Humic Code

When chaos surges in the sky, someone always hears the sound of grinding teeth. Su Ye licked the blood from the corner of his mouth - the fleshy roots that suddenly emerged from the ground just now almost broke his ankle. What saved him was the sudden explosion of metal lines on his left arm. Those silver threads were entangled in the roots like living creatures, emitting white smoke. "They are recognizing their master." The blind man selling information said, his cloudy eyes facing the moon, "The things on the back of the moon are moving, and 'He' in the chaos is also stretching." The film handed over by the blind man was the last image left by his parents: his mother's hive heart beating in the palm of his hand, like a ball of living flesh; his father's source core glowed with cold light, making his pupils turn gray. They were talking about "Tong Sheng" and "Key", and in the end the scene was swallowed up by a black mist, leaving only a breathy sound: "He is not a container... He is..." Su Ye chewed the film in his mouth. I always have the same dream lately: He is standing in a place with no sky, his left hand is pressing on the cold giant door, and his right hand is sinking into the warm flesh wall. The two doors are shaking at the same time, and something is beating behind the door, as if it is about to come out. The moon is a little crooked tonight. Death light leaked from the cracks in the chaos, spelling out intermittent symbols on the ground, which were exactly the same as the new lines on his right arm. The roar of mechas could be heard in the distance, mixed with some kind of slippery, dragging sound on the ground. Su Ye shrank his neck. In addition to the smell of radiation, the wind also has a sweet smell, just like what the blind man said - "They are drooling." The shadow on the back of the moon is crawling down along the edge of the moon, like dripping ink.