Star Railway: Building a Foundation from the Beginning

Until Dr. Clef was surrounded by flowers, the horrible sound of blossoming still lingered in the audience's ears.

"Click-"

"Click-"

"Smack...... Click......"

Regardless of race, regardless of age, all the audience was blown away by this scene.

An indescribable chill erupts from the depths of consciousness and genes.

It seems that the audience is also parasitized by this plant and blooms flowers.

"You're a fucking chicken, I feel itchy all over my body right now, I guess I'm going to turn into a vegetative state. "

"Dr. Clef is so ruthless that he will not hesitate to touch Containment Object-091-ARC...... in order to achieve his goal."

"No wonder the Foundation wants to purify all employees who come into contact with Containment-091-ARC, who the can handle this?!"

On the Star Dome Train, the conductor Pam looked at the digestion on Dr. Clef's body, and the whole rabbit felt that something was wrong.

"It's scary......"

It held its ears and hid behind the wall, with no intention of continuing to watch for the time being.

......

7:36。

[The infection now spreads to 90% of Dr. Clef's body.] 】

7:38。

[Flowers are seen growing from Dr. Clef's limbs.] 】

The hallway was quiet, with white ceilings and walls, and black-brown floors twisted into indescribable geometric shapes.

Acute angles, obtuse angles, right angles, straight lines, curves, and all sorts of messes twisted together.

It's more meaningless than a messy drawing that a toddler scribbles on.

This is undoubtedly the work of Containment 08.

Dr. Clef was surrounded by flowers, three eyes with a smile, and a wide mouth like a Cheshire cat.

There is no sound of glass breaking.

The strange sight in the corridor collapsed.

A sense of dissonance followed, followed by a random change in color, and eventually the entire scene returned to normal, revealing hordes of Containment-408.

In the corridor, there are dense butterflies lying on their stomachs.

Even more spectacular than Butterfly Valley.

7:39。

[The flower begins to emit an unknown pheromone.] 】

7:43。

[Containment-408: Local groups begin to lose cohesion.] 】

......

Transitions.

Other Foundation sites were also in a mess at this time.

Containment breaches cannot be said to be infrequent, but for regular Foundation staff, they are commonplace.

However, a containment breach has lost contact with the entire site.

Together, these two could be the prelude to disaster.

Strangely, the Foundation has so far been unable to detect any spillover of containment at Site-17, nor has it found a significant change in Hume levels there.

The only anomaly was that Dr. Clef had moved the helicopter and went there.

In one of the offices, everyone was anxiously busy, trying to get in touch with Site-17.

“...... No news yet?"

A researcher in a white lab coat pushed the door open and walked to the control desk.

"Listen to yourself. "

The operator took off the headphones, turned on the speakers, and added a few seconds later.

"We have not received any communication from Site-17 since the alarm came out...... This is not a good sign. "

The office was quiet, and several men stared at the speakers and communication equipment, their faces very solemn.

The operator looks left and right for a moment, refocusing his gaze on the machine.

Many people stood and waited, and then there was only a long silence.

"Are the speakers not plugged in?"

A supervisor raised his hand and motioned for the doctor who had spoken to be quiet.

The operator twists the button and adjusts.

There was a sound of electricity in the speaker.

Seconds later, a miracle happened.

"Zizi ......"

"Zizi...... Need help...... Containment ...... of Object-091-ARC"

The operator was taken aback at the sound of Dr. Kondraki's voice coming from the speaker, though it sounded choppy and weak.

But it's good he's alive.

The operator glanced at the supervisor, only to see the other man nod, motioning for the operator to continue.

"Kondraki, is that you?"

"What the fuck is going on down there, they're talking about a total lockdown!"

The rest of the personnel bit their lipes and stared at the speaker, desperate to know what was going on.

"Bo...... Very aggressive...... Warning COG ...... Dispatch support ......"

The white noise was still severe, and Dr. Kondraki's weak voice could be heard from the speakers.

"Dr. Gears?"

The operator's brain is overloaded and he deduces which doctor he wants to say.

Dr. Gears, who is also one of the four doctors of the apocalypse, is the most suitable doctor to take over and control the overall situation.

"I just got a report that he and Kain are on their way here, don't worry. "

"Ha ......"

Painful gasps came from the speakers.

"Doctor?"

The operator was frightened, grabbed the microphone in his hand, and ran down the wire to Site-17 to check on Dr. Kondraki's condition.

But alas, he is not an electromagnetic field lifeform, and he does not have this superpower.

He could only wait in the distance, waiting for Dr. Kondraki to continue speaking.

“...... Everything ...... Something is wrong......"

"Doctor?!Doctor?!"

Amid the shouts of the operator, the picture fades.

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7:46。

[The entire Containment-408 Bureau swarm is currently in disarray.] 】

As the subtitles faded, Dr. Clef's voice began again.

"Sweetheart ~ Am I looking good now?"

Dr. Clef looked up, seeing himself through the uneven surface of the lampshade.

It is green and entwined with flowers, like a walking flower bed.

Or rather, a corpse overgrown with flowers.

It's weird.

Containment-091-ARC didn't speak, as it was just a tree, after all.

"Thank you for your help, sweetheart~"

"But can I trouble you to do me a favor?"

As he spoke, Dr. Clef raised his hand and flicked the little white flower.

As a result, the bright white began to dim, and the buds deflated one by one, and the spacing between the flowers became more and more distant.

Then, their stems and branches turned pale and withered, quickly fading away along with Dr. Clef's vegetative features.

"Wow, cool~"

Dr. Clef whistled, brushing the dead leaves off his body and pulling the stubborn out of his flesh.

Then, waving his hand, he walked away with a relaxed pace.

Containment-091-ARC just stood in place, watching Dr. Clef's figure disappear.

Like a wife who sees her husband go away.

7:50。

[Containment-091-ARC breaches containment and sees Dr. Clef leave containment.] 】

7:53。

[A human figure appears in the chaotic 408 swarm.] 】

7:57。

[Containment-408 returns to its basic state and evacuates.] Confirm Containment-336. 】

8:01。

[Dr. Clef is seen talking to Containment-336.] 】

Seeing this scene, the staff of the Black Tower Space Station looked a little strange. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Hey, you say...... Is there really a harem of true love in this world?"

"Uh...... I can't answer that question, but these two shouldn't really love each other, right...... heh, I'm not sure. "

"But it's understandable that it's possible to have a distorted sexual orientation when you're in containment all day, for example, a friend of mine studies interstellar animals every day, and recently watched space whales with a clear eyebrow. "

When the crowd heard this, they tried to protect the others in front of them.

"The friend you're talking about, isn't that you?"

"People can't, at least not to. "

But Dr. Clef's love debt clearly doesn't stop there.

On the road he was on, a flock of butterflies suddenly danced, sprinkling with joy, and it was magnificent.

With the wave of the butterfly's wings, a figure emerges from it.

Obviously waiting for a long time.

It was a woman in her twenties, with black hair and black eyes, skin as pale as the moon, a high nose, and plump lips.

She wore a veil, was richly dressed, and her eyes stood out the most, noble and indifferent.

With her appearance, the Foundation's containment file expanded.

[Containment: "Lilith"]

[Item No: Containment-336]

[Hazard level: Euclid.]

[Item Description: Containment-336 is a pale-complexed female in her twenties. 】

[Containment-336 does not require sleep or food, is not affected by aging or any other disease of any nature, and is anatomically human-with the exception of anomalies spreading over its thighs and lower legs, where the skin appears to resemble reptilian scales. 】

[Containment-336 has a cold and detached attitude, and displays an extremely introverted demeanor. 】

[Subject has a high IQ and analytical abilities, and scores 95 percent or more on most intelligence tests.] 】

[Containment-336's attitude will improve significantly when using a mirror, noting that the subject displays a high degree of narcissism and has a tendency to appreciate its reflection for long periods of time.] 】

The audience was dumbfounded.

The good-looking woman was quietly staring at Dr. Clef.

There was too much buried in those black eyes.

"'Sure enough, it's another containment object. "

"This ......"

"In some ways, there's nothing wrong with Dr. Clef's aesthetic. "

The audience could not see Dr. Clef's face, but they could hear his trembling voice and the complex tone of his voice.

In the hallway, Dr. Clef and Containment-336 stared at each other.

“...... You. "

Dr. Clef tried to speak, but ran out of words.

Containment-336 broke the dead silence.

"I ...... Alto, dear, what are you doing here?"

"Stop and say hello, Lilly. "

Dr. Clef saluted and asked:

"Why are you here?"

"To stop you. "

Dr. Clef suddenly became agitated and roared loudly, in a language that had never been recorded and could not be deciphered.

“******"

Containment-336 responds in similar language.

“******"

In the Black Tower space station, a staff member scratched his head in confusion.

"What are they talking about?"

He hadn't experienced anything so strange since he was born.

"I don't know, the synesthesia beacon can't translate this part. "

Another staff member had the same doubts.

Synesthesia beacons.

The 56th seat of the Genius Club, Elijahsalas's great invention and one of the great contributions.

Solved the problem of communication between different civilizations in the universe.

"Interesting language...... Screwgrunt muttered to himself, "There are still quite a few secrets in the Foundation buried in time and deep space. "

......

Dr. Clef's argument with Containment-336 gradually subsided.

Looking at the other party's still indifferent expression, Dr. Clef sighed:

“...... So there's no other way, right?"

"Nope. Your motives may be pure, but your approach is too extreme. "

Dr. Clef's expression turned painful.

"My love for you never stops, you know. "

"I know. "

"Ah, that's good, but I've got to kill a little girl now. "

Dr. Clef finished his speech and attempted to get back on his way, only to see Containment-336 still standing in place, showing no sign of getting out of the way.

He was puzzled and uneasy in his heart, and before he could open his mouth to ask, the other party took the lead in speaking:

"I'm sorry, Dave, but I can't let you do that. "

Dr. Clef:

"What did I say about using my real name—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Containment-336 plucked something from his ear.

Seeing this, Dr. Clef suddenly became horrified, as if he had seen a natural predator.

In fact, even if a modern person really sees a ghost in the daytime, his expression will not be as exaggerated as his.

The audience didn't have time to wonder before they could wonder.

Containment-336 was seen to open his lips slightly, his throat moving slightly.

For a moment, Dr. Clef covered his ears tightly with his hands, his face distorted, and he fell to his knees, grabbing his head on the ground.

It's hard to imagine what abilities Contain-336 used.

Dr. Clef's reaction was not fake, it was far more painful than the burns Dr. Kondraki had inflicted.

[At this point, Containment-336 removes her voice modulator and begins to speak.] 】

[For the safety of listeners, this part of the recording has been automatically edited.] 】

In Taibu Si, Qingque slowly propped up his waist, looked at the dossier piled up in front of him, and sighed.

Then, looking at the sky, he said softly:

"You're weird. "。