Chapter 6

As the head emerged from the water, it did not stop but gradually revealed the shoulders, upper body, and lower limbs—it was a person coming out of the lake.

This person was wearing a regular T-shirt and jeans, drenched from the lake water, looking like a young man who had narrowly escaped drowning.

But the monkey and Brother Liu would never think that this was just a drowning victim.

A drowning victim who managed to escape would either collapse on the ground or shout for help, never with a blank expression like the person now.

Yes, a blank expression, truly a blank expression. This person slowly rose from the lake water, showing no change in expression or emotion upon seeing the monkey and Brother Liu, as if they were not even there. The right hand held a strange object and walked straight past the two frozen figures, heading along the shore into the distance.

After an unknown amount of time, perhaps five minutes, perhaps ten, in the blank minds of the two, time had lost all meaning. It was only when the night breeze blew across their faces that the monkey could finally move his body.

"Liu, Liu, Brother Liu..."

His lips trembling, he struggled to say these words, collapsing to the ground in a state of exhaustion.

Brother Liu did not respond to the monkey. He trembled as he took out a lighter from his pocket, opened a cigarette box, and took out a cigarette, trying to light it to calm his nerves.

"Click..."

The flame flickered, but due to his trembling hands, he failed to light the cigarette and instead burned his palm.

"Damn..."

He threw away the lighter and the cigarette box, not caring about the messy grass, and sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

There was no way not to gasp for breath. If a person suddenly encounters a terrifying event, palpitations, chest tightness, chest pain, difficulty breathing, suffocation, dizziness, sweating, unsteady gait, tremors, and numbness in the hands and feet are all typical external symptoms. If one does not quickly recover, the excessive excitement of the nervous system could cause even greater harm.

After a while, Brother Liu calmed his violently beating heart, still feeling palpitations. What kind of eyes were those?

They were dark, showing no human emotion. Was that really a person?

Upon serious reflection, Brother Liu fearfully realized that he had no clear memory of the person just now, only the blank expression and the emotionless eyes. He had no recollection of what the person truly looked like.

"Brother Liu, Brother Liu, let's, let's go quickly..."

Regaining some strength, the monkey crawled over in fear.

Yes, let's go quickly!

Brother Liu pushed aside his palpitations, stood up with difficulty, and they supported each other as they left the place. They only breathed a sigh of relief when they saw a few couples strolling in the distance.

"Brother Liu, do, do you think that was a water ghost?"

The monkey's voice, lowered, could not hide his fear.

"A water ghost?"

Brother Liu shuddered, recalling the strange tales he had heard from the elders. Could that really have been a water ghost?

He slapped the monkey's head, trying to suppress his own fear. "Whether it's a water ghost or not, we won't provoke it. Let's go, quickly back home."

Brother Liu had no idea that what they thought was a water ghost was not a water ghost at all, but a pitiful human being who had been parasitized. To be precise, after being parasitized by an extraterrestrial being, could it still be called human?

Chen Yang felt he was still human, at least he still had the activities a human should have, like feeling hungry...

Damn, he had only eaten six bowls of noodles less than an hour ago?

Now he was hungry as if he hadn't eaten at all.

Damn, that annoying, detestable... uh, the incomparably revered and supreme right hand, what had it done with his humble human body?

With a mournful face, Chen Yang looked down at his drenched body. Just regaining consciousness, he felt an urge to cry.

Unfortunately, the right hand, after doing something, transmitted a sense of fatigue and gave no further response except to order him to take something home.

Was it asleep?

Looking at his ordinary right hand, Chen Yang sighed and glanced at the object in his left hand.

The object in his left hand was a silver metal cylinder, about the size of a regular water cup, about ten centimeters long. Its purpose and origin were unknown. Of course, Chen Yang knew, even if he thought about it with his buttocks, that the right hand had gone to great lengths to find this thing, so it must be extraordinary.

Well, regardless of what this thing was, the most important thing now was to get home as soon as possible!

He scanned his surroundings, seeing people passing by in twos and threes, looking at him curiously. Chen Yang quickened his pace, leaving wet footprints on the concrete ground.

His drenched appearance was like a firefly in the dark night, drawing the attention of everyone who passed by, filled with speculation, doubt, and whispers.

Eventually, Chen Yang started running along the roadside. Since no one would pick up a drenched person in a taxi, he might as well run home.

Twenty minutes later, Chen Yang, out of breath, finally saw the familiar alley. He hurriedly walked into the alley, entered his small house, and went to the bathroom to rinse off with hot water.

Chen Yang now understood that he had been controlled by his right hand to jump into the lake in the park. Otherwise, he wouldn't be drenched and wouldn't have the pungent smell of dirty water or mud under his nails.

After the shower, he changed into clean clothes, took a deep breath, and cut open a large watermelon from the fridge, enjoying it in the living room.

In the scorching summer, sitting comfortably and eating a cold watermelon was a wonderful experience. Chen Yang was enjoying it when he suddenly remembered the strange creature parasitizing his right hand, and his mood plummeted. He put down the half-eaten watermelon and sighed.

"Damn, what bad luck. Why did this happen to me?"

Chen Yang, feeling depressed, took out the cylinder to examine it.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed a feature: the silver metal cylinder had no seams from top to bottom, left to right, and was completely solid.

"This thing..."

After a moment of contemplation, Chen Yang, fearing the inhuman punishment from his right hand, and seeing no use for it, carefully stored it in a hidden compartment under his bed.

His cautious actions were as if he were holding a nuclear warhead.

Indeed, Chen Yang felt that this unknown object might be an extraterrestrial weapon comparable to nuclear weapons. Better to be safe than sorry, as the consequences of losing it could be severe.

As for whether the right hand would use this thing against humans, Chen Yang stroked his chin, thinking of the mental torment it had inflicted, and shuddered. Damn, let the others suffer, not me. For his own life, humans should take care of themselves.

On May 27th, the first true "traitor to humanity" in human history was born...

At this moment, the carefree humans were unaware that a major crisis was brewing within them.