In the crisis of parasitism, I just want to be an ordinary girl

The sound of cursing next door caused Misty Fir to awaken abruptly.

　　In low battery mode, her pupils were lax and she listened unconsciously for a moment.

　　Someone had broken a plate and was cursing why they couldn't even have a good breakfast.

　　Someone had fallen and was accusing the wailing baby of not doing it on purpose.

　　Someone seems to have been burned and is huffing and puffing while stomping angrily.

　　......

　　The disturbing murmur of voices gathered into a stream that made Misty Fir's pupils shrink as she took in what was overhead - a monitor that had been smashed through the glass and was off course.

　　She remembered.

　　When that man dragged her to the entrance of the alley, he first smashed the monitor with a rock, then threw her inside the alley, then ...... she lost consciousness.

　　How long was I unconscious?

　　Misty Fir was just thinking, when a head suddenly stretched out, occupying all the field of vision.

　　A very thin face, more bones than meat, in the dim light of the alley, still amazingly pale, like an uncolored wax statue.

　　However, on the wax face, the eyes, which were excessively large because of their thinness, flashed with an excessively burning . Hot light.

　　The wax figure man was smiling, and when he locked eyes with the girl on the ground for a few seconds, his smile suddenly narrowed.

　　"You're not afraid?"

　　The voice was as hollow and dry as the wind drilling into a dry well.

　　Scared?

　　--Yes, I was kidnapped, the other party destroyed the monitor, obviously intentional, and this place is so remote ...... according to the logic of emotional judgment, I should feel afraid.

　　It must be the reason that the power is too low, causing the emotional simulation response to slow down.

　　So Misty Sugi opened her mouth, stared with wide eyes, and backed up on her hands and knees. But the alley was a dead end, and behind her was the wall, so there was no way to retreat.

　　She turned to her trembling voice to express her emotions, "I'm so scared, who are you?"

　　The wax man quickly covered Misty Fir's mouth.

　　Fear was one of the most common human emotions, once bred, it fluctuated violently, and it was also the type of emotion most easily parasitized by xenomorphs. It was clear that this human was easily taken over by fear and was not some advanced parasite.

　　The wax man's disappointment flickered.

　　But he couldn't think about it that much, as long as he planted the bug eggs in her brain, then used the violent ups and downs of fear to hatch into larvae, and handed her over to Wang Kun, he could become a member of this territory and never have to roam around again.

　　The wax man used his other hand to remove his dirty fisherman's hat, and on his bare head, a line of light lit up.

　　Through his scalp, the light glowed a light red color and reflected into Misty Fir's round eyes.

　　Misty Fir noticed that those spots of light were even wriggling slightly, like a large mass of coiled worms. With such a horrific sight happening before her eyes, the fear simulation continued, causing her to whimper and scream some more.

　　The wax man's smile, however, froze.

　　He had also projected the bug eggs towards his opponent at such a close distance, but he didn't perceive the energy of the eggs from Misty Fir's body at all.

　　The projection failed.

　　Could it be that the emotions weren't intense enough?

　　Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his hand, and Misty Fir bit down hard on his index finger. It had obviously bitten into the bone, but it took a few seconds before blood slowly oozed out of the wound.

　　"Damn it!"

　　The wax man jerked his hand back and frantically licked his wound.

　　His unthinkable reaction made Misty Fir's eyes widen as she began to simulate "shock". When the wax figure licked all the blood from his wound, he realized that his wound had completely recovered.

　　It was as if the bite was an illusion.

　　The blood clearly enraged the wax man, and the curses from the homes on both sides of the alley became more and more urgent. Those residents were like the mouths of the wax man, venting his anger for him under mysterious associations.

　　The wax man, on the other hand, looked at Misty Fir with eyes that turned into bloodthirsty longing.

　　So what if the projection didn't work, at the very least, the human in front of him could fill him up. If he couldn't make it in this territory, he could just eat and change to another territory.

　　Seeing the wax man reveal an unfriendly sardonic smile, Misty Fir stepped back again, her posture changing from lying down, to sitting against the wall.

　　She thought for a moment, "You're not human?"

　　"Found out, ah, it's already too late."

　　The wax man pressed forward, a horizontal fissure slowly appearing on his pale face, the edges bulging abscess-like as if it were a lip.

　　"Damn it!"

　　"Why didn't the projection work!"

　　"I knew it would be like this!"

　　"Damn Wang Kun actually looked down on me!"

　　"Damn damn damn damn!"

　　......

　　It really was the lips, every mouth spoke!

　　And the real mouth of the wax man didn't make a sound, with two crimson fangs poking out of it - no, not fangs.

　　They wriggled, more like two spiky insect whiskers, or leeches!

　　The worm whiskers grew longer and longer, rapidly extending over toward Misty Fir. At the same time, the wax man violently pressed down on Misty Fir's shoulders with such force that he almost pressed her into the wall.

　　The horrible and lurid sight was close at hand, and emotional logic judged that one should still be afraid.

　　Misty Fir: "Monster, monster! No, don't come over!"

　　However, the other party was intent on hurting herself, and the result of action logic judgment was obvious.

　　Misty Fir shrieked on one side and raised her hand to block, easily breaking free from the other party's grip.

　　The immense force caused the wax man to be stunned, and the two insect whiskers that were about to touch Misty Fir's carotid artery came to a halt.

　　On his eyes, which were filled with a light color of blood, Misty Fir's raised fist was reflected.

　　Thud!

　　After the dull impact, there was the sound of the frontal bone being shattered.

　　The two insect whiskers instinctively retracted, but were grabbed by Misty Fir. Slippery and greasy to the touch, still writhing, emotional logic judged: disgusting.

　　Misty Fir: "What a disgusting thing ah, let me help you pull . Come out!"

　　The whiskers are thin and slippery, so she shakes her fist and lets the tentacles wrap around the back of her hand twice, then, slowly and sedately, pulls back. All the while, her brow furrowed and her teeth clenched in mock disgust.

　　"Let go, let go ......"

　　The intense pain caused the wax man's eyes to roll upwards, desperately picking at Misty Fir's hand, but the hand was as steady as the mechanical arm of an excavator, not moving at all.

　　Something coiled in the wax man's skull also desperately resisted the pull, which made the insect whiskers as if they were stretched like rubber bands.

　　When it was about to break, there was a boom.

　　Misty Fir reacted quickly, jumping up and moving across the room to avoid the brain matter that burst out.

　　The yellowish-white tofu sludge sprayed on the wall and the floor, with very little blood mixed in, like a few strands of ketchup in a churned up tofu brain.

　　The analogy allowed Misty Fir to judge the emotion that should be there - a wicked chill, "It's either a sweet party or a savory party, and adding ketchup is heresy!"

　　She looked to the large mass of crimson bugs in her hand.

　　The torso was vaguely elongated, except that it was covered in dense, slender whiskers, which would have looked like a top red wig if not for the fact that each whisker was wriggling.

　　The bug struggled to no avail, and turned to use its whiskers to wrap around Misty Fir's arm, which itself has no mouth, and the end of the whiskers is its mouthpiece.

　　Misty Fir felt a few stabs of pain, the dead bug was actually biting her, and seemed to be trying to burrow into her. Emotional logic judgment: anger!

　　Misty Fir gripped the bug's torso with her other one and squeezed it so hard that it burst into flames.

　　Liquid that looked like blood, but wasn't splattered on the corner of her lips, seeping in along the lip line and tasting a little sweet.

　　Her eyes lit up.

　　Not because this disgusting thing tasted good, of course, but because her charge had increased by 0.01%.

　　This bug could charge itself?

　　Emotional logic judged that surprise!

　　God knows how long Misty Fir had been researching for the sake of charging, eating a lot didn't work, touching the wires didn't work, but instead, in order to repair her body that had been electrocuted, she had consumed quite a bit more power. If not for that, she wouldn't have woken up early in the morning in a daze and been abducted to a remote alley.

　　Available human perspective judgment, this strange bug is too disgusting ......

　　Surprise and disgust, two contradictory emotions simulated at the same time into a tangle. Until Misty Fir suddenly realized that the bug corpse was becoming a little bit transparent, as if it would soon disappear into thin air!

　　She no longer hesitated, closed her eyes and stuffed the bug corpse into her mouth with a brain. Without even chewing, she swallowed it hard. The corpse itself was soft, so it didn't choke.

　　Electricity jumped 30%!

　　Emotional logic judgment: only surprise!

　　Misty Fir opened her mouth to move her jaws a bit, collecting her disgusted expression and turning to grin. Happy because of the disaster!

　　Then he remembered the reason why he woke up early today.

　　Oops! It's going to be late!

　　She scurried out of the alley, not even noticing how scary she looked covered in the scarlet liquid of bug corpses.

　　The alley was remote, and it took two more turns before she ran onto the familiar main road, where the bus stop was close to the intersection, and the number 68 bus happened to slowly enter the station.

　　But the distance is too far, too late to get on the bus!

　　Misty Sugi looked out and saw a familiar figure on the bus stop.

　　She ran and waved: "Chai Yuqing, Chai Yuqing wait for me!"

　　Perhaps she didn't hear her from a distance, but Chai Yuqing got on the bus straight away. The door closed and the bus slowly drove away.

　　Misty Fir stopped running, felt out his cell phone to see the time, anxious to stamp his feet. Didn't even notice that the insect corpse liquid on his clothes had already disappeared.

　　The only bus to the school was number 68, and number 68 was another ten minutes a trip. Even if you catch the bus just now, you have to go to the school more than nine o clock, if you wait for the next class ......

　　The pass is written clearly, 15 minutes late shall not enter the examination room! This is a college entrance exam ah, the rules are very rigid!

　　Why don't we just run there?

　　Ordinary speed naturally wouldn't work, strengthening the muscles would be fine, but such a long distance would definitely be power hungry. It's hard to regain the power, maybe all of it will be consumed on the road, when the power runs out and you're drowsy, how can you take the exam?

　　Oh yes, the online guide said that you can also take a taxi!

　　There are a lot of cars on the road, but as far as the eye can see there is not a cab ah!

　　Misty Fir topped with a big smile that could not be changed in time, so anxious that he was about to cry, suddenly, there was a sharp car horn from the rear. A sedan braked sharply on the side of the road and lowered its window, "Misty Fir, get in the car!"

　　"Uncle Wang!" The expression coupled with the voice made Misty Fir look surprised.

　　Wang Bingzhu probed over and opened the passenger door, letting her up and personally fastening her seatbelt.

　　"I said I didn't wait for you downstairs at your house, so it's already out, didn't catch the bus? Good thing I came over to take a look."

　　Misty Fir's mouth is still grinning, "Luckily there's Uncle Wang, otherwise I'd definitely be late!"

　　Wang Bingzhu smiled faintly, a faint spot of light coming through between his thick hair.

　　Sure enough, it still didn't work.

　　This human girl who suddenly appeared on the turf, even at times like this, didn't have strong enough mood swings to project bug eggs in her body. Perhaps, her smile was more out of habit, or politeness?

　　Wang Bingzhu guessed darkly, not too disappointed. He had set the perfect trap long ago, just waiting for today.

　　Misty Fir in the passenger seat finally realized that she had forgotten about expression management, and her muscles were stiff after smiling for so long. She patted her face and suddenly realized that the power had gone up another 1%.

　　Could it be that the bugs eaten had digested? But hadn't it already recovered 30% in one breath before?

　　She couldn't figure it out, so she just didn't think about it, in any case, the power rising was a good thing.

　　So Misty Fir simulated a smile that was much more astringent than before, and in the spirit of not wasting it, she once again thanked Wang Bingzhu.

　　"Uncle Wang is so nice, helping me buy books and sending me to the exams, you're the best person in this world to me!"

　　-

　　Misty Fir knew that she was a bionic human, her body looked no different from a normal human, but there was an extra chip in her head.

　　The reason why she is obsessed with taking the entrance exams is because there is a core instruction in the chip: live well, like a human.

　　This is the only instruction she needs to execute.

　　In order to analyze the instruction, she searched a lot of information on the Internet, and finally came to a conclusion: the essence of human beings is the sum of all social relations, and to enter the society and establish a relationship with other members of the society is to be "like a human being".

　　As for "living well", it is very simple: at what age you are, do what you should do at that stage, and live well in the present.

　　The most common consensus in contemporary society is to study hard when you are in school, work hard when you are at work, and live well every day of your life.

　　This analysis can be recognized by Misty Fir with another supporting evidence: she is a senior at Experimental High School.

　　Taking the college entrance exams becomes something that is taken for granted and must be done well.

　　Unfortunately, Misty Fir understood this when she was shocked to realize that the college entrance exam was only a month away, and her mind was empty.

　　The bionic human trait admittedly allowed her to learn much faster than others, but three whole years of high school knowledge to be absorbed in one month was too much!

　　What's more, the reason why high school was high school was that the knowledge was built on the foundation of middle school and elementary school, while she could at best recognize words and basic arithmetic, and English was even less than half basic.

　　However, Misty didn't have the concept of "giving up" in her head, and she didn't even think of postponing her exams for a year and taking the university entrance exams next year.

　　In the last month before the exam, she studied day and night, relying on the computer at home, and barely managed to go through the textbooks that others had studied for more than ten years. During this period, she also took a touch test, and the results were predictable.

　　Ninth from the bottom in the whole grade.

　　It wasn't that eight people were worse than her, but those eight people didn't take the touch test and got zero.

　　Proper school scum.

　　Now although another half a month has passed, Misty Fir's heart still has no bottom, especially the first two days, she has been dizzy because of the low power level, and she is completely out of the study state.

　　She subconsciously simulated apprehension, her eyebrows drooped, her right leg kept shaking, her fingers twisted together, kneading her knuckles.

　　The car fell into silence until they arrived at the Experimental Middle School's gate, and Wang Bingzhu held her hand.

　　"Misty Fir, don't be nervous, you'll do well in the exam!" Wang Bingzhu said, "Did you do those practice questions I found for you?"

　　Misty Fir returned to her senses and lifted the emotional simulation, "Did it."

　　Emotional logic judged that Uncle Wang was concerned about himself and shouldn't let him worry.

　　So he simulated the most skillful toothless smile, "I'm not nervous anymore, thank you Uncle Wang! Uncle I'm leaving!"

　　After she got off the car, she suddenly turned back, her voice buzzing through the car window, "Uncle Wang, your hands are so cold, take care of your health!"

　　After saying this, she ran towards the gate.

　　Wang Bingzhu inside the car collected his expression.

　　The parasite, of course, was cold.

　　He fished out a bottle of tonic from his pocket, and a slender tentacle drilled out from the root of the back of his neck, extending down the cuff to his hand, and lodging itself into the rubber cap of the dark brown glass bottle.

　　As the tentacle wriggled, the cold hands, gradually warmed.