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Chapter 50 Miracle
Chapter 50 Miracle (Seeking first subscription)
He faced Mary's eyes, which seemed to see right through her lies.
Loewe neither confirmed nor denied it.
As a qualified court clerk, in situations of information asymmetry, silence is often more powerful than explanation.
He maintained his calm tone, saying, "Keep the diary, Ms. Mary. It truly is the only thing he left behind."
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"As for the compensation, a specialist from the logistics department will deliver it tomorrow. It's the maximum amount according to the level three work injury standard, enough for you to buy two hundred kilograms of synthetic starch and find a safer place to live."
The diary in the evidence bag contained key pages about crazy eating phrases like "Star Child" and "Whisper," which were torn out by Rowe on the way there.
What remains are only some trivial details.
It is the love that the alien husband clumsily recorded for his wife during his lucid moments.
This is a carefully edited version of the truth.
A placebo specially made to comfort the living.
"Please tell me the truth, sir."
Mary, however, gave a sad smile.
"If it were just a regular work injury, it should be a clerk from the logistics department who comes, not someone as important as you."
"Adults would never personally make a trip to the slums for supplies that have died."
Luo Wei raised an eyebrow.
He underestimated the instincts honed by the lowest levels of life on the brink of death.
The next second, Mary suddenly raised her right hand.
A discarded pair of scissors used for trimming loose threads.
The blade was sharpened until it gleamed.
Instead of pointing her weapon at the intruder, she held it against her own carotid artery.
A thin line of bright red blood seeped out.
"Adults always thought we were stupid, that they could just give us a cookie and make up a story to get rid of us."
Mary emphasized each word.
"My husband isn't dead. At least he wasn't dead before you arrived. You took him away, didn't you?"
Buck, who was standing behind Rowe, moved almost instinctively.
Rough, large hands pressed against the holster of the explosive gun at his waist.
As a veteran, eliminating this imminent and unstable threat has become ingrained in his muscle memory.
Rowe raised his hand and gently pressed down on Buck's forearm, stopping him from moving.
In Lowell's mind.
A cost accounting was completed quickly.
If Buck were to take action, he could definitely subdue Mary.
However, the intense struggle could cause her to miscarry and die from severe bleeding.
According to the original plan, providing compensation and fabricating a dignified death would be the most efficient and merciful way to "remove bad assets" from the family.
However, now, variables have emerged.
If she dies here, it will not only attract the attention and gossip of the neighbors.
It will also cause cracks in the "fair" image that Lo Wei had previously built to appease people.
This is not a worthwhile deal.
"Ms. Mary, impulsiveness solves nothing. Your guess has no evidence."
Lowe withdrew his hand, still maintaining a frightening rationality: "If you slide now, it will be a double tragedy. The child in your womb is the only bloodline left by your husband."
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"Can you bear to let him turn into a meaningless pool of blood before he even gets a glimpse of this world?"
"Then take me to him, sir. Even if it's just a corpse, even if it's just a glance!" Mary screamed, her emotions on the verge of collapse, finally exploding completely.
The blade penetrated even deeper.
The blood flowed even faster, staining her collar red.
"Otherwise, I'll die right here! I can't live without him, so I might as well take the child with me to find him!"
This was her last bargaining chip.
She placed her own life and the life of her unborn child on one side of the scale.
I'm betting that this "supervisor," who's been getting a pretty good reputation at the bottom lately, will care about the weight of these two lives.
Because she had recently heard some news about the new manager's achievements:
New type of green soup was issued;
Receive refugees from other grain depots;
He personally led a team and risked their lives to reach the fallen Fourth Grain Depot, bringing back high-energy argon fuel;
Taking care of the widows of the three soldiers —
Any one of these things, taken individually, is far better than what happened to the previous manager named Case.
Luo Wei remained silent.
Just as he was considering the risks and benefits of forced uniformation.
An urgent communication has been received.
Father Alpha came from the laboratory on the second basement level.
He walked calmly to the door and pressed the answer button.
"Advisor, the variables are exceeding the expected model."
Father Alpha appeared very agitated.
The background is also mixed with the alarms from life support devices.
"Sample 004, that fourth-generation strain, is about to cease functioning due to organ failure."
Luo Wei frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Based on the previous assessment, the physiological tolerance of the fourth-generation hybrid can last for at least twelve hours."
"That's the paradox, advisor."
Father Alpha gave a quick explanation.
"His genetic sequence is the closest to that of humans among all the samples. This means that he has lost the chitinous shell and toughness that the Tyranids are so proud of."
"When faced with high concentrations of the plague virus, he behaved like a fragile mortal being thrown into a pool of strong acid."
"His immune system offered no resistance and collapsed instantly."
"Destroy them," Luo Wei replied coldly. "Samples without research value are just waste. If we don't stop the damage in time, we'll only waste more life-sustaining resources."
"Received — Preparing to cut off life support."
On the other end of the communication line, the sound of a robotic arm operating could be heard.
Immediately afterwards, the priest's voice suddenly rose in pitch.
"Wait, advisor! Anomaly data detected!"
"His physical functions are deteriorating to zero, but the activity of his cerebral cortex is increasing exponentially—he is resisting death!"
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"In his subconscious, there seems to be an obsession that is frantically stimulating his dying glands to secrete an unknown biological enzyme."
"A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—as an advisor."
"If he could be given a sufficiently strong mental stimulus before he died, it might trigger a fusion reaction between adrenaline and Tyron Bio-hormones."
"The rejection energy generated in that instant could very well allow me to detect that highly active antibody enzyme, which can neutralize the plague virus—"
Lowe did not listen to the priest's lengthy technical explanation.
He astutely grasped the core logic of this matter:
Alpha needs a "stimulus" to complete the experiment.
The woman holding a knife to his throat was precisely the "trigger."
"Destruction will be suspended for now."
In an instant, Mary was no longer a troublesome family member.
She was no longer a pitiful pregnant woman.
She became an indispensable "biocatalyst".
A key investment that allows an asset on the verge of obsolescence to extract its last remaining value.
Quickly returning inside, Rowe said to Mary, "Put the knife down. I'll take you to see him."
Mary was stunned. "Really?"
"I never joke about this kind of thing. But the way he looks right now will give you nightmares. If you're mentally prepared, come along."
"If you vomit or faint in a moment, I will have someone throw you out immediately."
The scissors in Mary's hand fell to the ground with a "clang".
She didn't bother wiping the blood off her neck.
He grabbed a coat and stumbled after Luo Wei.
The seventh granary has two underground floors.
Countless complex pipes coiled on the ceiling, emitting a low, unsettling hum.
Through the thick, one-way, explosion-proof glass, Mary finally saw the husband she had been longing for day and night.
He was positioned in a "T" shape and fixed to a cold metal dissection table.
His limbs were locked in alloy shackles, and his body was covered with various transparent tubes.
The green plague virus solution was being slowly injected into his body.
It produced a violent rejection reaction against his own dark purple blood.
The skin on half of his body had begun to ulcerate and turn black.
Beneath it, fleshy buds were writhing wildly.
Because his vocal cords had been removed, he could only make a series of airflow sounds from his wide-open mouth.
"He is... my husband?"
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Mary's hands were pressed tightly against the glass.
She didn't scream or break down.
Tears welled up silently in her eyes, instantly wetting her cheeks.
Standing to the side, Luo Wei glanced at the data on the monitor.
"Test results confirmed."
Father Alpha reported to Lowe.
"Mary, the person being tested, shows no signs of gene stealer infection. All her physiological indicators fall within the category of pure human."
"This means that, through long-term cohabitation, Sample 004 suppressed the Tyranids' reproductive instincts with willpower and did not give Mary the 'holy kiss'."
The priest paused.
It seems to be dealing with this logical paradox: "In biology—this is an illogical miracle. Teren's biological instincts are absolute, yet he defied the will of the species for the sake of an individual."
Lo Wei did not respond.
In this cold universe, "love" is often seen as a synonym for weakness.
However, at certain specific moments, it can unleash a power that even mechanical logic cannot explain.
However, for Lowe, this only meant that the "specificity" of the sample had been verified.
"Let's begin," Rowe commanded. "Open the sunshade."
The lights in the laboratory suddenly turned on.
The fourth-generation hybrid, whose consciousness was already blurred and whose pupils were beginning to dilate due to the torment of pain, instinctively wanted to close his eyes the moment the light changed.
But out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure outside the glass wall.
Wearing a coat that had been patched countless times, with tears streaming down his face, he looked at the blind man.
His wife, Mary.
"Beep, beep, beep!!!"
The heart rate monitor immediately sounded an alarm.
The originally gentle waveform has turned into a straight line soaring into the sky.
On the experimental table, the dying monster struggled violently.
The alloy shackles creaked.
Beneath the already festering skin of the fourth-generation hybrid, rows of purple blood vessels bulged, spreading like tree roots throughout its body.
He wanted to touch Mary.
He wanted to speak.
He wanted to tell her to run away, to get out of this hell.
All emotions.
All obsessions.
At this moment, it transforms into the most intense chemical reaction within the organism.
Adrenaline and dopamine;
The long-suppressed Tylen Bio-hormones.
A nuclear fusion-like collision occurred in his blood.
"Energy readings have exceeded critical levels!"
"Active enzymes are being produced in large quantities!"
Father Alpha's three mechanical tentacles danced wildly on the control panel, his eyes flashing red.
"extract!"
A dozen or so needles are manipulated by a robotic arm.
It precisely pierced the heart, spine, and glands of the fourth-generation hybrid.
"hiss!!!"
The fourth-generation mixed-race man tilted his head back.
It let out its final, silent roar.
His body reached its limit amidst violent convulsions.
Purple light burst forth from his eyes, mouth, and nose.
"Bang!"
A dull thud.
Amid Mary's heart-wrenching screams.
This was the man who used to bring her a fake flower on his way home from get off work.
This is the man who secretly uses a branding iron to burn his thigh in the middle of the night to stay awake.
This man, in order to fight against the will of the insect hive, reluctantly drank a highly toxic industrial sedative.
It turned into a gloomy cloud of blood mist.
Only those eyes remained open until the very last moment.
Those cloudy, bloodshot eyes.
She gazed at the glass wall with a tender yet desperate look.
Gazing at Mary's slightly protruding belly —
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