Chapter 23 Chapter 23 Bathroom Floor

The outer shell can only be recognized by the genetic blueprint when it reaches a certain thickness, and then the genetic blueprint begins to continuously supply energy for the growth of the neoplastic body.Cells divide and divide and divide like a never-ending engine.The internal organs are beginning to take shape, but it will take time for them to fully develop.With the host still providing all the nutrients and warmth, most of the internal organs just have to wait - now the most important thing is to supply the needs of the tentacles, tail and brain. The brain is still developing rapidly, but it will take a long time to form a thinking similar to intelligent creatures.Tentacles, however, are quite a simple design.They meander around like wildfire, spreading into the body of their host.The tentacles find the host's nerve cells, especially the dendrites, and they are tightly intertwined with them like clasped fingers.

Slowly, the body begins to tentatively release complex compounds called neurotransmitters into the synaptic cleft between the antennae and dendrites.Each neurotransmitter is a signal—they sneak into the receptor structure of the axon, like inserting a key into a lock, causing that nerve cell to produce a neurotransmitter with its own special signal.During the host's normal sensory process, this action leads to an electrochemical chain reaction in which the signals continually cycle through the nervous system until they reach the host's brain.This process - from the moment the signal is released until it reaches the brain - takes less than a thousandth of a second.

Although not yet possessing independent consciousness, the organisms in Perry's body that were still in the rudimentary growth stage could feel that they were under attack.They instinctively begin to grow rapidly.The tail has already started a phase transition.Special cells begin to grow to ensure that the body can serve as their protective umbrella longer until they are fully developed. The remaining six organisms began to grow uncontrollably while the host passed out on the bathroom floor. The cool linoleum floor felt comfortable on Perry's face.He really doesn't want to sit up.As long as he lay still, the pain was no longer so unbearable.

When was the last time he fell asleep?eight years ago?No, it was nine years ago.Father smashed the back of his head with a bottle full of wild turkey whiskey.As a result, he had seven stitches in his head. Does it hurt more when his father beats him with a wine bottle?That was a long time ago, and no pain seemed to compare to the pain in his head now.He tried to sit up, but the move made the pain unabated, 10 times worse than a tequila hangover. He feels sick.Every struggle to straighten up triggers waves of headaches.He felt like he was going to throw up, and his stomach was overwhelmed.

He raised his hand and carefully touched the swollen forehead. Fortunately, there was no bleeding, but he felt a lump the size of half a golf ball on his forehead. He realized that the pants were still hanging around his ankles, making it harder for him to sit up.He recalled what had just happened, yet another joke from a chat at a party.He moved slowly, trying to lift his jeans up.The room was dim, with blurred light and shadow. Perry grabbed the toilet seat, trying to brace himself, trying to get up.The toilet was shaking so badly that the front edge of the oval seat was split in two.There is no doubt that this is the masterpiece of his brain.

His stomach churned again and he couldn't control it anymore.Perry vomited wildly into the toilet, the acidic water mixed with gastric juice and floated in a pool of filth, and the sound of retching was washed away in the toilet.His clenched stomach finally relaxed a little, allowing him to breathe, but the pain in his head made his throat tight again. His eyes were closed, and his head was buzzing with pain, making him moan weakly.The pain made him unable to move as if he was wearing a tight jacket.He didn't even have the strength to get up and find some painkillers. He suddenly remembered hearing that people vomit when they're hit with a concussion.He wondered how boxers or NFL players endured such pain.No matter how high the salary is, he doesn't want to experience this feeling.

There was another nausea in his stomach, and he vomited heart-piercingly into the turbid toilet again.The rancid smell filled the entire bathroom in an instant.The smell made him sicker, made his head hurt even more, and made him feel a little more like throwing up. "Maybe I did some child molestation in my previous life." Perry muttered to himself. He felt sick again.The bile had been vomited up, but his stomach didn't care.The turmoil in his stomach made him bend his back and bury half of his head deeply in the toilet. His face twitched like his contracting stomach diaphragm.His stomach really didn't want to stop for a moment, making it difficult for him to breathe.When he finally relaxes, fresh air rushing into his lungs, he opens blurry tears, but then the pain overwhelms him again, like a trailer truck whizzing by at 70 miles an hour, crushing a carcass. Small raccoons in general.His vision went dark, and he collapsed onto the cold linoleum floor.