Chapter 10 6-1

By the time Orson and I emerged from the sand and onto the rocky road, we were surrounded by a thick fog.The fog was hundreds of feet deep, and although occasionally a silvery white moonlight penetrated through the clouds and fog to the ground, the gray scene in front of me was more confusing than the starless and moonless night. The lights of the city were gone. Dense fog causes auditory confusion.I vaguely heard the faint sound of the waves, but the sound came from all directions, making people feel like they were on an island surrounded by the sea instead of a peninsula. I dare not ride in such low visibility.Visibility in front of the eyes has remained in the range of zero to six feet.Although there are no trees or other obstacles in the Bay Point area, if you are not careful, you may lose your way and rush out of the big slope by the beach by mistake; If I overturned in the front, if I braked suddenly, I would immediately fall head-down from the bicycle and fall on the beach. I would either break my limbs or sprain my neck.

Also, for balance and speed, I had to hold onto the handlebars with both hands, which meant temporarily keeping the pistol in my pocket.Especially after talking with Bobby, I was even more reluctant to let the gun out of my hand for a moment. In the thick fog, something might appear around me at any time without knowing it. After I found out, it would be too late to draw the gun from my pocket. I tried to keep my pace as light as possible, pushing the bicycle with my left hand, pretending to be at ease, and Olsen was slightly ahead of me.It is very cautious, and it is never wise to whistle in a graveyard.It looks left and right from time to time.

The ticking of the axles of the wheels and the chains clearly gave away my whereabouts, and the only way to silence the noise was to lift the bike and carry it with me, but I'm afraid I can't get very far with one hand. Besides, it probably doesn't matter if there's noise or not, monkeys are sensitive creatures, able to detect the slightest movement; in fact, they can easily find me by smell alone. Orson could smell their location, too.In such a foggy night, I can only vaguely see its black body, but I can't tell whether the mane on its neck has been erected in fright, if so, it clearly shows that the monkey is nearby .

As I walked, I mused on the differences between these monkeys and common rhesus monkeys. In terms of appearance alone, at least the one that appeared in Angela's kitchen looked like a normal rhesus monkey, although it was considered to be the largest of its kind.All she said was, "It has horrible tawny eyes." But as far as I know, that's a pretty normal eye color for primates.Bobby didn't mention any strange features either, other than the grotesque and unusually burly Monkey King, there was no deformed head, no third eye on the forehead, and no stitches on the neck to indicate that they were not Victor Frankenstein synthesized in the secret laboratory of Dr. Vctor Frankenstein's great-great-great-granddaughter Heller Frankenstein (Heather Frankenstein).

The leader of the classified project at Fort Werven was concerned whether Ambera had been scratched or bitten by the monkey.Judging from those scientists' fears, the monkey might have carried some kind of contagious virus through blood, saliva or other bodily fluids.That's why they forced her to do a routine medical examination.For four years, they forced her to take regular blood tests every month, saying the incubation period for the disease could be long. Biochemical warfare, the leaders of every country on the planet unanimously deny that their country is preparing for such a terrorist war.They chanted the holy name of God, talked about the judgment of history, signed a thick treaty against biological and chemical weapons, and vowed never to engage in such inferior research or weapon development.Meanwhile, countries are secretly busy concocting anthrax cocktails, packaging bubonic plague liquefaction sprayers, developing astonishing numbers of new viruses and bacteria, scientists are in high demand, including jobless centers with long queues around the world Not a single unemployed scientist to be found here.

What I can't understand is why they forced Angela to have a vasectomy.Yes, some diseases can infect the fetus along with the mother, but according to Angela's description, I don't know It is believed that these people in Fort Werwin forced her to be sterilized on the grounds of concern for her or the fetus.Their motivation is obviously not love, but panic caused by overinflated fear. I asked Angela if that monkey had an infectious disease.Her answer dismissed the claim: "I'd rather it be a disease than it is. Maybe I'm cured by now, or maybe I'm dead. Death is better than what comes next."

If not disease, then what is it? Suddenly, that sharp cry sounded again, piercing layers of thick fog and shaking me out of my contemplation. Olsen's body trembled with fright, and he stopped completely at the moment.I also stopped, and the ticking of the wheels suddenly turned into silence. The call seemed to come from the west and south sides, and after a while, a call echoed the former. According to my judgment, the source of the sound should be from the north and east sides.We are clearly surrounded. Since the transmission of the sound in the dense fog is quite confusing, I can't exactly judge the distance of the source of the sound, only that they are not far away.

In the darkness, the sound of the sea tide came in bursts as regularly as a heartbeat.Didn't know Sasha was playing Chris at this time.Which Isaac song. Ourson started moving again, and I followed, faster than before.At this juncture, indecision can only do harm, not good.We are all in danger until we leave this desolate peninsula and return to the city - and even if we return to the city, we are not necessarily safe. We hadn't advanced thirty or forty feet when the eerie cry sounded again, echoing back and forth as before. This time we went ahead regardless. My heart beat faster, and I kept reassuring myself that they were just monkeys, not carnivorous animals, they only ate fruits, berries and stone fruits, and they were peaceful animals, but my heartbeat still couldn't slow down.

Suddenly, strangely, Angela's tragic face came to mind.Only then did I understand what I had misread when I first saw her body.Her throat looked like it had been cut several times in succession with a blunt knife, as the wounds were rather uneven.In fact, it was not cut by a knife, but the mark of being chewed off after being bitten.At that time, I was standing at the door of the bathroom, and I was very reluctant to see her death. Only now did I really take a closer look at her wounds. Not only that, I vaguely remember that there were other wounds on her body, but I didn't have the courage to look closely at that time.There are obvious bite marks on her hands, and what appears to be a gash on her face.

It's a monkey, but no ordinary monkey. The suspicious behavior of these murderers-including playing tricks with porcelain dolls and playing hide-and-seek-seems very similar to the tricks of urchins.In those few rooms of Angela's house, there must have been no less than one monkey hiding. Because of its small size, it can easily hide in places that ordinary people cannot hide, and move at lightning speed. Another cry sounded in the mist, echoed by low, loud noises from two different sources. Ourson and I continued briskly forward, but I tried not to run.If I had run, they might have interpreted my haste as fear.For hunting animals, fear represents weakness, and if they find that I am vulnerable, they are likely to attack.

I gripped the Glock tightly in my hand, as if my hand and the pistol had been welded together. But I have no idea how many monkeys there are in this group, maybe only two to four, maybe ten, maybe more.Considering that I've never fired a shot - save for that totally accidental shot earlier - I probably wouldn't be able to take out all the monkeys before I was overwhelmed. I don't want to spoil my feverish imagination, but I can't help but wonder what the teeth of a rhesus monkey look like, are they all molars?No way, even herbivores (assuming rhesus monkeys are herbivores) need to bite the fruit skin, core or husk.They must have had incisors, and even canines, just like humans.Although these strange monkeys took the initiative to attack Angela, the rhesus monkeys themselves did not play the role of hunters in evolution, so they did not have fangs.However, some orangutans do have tusks.baboons are For example, their teeth look both powerful and sinister.All in all, the power of the rhesus macaque bite is unquestionable, because regardless of the structure of their teeth, they had already killed Angela with them.Freeman came to prove that they have the ability to kill, and fast and hard. At first I just heard or felt them running around a few feet to my right.Later, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of a vague black figure approaching me quietly and quickly on the ground. I turned to face the direction of the shadow, and suddenly something passed by my legs, and before I could see it clearly, it disappeared into the thick fog. Olson let out a low cry, but he was obviously very restrained, as if it only wanted to issue a warning and did not want to provoke a confrontation.It faces the thick fog that hits the side of the bicycle like a huge wave. I guess if I have a flashlight in my hand now, I will see it not only the hair on the neck, but every hair on the whole body is straight and straight. erect. I looked low, near the ground, thinking I might see those shining tawny eyes Ahn Rah described.As a result, what appeared in the mist in an instant was a black figure about the same size as me, even taller than me.Indistinctly, the shape is indistinct, it looks like an angel of death floating in a nightmare, there is no substance, only imagery.The more mysterious he is, the more frightening he is.No sad eyes, no clear facial features, no obvious appearance, is it human?Is it an ape?Or neither?The leader of the monkey group appeared before my eyes and then disappeared instantly. Ourson and I stopped again. I slowly turned my head and looked around the foggy surroundings, hoping to hear a little movement, but the movements of these monkeys were as silent as the drifting fog. I feel like a dive day trapped in the depths of the sea, stuck in a turbulent current filled with plankton and seaweed, and at this very moment I catch a glimpse of a shark looking for prey, and I just stay where I am Sitting around waiting to die. I felt something brush the back of my thigh and pull at the bottom of my pants, I knew it wasn't Orson because I heard it making an evil hiss.I kicked it hard, but it missed.Before I could see what it looked like, it disappeared into the white mist. Olson also barked in surprise, it seems that it also encountered a similar situation. "Hey, come here." I said in a panic, and it immediately walked to my side. I let the bike drop with a thud to the sand.Then I held the pistol in both hands and turned 360 degrees in a circle, looking for suspicious targets. Panicked and angry yells followed, and it was recognizable as the cries of monkeys, there were at least six of them. If I killed one of them, the rest of the monkeys might run away in fright.But they could also react like the orange-eating monkey, who flew into a rage when he saw An Yanla waving the broom, which aroused their anger and aggression in vain. In any case, the current visibility is close to zero. Without seeing their eyes and shadows at all, I dare not shoot randomly into the thick fog, wasting ammunition in vain.When they run out of ammunition, it's as easy for them to catch me as to get a bag. The chirping and chirping calls suddenly stopped in unison. At this moment, even the sound of the sea tide was covered by the dense fog. I could only hear Orson's rapid panting and my own breathless breathing, but I couldn't hear anything else. The leader of the monkey group loomed again from the gray mist, and it swooped down as if it had grown wings. Of course, this flying movement was entirely due to my illusion. Olsen roared, and I backed up covertly. I accidentally touched the laser sight, and a beam of red light pierced through the fog.In this, the leader of the monkey group always looks vague, like a shadow whizzing past a frost-covered window.Before I could point the red heart at it, it had completely disappeared into the white mist. I thought of the pile of skulls I saw on the steps of the flood channel. The people who collected the skulls might not be bad teenagers.The possibility of monkeys lining up to display their trophies is unnerving. The more I thought about it, the more horrified I was. Orson's and I's skulls would also become their display items. Our flesh would be stripped off, our eyes would be gouged out, and only bare bones would remain. Suddenly a squeaking monkey jumped out of the thick fog and onto Olson's back. Olsen barked wildly, turned his head from side to side hastily, and gnashed his teeth angrily, trying desperately to bite the monkey He took a sip, and at the same time kept shaking his body, trying to drive the uninvited guest away. The distance between us is very close, even under the harsh light and thick fog, its yellow eyes are still clearly visible, looking bright, cold and powerful.It stared at me without fear, and I didn't dare to shoot rashly, for fear of shooting Olsen by mistake in a panic. The monkey was forced to jump off before he could get a foothold on Orson's back, and he turned his twenty-five pounds of strong muscle and frame to grab me hard. To my chest, clutching my leather jacket, if I shot at it I would probably injure myself at the same time. At that moment, we faced each other, my eyes met its murderous eyes.It bared its teeth, hissed viciously, and exhaled a sickly, pungent halitosis.It's a monkey, but it's not a monkey. The weirdness in those unscrupulous eyes is especially frightening. It snapped off my hat, and I quickly hit it with the butt of my gun, and it jumped to the ground grabbing the hat, and I kicked it, and the kick kicked right away, knocking the hat out of its hands.It screamed loudly, scrambled and fled into the thick fog, and disappeared without a trace. Orson ran after him, barking loudly, completely forgetting to be afraid.I call it back.It doesn't listen either. Then the leader of the monkey group reappeared, moving faster than last time. Its appearance was twisted and twisted, and it looked like a cape fluttering in the wind. After it appeared, it disappeared suddenly, but its short stay It was enough for Olson to give up the idea of ​​pursuing him. "Oh my God," I said, startled, watching Orson groan as he backed away from me. I snatched my hat from the ground, but instead of putting it back on top immediately, I took it apart and stuffed it into the inside pocket of my jacket. With lingering fear, I reluctantly told myself that it was okay, I was okay, I wasn't bitten.If I was scratched, how could I not feel any tingling, not even on my face or hands.It's okay, I didn't get scratched, thank God.If the infectious agent those monkeys carry is only contagious through bodily fluid contact, then I should not be infected. When we were face to face, though, I smelled its pungent halitosis and inhaled its exhalation.If the pathogen was airborne, I must have bought myself a one-way ticket to the morgue. A faint clang sounded behind me, and I turned abruptly to find that my bicycle was being dragged into the thick fog by an unknown object.The bicycle lay flat on the ground, the spokes of the wheels combed through the fine sand during the dragging process, and only the rear wheel remained in sight.In the nick of time, I leaned over and grabbed the wheel with one hand. The car thief hiding in the white fog and I started a tug-of-war, and I won easily, showing that my opponent was just a rhesus monkey or two, not their burly leader.I put the bike upright, leaned against my side, and raised the pistol again. Olsen also came back to me. Nervously, he urinates again, letting out the last drop of beer in his stomach.I'm surprised I didn't wet my pants in fright. For a while, I was gasping for breath and trembling involuntarily. Even if Cord held the pistol with both hands, he couldn't prevent the muzzle from shaking up and down.Then, gradually, I regained my composure, and my heart stopped beating like it was going to pop out of my ribs. The gray wall of fog slid past ghostly and silently, like an endless fleet of ghosts, driven by some mysterious supernatural force.There was no creak, no shriek, no sigh of the wind, no murmur of the tide.I feel like a ghost who died without knowing it, standing on the corridor of the exit of life, waiting for the door of the last judgment to open in front of me. Finally, with the game apparently over for the time being, I pushed my bicycle east along the Bay Point, pistol in one hand and Small Steps by my side. Those monkeys are still watching us, but they keep a long distance from us. There are no shadows in the white mist anymore, but I know they are still there, and they can do whatever they like. It's a monkey, but it's not a monkey. It's obviously escaped from Fort Werwin. The end of the world is coming, Angela said so. Not fire.Not ice.Worse than that. Monkey, monkey will cause the end of the world.The primate apocalypse is at hand. Armadam.End, epilogue, Amecca (that is, the last letter of Greek), Judgment Day, close the door and turn on all the lights. It's just crazy.Every time, I managed to put the facts together in a reasonable order, only to be completely overthrown by the incomprehensible waves without thinking. Bobby's attitude, his strong determination to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and his insistence on enjoying peace and tranquility have always been regarded as unsatisfactory life choices by me.Now it seems that his choice is not only unsatisfactory, but also logical and full of wisdom, presumably the result of careful consideration. Since I didn't expect to live to be an adult, my parents kept me playing. Growing up in an environment of pleasure, sensuality, and carelessness taught me to live in the present without thinking about the future: in short, they taught me to trust God, to trust God's plan for me and everyone in this life; Be thankful for your flaws, talents, and gifts, because they have their own way.Of course, they also recognized the importance of training me to discipline myself and taught me to respect others.But, in fact, when you truly believe that life has a spiritual dimension, that you are a well-designed part of an entire mysterious cosmic platter, you do so naturally.Although the chances of me outliving my parents are low, my parents still prepared for my future when I was first diagnosed with XP, and they bought a good amount of life insurance, which now provides for me. I have quite enough living expenses, even if I don't earn a dime from writing books and publishing articles from now on, it doesn't matter.Born to play, enjoyment, and beautiful things, doomed to be unable to work all my life, doomed to not have to bear heavy responsibilities like ordinary people, I can give up writing and just be a punk who only knows how to surf all day long. bobby.Haigangwei is simply a workaholic, like a Chinese cabbage with a heart, he doesn't know what pleasure is.Furthermore, I can embrace a lazy life to my heart's content without feeling any guilt or shame, and without experiencing remorse and suspicion of conscience, because I have cultivated the primitive humanity of human beings before they were expelled from the Garden of Eden since I was a child.Just as someone is born a man and someone is born a woman, my life is also manipulated by fate. Due to my XP syndrome, I feel more deeply about destiny than anyone else. This realization brings great benefits Mind liberated. That's it, I took my bicycle and walked eastward along the peninsula, continuing to change and try to make sense of everything I saw and heard after sunset. Before Orson and I were attacked by the monkeys, I had been trying to figure out what was different about the monkeys; now let me return to the original puzzle.These bold, deliberate monkeys are a far cry from the generally shy, simple-minded rhesus monkeys.The most obvious difference is that they have a fiery temper and a ferocious nature.But a propensity for violence was not the main trait that differentiated the two species of monkeys; it was an effect, not a cause.I see the most important difference between the two, but I can't explain it and don't want to think about it much. The thick white mist is still condensed around, but it has a tendency to gradually flood.Amidst the chaos, dim lights loomed, the lights of buildings and street lamps by the sea. Seeing the lights of civilization, Olson let out a low moan of joy—or maybe it was a sigh of relief, although being in the city doesn't mean it's safer. When we came to Embarcadero Boulevard completely out of South Bay Point, I stopped and took out the hat stuffed in my jacket pocket. time. Olsen secretly looked up at me, tilted his head with a concerned expression, and then gave a grunt, as if to express his approval.After all, he was a dog like a man, and part of his self-image depended on the modesty of my manners and grooming. Visibility suddenly rose to a hundred feet or so with the illumination of street lamps, and the thick fog surged into the streets like ghostly waves of the ancient Dead Sea; the golden light passed from one droplet to the next. . Even if the monkey group wanted to continue to follow us, they couldn't come and go openly, and they had to keep a long distance so that they wouldn't be easily spotted.Like the characters in Poe's The Murders in the Rue Morgue, they can only creep around in parks, unlit alleys, balconies, fences and rooftops. It was late at night, and there were no pedestrians or vehicles on the street at this moment.The whole city looked like ruins. My whole body was shrouded in an uneasy premonition. The empty streets in front of me seemed to indicate that a terrible catastrophe would come to Moonlight Bay in the near future.our little city Ran is doing rehearsals for playing Ghost City. I got on my bike and headed north on Embarcadero Boulevard.The man who contacted me through Sasha on the radio is now waiting for me on his yacht in the marina. As I pedaled through the deserted streets, my mind couldn't help but return to the theme of New Age monkeys.I'm sure I've figured out the difference between rhesus monkeys and these weird nocturnal monkeys, but I'm terribly reluctant to accept the fact that there seems to be no other explanation for the fact that these monkeys are far more intelligent than normal monkeys. Much smarter than ordinary monkeys, really smart. They understood Barbin's motives for taking the camera, so they stole it, even his new one. They can recognize my face among the thirty dolls in Anyanla's studio, and use that doll to scare me.Afterwards, they even know how to set fire to cover up the murder. The bigwigs at Fort Werven must be doing some kind of germ warfare research, but that still doesn't explain why the monkeys in their lab are smarter than the average monkey. How smart do you have to be to be "extremely smart"?They may not be smart enough to win a game of wits!Probably not smart enough to teach a college-level course in poetics. Become a successful radio station manager, spot surfing tips around the world or write a New York Times bestseller, but they're smart enough to make them perhaps the most dangerous and elusive pests humans have ever seen.Think about the catastrophe that rats, with their ability to multiply rapidly, would do to humans if they were half as smart as humans and knew how to avoid mousetraps and rat poison. Are these strange monkeys really laboratory deserters?Are they allowed to roam around because they are too smart to catch?If so, why did they become so smart in the first place?What exactly do they want?What conspiracy do they have?Why not launch a large-scale capture operation to track and surround them, and then put them all back in stronger cages, so that they have no chance to escape? Could it be that they are just tools manipulated by some plotters in Fort Weiwen?Like police dogs trained by police units.Or like the dolphins that the Navy uses to detect enemy submarines, and according to rumors, they are even used to carry magnetized explosives to the hulls of enemy ships for placement. Thousands of questions are swirling in my mind.Each is equally insane. Depending on the answer, the process of improving the IQ of these strange monkeys may be extremely shocking. Considering their ferocity and inherent hostility, one can't help but worry about the potential catastrophe of human civilization. The end of the world predicted by Ann's acting skills may not be nonsense. If I know the truth, if one day, my assessment may be more pessimistic than hers.It's a pity that Doomsday found Angela first. My hunch is that the monkey is just part of the whole story.They are only a chapter of the epic, not the whole of the epic.There are many more terrifying things to be discovered. All the evils that eroded humanity—wars, pests, diseases, famines, floods—that poured out of Pandora’s Box seemed nothing compared to the secret plans of Castle Werwin. On the way to the marina pier, I accidentally rode so fast that Orson couldn't keep up with me.I saw it running forward with all its strength, beating its ears up and down, panting like a cow, but it was still lagging behind. Frankly speaking, the real reason for me to slam my bicycle was not to rush to Marina Pier as soon as possible, but subconsciously wanting to run ahead of this terrifying wave.However, no matter how hard I pedal, I can never escape, and I can't run away from anything but my dog. Remembering my father's warning before he died, I stopped stepping on the pedal and let the bicycle slide forward so that Olsen could easily catch up with me. Never leave your friends behind.Friends are the only companions who can help us get through this life—they are the only things in this life we ​​hope to see in the next. Furthermore, the best way to fight the big wind and waves is to ride it at zero point, step on the waves boldly, slide along the water surface into the temple without flowers, enjoy the thrill of being completely surrounded by green waves, and step on the surfboard from beginning to end Riding the wind and waves, crying out in pain, without any fear at all.Not only is it cool to do so, it's a modern classic. The gentle waves passed through the pillars supporting the pier, and gently slapped the seawall, making a soft sound like skin contacting skin on a honeymoon bed.The moist air was faintly fragrant, mingled with the salty smell of sea water, fresh seaweed, wood oil, rust, and some indistinguishable smells.