Dr. Peters stopped by a force deep in his heart, including the canister she carried on her shoulders, and the life and death of all crew members was less important than the back she had seen. The small back harshly occupied all her thoughts and eliminated all emotions without any scruples. She stopped, threw down the canister, and hurriedly ran towards the figure, like a hooked fish. She stepped into the engine compartment covered with huge spikes without hesitation, and the slowly rotating spherical hyperspace engine occupied all her vision - as if reminding something, she saw the pale, thin, sick son open his arms towards her - the idea of ​​finding the boy became extremely anxious at this moment, causing her to breathe rapidly. She subconsciously walked through the bridge above the cooling pool and drilled into the repair passage on the other side.

She saw the boy flashing by, as if he was waiting for her, to guide her to the end she expected. She came to the place where the figure disappeared, a straight ladder leading straight to the height of the engine compartment. When she looked up and saw the boy in a white down jacket running past the grid floor, she chased him without hesitation. Climbing and chasing exhausted her, and the labyrinth-like interlaced passage made her dizzy, until she saw the boy stop and stood and smiled at her.

At that moment, her sense of happiness filled her whole body and she couldn't help but relax.

She completely forgot where she was, completely forgot Captain Miller's orders, the videos she saw, the fear of Lieutenant Smith, and even the bloody and dying Justin just wanted to let everything in this world wrap her thoughts. All she could remember was her son, the poor, thin disabled boy, the boy who could never stand up and play with her peers - at this moment she saw the boy standing in front of her, extremely healthy, and at this moment, as a mother, she was shrouded in a huge sense of happiness. She just wanted to hug the boy, kiss his cheek, hear him say he loves her, and then tell the boy that he had been missing him - she wanted to tell him that he could enjoy everything that all his peers should enjoy, and she would never leave him again. Because she was his mother, she loved him forever.

She did not hear, did not see, and the nightmare was dancing in ecstasy in the shadows, sprinkling malicious and poisonous saliva and body fluids. They longed to satisfy the insatiable hunger, and they waited for the weak-willed to walk onto the altar to offer the soul, and blasphemed all the self-esteem and beautiful emotions, thoughts and civilizations created by the intelligent beings in the sacrifice of the sea of ​​souls. She only saw the boy standing not far away, and she wanted to give him a hug, as the ship said it was expecting.

Dr. Peters did this, and she walked up to hug her son.

Falling, almost never stops falling, as if another moment. The steel grid deck rotated and rose in front of her eyes. It was not until the moment she hit the pipe that she realized that she was falling. She had only time to let out a terror, a short scream, and even the severe pain of fracture, and she smashed into the cooling pool of the engine compartment. The violent impact caused the bones all over her body to break, and blood squeezed out from the broken skin and broken bones. Her body sank like a rag doll in the cooling pool full of blood. Her blurred vision could only see the boy standing high.

He was squatting there and looking down at her until she let out her last breath in her lungs, until adrenaline could no longer push her heart, and he turned away with satisfaction. Time was meaningless to it, but the seven years waiting at the edge of the solar system allowed it to learn to endure, which instinctively longed for more prey, but it also knew that it would lose more prey without any concealing its hunger. But now it no longer needed patience, and it found a way to get more prey from the soul of the sacrifice, and there was a whole planet waiting for it to hunt. Soon, the apostle it selected would come here, and he came here according to his call.

When Dr. Will ran into the engine compartment, the first thing he saw was not Peters lying in blood and water, but the slow-rotating giant engine. Until the smell of blood and the terrible corpse awakened him, the kind side of human nature was like a candle lit in the dark storm, providing a faint light.

He touched the body with residual heat in horror, even if the mixture of blood and coolant was covered with his body.

He saw Dr. Peters' eyes completely turned black, which may be the product of the clotting blood vessels in his eyeballs after the blood smeared, or it may be just a matter of light, but he felt that the eyes were extremely terrifying, and he just wanted to stand up and stay away from all this. But a voice stopped him, his extremely familiar voice. He stood up slowly, looked around, and took a step forward involuntarily. He came to a bathroom with white tiles and white waterproof pads.

This is his home.

"Claire?" He held his breath and called his wife carefully. He saw himself in front of the mirror - a middle-aged man with messy hair and a terrified expression, with blood and water stuck to his dark blue space uniform - he saw more than that, but also her wife. She was wearing an indigo printed nightgown, and her face was still so beautiful under her short brown curly hair. Dr. Will smiled, "It's me, I'm home."

The woman didn't hear it, and she applied lipstick in front of the mirror.

"I wasn't with you when you needed me." Dr. Will walked to the woman and tried to speak softly, "I'm sorry, I let my work get in the way." The next moment, the woman came to the bathtub and reached in to flirt. Dr. Will couldn't remember how Claire sat next to the bathtub, but he knew what would happen next.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Claire, don't!"

Amid Dr. Will's plea, the woman took off her bathrobe and lay in the warm water.

I don't know how long it took, Dr. Will could no longer remember. He only remembered his constant begging and pain, but he could not stop Claire from cutting his wrist. When he came to his senses, he only saw Claire's pale body lying in the crimson blood, his eyelids slightly opened, and his beautiful brown curly hair dispersed in the water, just like what he saw when he returned home that day, but at that time Claire had been soaked in the water for several days, and the swollen corpse was stuffed with the bathtub. Huge pain and guilt swept across his body, like poison poured into blood vessels, he could only kneel on the ground and cry, begging himself not to experience it again. Then he saw Claire in the mirror, the living, beautiful Claire. Time and time, she was always lying in the bloody bathtub, he could only watch her gradually expand, rot, and emit a foul smell.

"I've always been sorry..."

"Billy, it's okay." The voice relieved the pain. He saw a pair of clean, slender, woman-owned feet parked in front of him. He raised his head and saw Claire with his empty eye sockets, smiling at him. "Can you be with me, okay?"

She reached out to Dr. Will, and he held it without hesitation.

Dr. Will, kneeling in the engine cooling pool, used all his strength to squeeze out the crazy scream that humans could not make from his throat. He saw everything. He saw the insignificance of human beings and the intentions of the ship. He saw the fate that all intelligent creatures in the universe thought they could get rid of but could never escape. He saw the end of the complete collapse of the universe and time, and the crazy, indescribable gods laughing in the ruins of the atomic hot soup that does not exist. He saw too much and had to scream and dig out his eyes with his nails, just like when they saw the scarred body when they first boarded the ship.

Just like Claire.

Where they are going, they do not need lower visual organs evolved from the earth's organisms.

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Lieutenant Smith smashed all the cans he had obtained on the table and hurriedly pressed the call button on the center console. He was the first person to return to the Lewis and Clark, and no one wanted to leave the evil ship more than he did, and he felt that it was not a good place from the beginning.

"Cooper, how long will it take? I want to leave here as soon as possible!"

Lieutenant Cooper, wearing a space suit, set up the last piece of skin with a nail gun for space maintenance. Under the action of characteristic glue and rivets, the air tightness of the Lewis and Clark was guaranteed again. Lieutenant Cooper glanced around and confirmed that there was no repaired skin. He nodded with satisfaction, "You can kiss my butt, because I'm almost repaired. You can leave after packing up the tools. At most two minutes."

"knew."

Lieutenant Smith stuck the chewing gum in his mouth to the call screen. He also wanted to change the canister, but the sound of the airlock opening attracted his attention. Walking forward a few steps, he saw through the observation window that Dr. Will was standing in front of the airlock connecting the arm. "Dr. Will!" He chased and shouted, "Stop! Go back to the boat quickly!" No matter how he shouted, Dr. Will passed through the airlock without looking back and walked into the connecting arm. "Damn." A bad premonition swept across his body. Lieutenant Smith quickly pressed the call button, "Captain Miller, please answer when you hear it!"

"What's the matter, Smith?"

"I think Dr. Will has tampered with the Lewis and Clark, sir."

Lieutenant Smith's intuition has always been terrifyingly accurate, just as he showed disgust with the Event Horizon from the beginning. Whether it was Justin's encounter or the restoration of the navigation logs, Smith's intuition was very credible, especially on the ship. Miller believed him without hesitation. As soon as he lowered his head, he found that the directional blast bomb used to separate the cockpit and the engine compartment of the long bridge of the Event Horizon was missing, and the exposed wires collided with each other, shorted, and flashed with electric sparks. Thinking of what Dr. Will said before leaving, this discovery made him extremely frightened.

"Smith, get out of there!"

"Say it again, sir?"

"There is no bomb, maybe Will has placed it on the Lewis and Clark!"

"Impossible, the ship has just been repaired!"

Lieutenant Smith swallowed and began to rummage everywhere. At the same time, Captain Miller immediately ran to the connecting arm. "Where the fuck?" Lieutenant Smith flipped through the repair tools and found nothing. Just as he was sweating so anxious that he found that the label of the cabinet where he stored his uniform was covered with blood, and even a bloody handprint on the surface. He opened the dark green canvas, and there was a white label with warnings underneath.

"Don't do anything, Smith! Wait for me!" Captain Miller shouted and ran towards the connecting arm.

Lieutenant Smith pressed the flashing switch and the label popped out, revealing the timer below.

00:00:06

00:00:05

00:00:04

Lieutenant Smith lowered his head and closed his eyes tremblingly.

Captain Miller lay on the observation window of the airlock, roaring and pounding the airlock.

He saw violent flames and shock waves crashing out of the central control room, shattering the main structure and skin of the Lewis and Clark. He saw the continuous explosions igniting the fuel tanks and combustion aids on the Lewis and Clark. The powerful impact was like a deafening bell ringing in the low-Earth orbit. The sour sound and huge tremors were transmitted along the connecting arm to the airlock, which not only directly overturned him on the deck, but also threw Lieutenant Cooper, who was still standing on the surface of the spacecraft. When Captain Miller got up again, he only saw the wreckage of the fire outside the airlock, and the spacecraft support structure and various pipelines stretched helplessly into the still burning void.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! He staggered out of the airlock, and despair almost made him unstable. All hope was cut off, and they could no longer return to Earth safely. Then the anger burned like oil in the blood vessels, like the flame that detonated the Lewis and Clark. He looked at his watch and pressed the call device next to the airlock.

“D.J!”

"What's up?"

"The Lewis and Clark were destroyed, Smith and Cooper were dead." Before Major D.J accepted the sudden bad news, Captain Miller roared, "It was Willan, if you see him, you'll kill him."

"I get it." Major D.J picked up the bone saw.

“Beware, D.J.”

"Don't worry about Will, I'll fix him."

When Major J turned his head, he found Dr. Will standing in front of him.

E. He looked at him with his empty eye sockets, with deep scars scratched with his fingernails. Before Major D.J responded, Dr. Will grabbed his neck and raised him up, choked his throat with unusual force, and then punched him with a punch to knock off the bone saw tightly clenched in his hand. D.J felt his fingers and metacarpal bones were broken. He was lifted up directly, and the blood vessels and trachea in his neck were squeezed by huge force - judging by his expertise, he would fall into black vision and coma due to brain ischemia. He tried to attack Dr. Will's arm or face, but Dr. Will just grinned and looked at him with a terrifying eye socket.

This was not the power of Dr. Will, but the power of the thing in his skin. His struggle sounded through the microphone to the other side. Although he could not see the situation here, Captain Miller instinctively realized that something was wrong.

"D.J, what happened? D.J!"

“It is calling you.”

Dr. Will, or, in other words, the thing that once was Dr. Will, waved his arm and smashed D.J on the bulkhead. He was caught and smashed everywhere by Dr. Will. In his remaining sanity, he judged that his ribs had been shattered. If he could see his twisted arm, there would be a diagnosis. On the other hand, Captain Miller left the airlock and ran towards the infirmary, stopping as he walked through the cabinet where repair tools were stored, and took out a rotating nail gun with an air tank from under items such as gas masks and fire extinguishers.

"Well, Dr. Will. Since you don't want to leave your ship, then don't want to leave."
Chapter completed!