Tokyo Detective

Chapter 541 Life Will Find a Way
At the villa, Sala Morgans and Fatima looked out the window into the distance, where the night was illuminated by flares and the sounds of shelling and explosions never ceased.

Sarah held her sister's hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

"The army began to retake Houston in just two days, and I believe we will be saved soon."

The young girl, Fatima, nodded emphatically.

"Okay, I can finally take a nice bath."

These past two days, the two women haven't dared to drink regular tap water, let alone take a shower. Who knows if the water source in Houston might be contaminated? Although there's no mention of a problem online, they're too afraid to gamble.

"We'll take cover in the basement in a bit; we might get hit by friendly fire."

When Sarah Morgans talks about the rescue, she thinks of that man. He agreed to her SOS message and told her to hide well.

But even after the army had stormed in, there was still no sign of that person.

Was he deceiving her, unable to come, or was rescuing her a side effect?

They had both remained chaste for each other, though fear played a significant role, since they hadn't seen each other for over half a year and the feelings they had cultivated in the ten days prior had faded considerably.

If she weren't afraid of someone going berserk and killing indiscriminately, she might actually have found another partner.

Salad patted her cheeks to wake herself up.

"Don't think too much."

"Sister, what are you doing?"

Salad forced a smile.

"I'm just a little sleepy; we haven't been sleeping well these past two days."

Indeed, they were all worried that the fungal corpses would break in while they were asleep, but two days passed and they still hadn't seen a single one.

Just then, a loud bang came from the door. The two sisters rushed to the window to look and found a large fist-shaped bulge on the metal door, which then increased rhythmically.

"bang bang bang bang"

The gate eventually gave way and was demolished, revealing the culprit behind it: a third-tier giant corpse.

"Roar"

Sarah hurriedly pulled her sister to the basement, locked the basement door, and turned off the basement lights. The place was pitch black except for the faint light of a flashlight.

Sarah still felt uneasy, so she pushed Fatima into a vault comparable to those used in ordinary banks.

Two days ago, they sneaked in and were very lucky to find this newly installed but unused vault, which they used as their last line of defense.

"Go inside. Here's your phone. I've already put water and food inside. Just stay here until rescue arrives."

Fatima said with concern.

"how about you."

"Don't worry, the fungal corpse might not find the basement. I'm just doing this as a precaution."

Fatima shook her head frantically.

"No, I want to stay by your side, I..."

Before Fatima could finish speaking, Salamorgens had already hugged his god-sister, resting his chin on her head.

"It's been so good to have you by my side these past two years, my sister."

Before Fatima could speak, Sarah forcefully pushed her into the vault, causing her to fall, and then quickly closed the vault door.

"No, open the door, Sarah, open the door."

Sarah leaned against the vault and muttered to herself.

"You must live well."

Just to be on the safe side, Sarah also wrote many notes saying "There's someone in the vault" and placed them in various places in the basement, worried that no one would find them.

"boom"

A loud crash interrupted Sarah's actions. The basement door, after being punched several times, was finally smashed open, and a huge figure walked in under the light and shadow.

Sarah wanted to say something grand and dignified, but faced with fear, all she could do was scream.

Fatima, inside the vault, was also very anxious and kept trying to make phone calls, but the vault was made of all metal, creating a Faraday cage effect that blocked external radio signals.

"Sarah, you silly woman, you stupid woman, I hate you so much."

After two years together, she was no longer the bitter and resentful girl she once was. At least she was very well-behaved when faced with her suddenly added older sister. With Sarah around, it felt like a family, and she didn't want to be all alone.

Suddenly, the vault door was slammed shut, startling Fatima.

"Bang, bang, bang."

After a while of hammering, the noise stopped, clearly indicating that the safe door couldn't be broken open. However, less than 30 minutes later, the hammering resumed, each time with greater force than the last.

Fatima looked at the fist mark that had appeared on the vault door, her wine-red pupils filled with hatred, and she took out a small knife and stood behind the door.

Her petite body trembled, but her hatred made her incredibly resolute.

“I’m not afraid of you, I won’t be afraid of you, give me back my salad.”

The next second, the vault door was ripped off, revealing a three-meter-tall figure.

Fatima felt a chill run down her spine. She knew that Sarah had said this was a Class B vault, a financial institution standard, which was the third level of the civilian Class 4 vault and could withstand an impact of 8-12 tons.

Such an impenetrable fortress had been torn down; the figure before them was undoubtedly a monster.

"what"

The girl shouted loudly, mustered her courage, and rushed forward, stabbing the 3-meter giant's brother with a fruit knife.

The fruit knife was snapped in two before Naoki Hanyu's voice rang out.

"Fatima, what are you doing? Are you trying to commit suicide?"

"what?"

Fatima looked up at the giant in front of her, wanting to see what he looked like. It wasn't until Naoki Hanyu voluntarily canceled his full muscle control that she recognized him as her benefactor whom she hadn't seen for more than half a year.

"Do you recognize me now?"

Fatima's expression turned to surprise at a visible speed.

“Brother Clark.”

The girl hugged the man, first with surprise, then with sorrow. "Brother Clark, my sister sacrificed herself to save me... I... I... I..."

As the girl finished describing everything, Naoki Hanyu frowned. He had rushed over at full speed, but he was still a step too late.

After all, he couldn't possibly rush into a metropolis full of fungal zombies without knowing anything about Sarah and the other two. He wasn't a god; he would die if he ran out of strength. For example, a stage-five fungal zombie could threaten his life.

Naoki Hanyu carefully examined the basement again.

"I didn't find Sarah's body, so perhaps she's not dead."

"???"

The girl looked up, confused.

Naoki Hanyu explained.

"The fungal corpses are collecting living people. I don't know what they want to do, but if I go there now, I might have a chance to save them."

Upon hearing this, Fatima excitedly hugged Naoki Hanyu again.

"Brother Clark, please, you must rescue my sister."

Naoki Hanyu nodded. "It's been two years since I last saw her. The girl has grown up quite a bit. She's only 15 and she already has such great looks."

Meanwhile, outside, the fungal swarm deliberately smashed open the doors of various buildings, and a group of fungal corpses rushed in, taking away one living human after another.

Inside the Houston Grand Theatre, Arandy sat in the VIP section, next to Sarah, who had been changed into an evening gown and was bound by several tree branch-like ropes, witnessing the tragedy on stage.

She was just arrested along with hundreds or thousands of others, and then deliberately left behind by Arandi.

On the platform are hundreds of sporangia formed by spores, each two to four meters high. One by one, humans are forced into the sporangia by fungal corpses, screaming in agony, and sometimes some flesh and blood leak out.

Salad finally couldn't take it anymore and spoke up.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Arandy said calmly.

"I simply want you to appreciate my masterpiece. Perhaps I was once human, but my inferior emotions still affect me, and I always want to find other individuals to share my pride with. And you are that guest. I never expected to see you again today, Sarah Morgans, the chairman of the Immortal Creatures."

"Sarah said, forcing herself to speak," she said.

"Immortal organisms were not involved in the research on man-eating fungi."

"Is that so? Then can you guarantee that immortal beings have never used innocent lives for research? Even if you haven't, what about when your father was alive?"

"."

Sarah had nothing to say. Fatima was a victim back then, imprisoned on the island as a guinea pig until that man broke into the island, killed her father, and sank one of America's destroyers.

Arandy reached out and touched Sarah's face; the strange touch made the wealthy woman feel inexplicably nauseous.

"What are those things on the stage? Are they the embryo sacs you use to cultivate elite fungal corpses?"

Arandy gave an irrelevant answer.

"Do you know clownfish? If a female in a clownfish group dies, the dominant male will become female and lay eggs within 60 days, and the second male will take over the reproductive role."

Sarah frowned upon hearing this. America was practically about to break in, and this guy was still in the mood to talk about these biological issues.

Arandy spoke to himself.

"I think there's a saying that's very true: life will find its own way. Life cannot be imprisoned. Life will break free from its constraints, expand into new territories, and break through barriers. So you humans cannot imprison or destroy us."

"us?"

"Yes, we."

Arandy stood up, and suddenly the sac-like sphere on the platform changed, and a strange fungal corpse emerged.

The degenerated skull is encased in luminescent bacterial colonies, and the translucent gel-like thoracic cavity reveals a pulsating sclerotium heart. It has no hands, which have been replaced by six enzyme tentacles. Only its legs look like those of a human, but its feet have been transformed into scuba diving flippers.

The epidermis is still covered with fungal hyphae, and the phosphorescent spots glow faintly in the dim environment.

This scene reminded Sarah of a creature, a jellyfish.

"Is this a fungal corpse that can live in water?"

Arandy nodded.

“That’s right. Since America is besieging us on land, we must find other ways to survive, and that is the sea. As the mother of life, adapting to the sea is the best thing to do.”

"."

"First we'll create riots in Mexico, then we'll cross the Pacific and land in Bharat, a country of 14 billion people, where the whole country will become a breeding ground for fungi."

Sarah felt a chill run down her spine after hearing this. The monster in front of her was planning to destroy the Indian nation. If it succeeded, humanity might really face the crisis of extinction.

Bharat will also become the first place to suffer a nuclear attack in the new century.

As each cyst changed, the aquatic fungal carcasses inside were revealed.

Arandy's voice rose a few notches.

“Sarah Morgans, you should be glad that you are one of us and witness fungi becoming the new rulers of the earth. We will not over-consume Mother Earth’s resources, and we will decompose human society to give back nutrients to the earth, unlike humans who will recklessly deplete everything.”

"."

Sarah had no time to argue; all she could think about was turning into an ugly fungal corpse, and she couldn't help but scream out.

"Damn Clark, you promised me."

Just then, an explosion rang out, and many figures descended from the sky above. One of them almost made Sala Morgans smile.

Clark, you've arrived.

Sarah dared not reveal her true feelings to Arandy, but no matter how she tried to hide them, a tentacle still pierced her heart.

"Be happy, Salamorgens, this is a new fungus I've cultivated that can transform you into an even better fungus."

"Clark"

Sarah lay on the ground struggling, feeling changes beginning to occur inside her body.

Arandi grinned menacingly at the one who had suddenly offended him, but then a stronger sense of crisis surged into his heart. He saw blue lightning filling his vision, and heard an uncontrollable roar of anger.

“You deserve to die, Arandy.”

(End of this chapter)