest rain, Fat Joe walked past a creek and turned a tree, suddenly hearing a hoarse noise in the wind.

It sounds like there are many different wild beasts hissing, mixed together, like fear, like fear is spreading.

Fat Joe heard a chill, but his curiosity was still leaping, “It's okay, you can't scare me. There's rats screaming, definitely rats screaming, probably just rats fighting over food. Humans really don't know what aesthetics it is. It's ridiculous to say that our ancestors look like rats...”

As we think about it, Fat Joe keeps walking forward to see what breed of rats are so rampant.

Just turning a bend, looking at the shadow, the shadow swaying forward, it finally saw clearly, and its fur blew up quickly.

Well, then, what is it...

Fat Joe saw four feet, each as big as a goat's hoof, which made the four feet look like four trees, black, with countless blood vessels running through them, exposed to the bark flesh.

These four giant sheep and hooves support a huge deformed body like a house.

It's a flesh clump, not counting so many black whipped tentacles growing on clumps, some dripping blood. Apart from the tentacles, it's a strange, tentacles, green mucus dripping down the mouth, each mouth eating a corpse, mouse corpse, pine chicken corpse, and more...

Wild boars, wild wolves, such beasts, are also being devoured and merged.

The odor that Fat Joe smelled from the wind was coming from that thing.

It heard strange noises coming from the mouth of that thing.

It's the bodies, they don't seem to be dead, or something else, and they're still hissing.

And that thing, too, has been found, with a single giant eye in the middle of a strange flesh mass, blood filaments spinning.

Fat Joe swallowed a sip.

“I'm just passing through playing soy sauce...”

Without any response from each other, Fat Joe screamed and turned to the circuit to escape wildly.