Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 13: Sleepwalking in Dreamland

1574: The Next Step from the Rabbit to the Wolf

"If a normal person is infected and transformed, he will expose the other normal people he knows to the Changelings... Since his memory is intact, this is not a problem. Therefore, as soon as a posthuman transforms, the existence of posthumans will no longer be a secret to the Changelings."

The four walls of the room retained their original red brick appearance. The low ceiling was painted white, and three yellow light bulbs hanging down were the only source of light in this unfamiliar basement, filling the room with a dim yellow glow.

No matter which direction he looked, a pair of eyes were staring at Wu Yiliu. Some were very large and pale; some were slender, arching upwards; others were surrounded by dark circles, as if two deep holes had been dug into the face.

He was surrounded by so many eyes, like a small insect in a breeding tank, with their owners watching him carefully and analytically, as if measuring whether they needed to execute or discard him.

A month ago, Wu Yiliu would never have thought that he would be in such a situation. At least a dozen posthumans circled the room, tall and short, standing or sitting, all listening intently to his words.

To blend into this normally functioning world, they had dressed as locally as possible. However, when he glanced at them, he still found it hard to describe their appearances—because each posthuman seemed like a strong, strange, different, and resonant stroke of bold ink, forcibly impressing themselves onto his retina.

They had different temperaments but all had a strong presence; however, they could conceal it completely if they wished. Wu Yiliu realized this shortly after entering the room.

When he first sat down, there seemed to be only four or five people in the room; but as he spoke more and more, more people seemed to emerge from the darkness, entering the light—although in reality, the light was always on, and the door was always closed.

Those who he felt appeared later were actually there all along, only becoming visible to Wu Yiliu when they chose to let him see them.

There were many people, and they all seemed quite capable.

A woman with glossy, moist lips covered with many white granules smiled and said, "I see. That's not hard. As long as we find a Changeling posthuman, we can prove this young boy's sincerity."

She didn't talk much, but in just a few comments, Wu Yiliu had already taken a special liking to her.

He nodded to the ageless woman and continued, "As you know from my previous experiences, the Changelings and non- Changelings cannot coexist peacefully. They hope to infect all normal people into Changelings. Posthumans are no exception."

To win over the posthumans, he explained his own and Professor Qiao's experiences, knowing how absurd they sounded but still telling them everything.

Professor Qiao knew this step was necessary, but she didn't want to appear in person. Wu Yiliu was hearing her panicked tone for the first time, as if she feared what they might represent.

"Let them try and see if they can infect us," said a man in the corner with a provocative laugh. "After all, they lose their evolved abilities after transforming, so no matter how many of them there are, they're just a disorganized mob. I really don't understand you, gathering everyone like this just for a group of ordinary people with ulterior motives?"

He glared at Milan in the corner as he spoke. Milan's only response was to calmly pull out a small mirror and adjust her hair.

The man not only spoke sharply but also looked fierce. Yet, strangely, Wu Yiliu was not very afraid of him. Shaving his head so short, almost writing his muscles, strength, and ferocity on his forehead, didn't it just prove that he was not really that cruel?