Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The dense tentacles of black mud once again disappeared beneath the fair skin.

Xia Yangyang walked to the three corpses whose internal organs had been removed and whose bodies were rotting. The tallest and strongest man among them was still wearing a blue police uniform.

The other person was a woman, and there was also a thin man.

She went into a public phone booth and dialed the number she knew by heart.

The call was answered after only two rings: "Hello, this is the 110 emergency hotline. How can I help you?"

"There are three bodies in the underground parking lot at the east gate of the Country Garden residential complex. Please come and handle them."

"Excuse me, who are you? — Beep beep beep…"

Xia Yangyang hung up the phone: [System, delete the surveillance footage from the phone booth and the underground parking garage.]

System: [ok.]

When Xia Yangyang returned to the elevator, she was carrying a black cat that was only skin and bones.

Although it's already deformed beyond recognition, there's still a risk of exposure if the police recognize it as her pet.

The meat that was left at the elevator entrance when we arrived is still lying there untouched.

She picked up the large bag of meat again, and while waiting for the elevator, she remembered to ask Mr. Parasite: "Why did you suddenly go and fight with your own kind?"

The inorganic voice of Mr. Parasite rang out: [They're trying to steal my flesh; that's what you used to feed me.]

Xia Yangyang: [Just because of this?]

Mr. Parasite seemed oblivious to the flippancy in his lover's tone. He continued, "[You said you wouldn't even use yourself, but used it all to support me.]"

Xia Yangyang smiled: [You don't earn money, and I've always been the one supporting you. You've never cared before, have you?]

Mr. Parasite: [You used to raise Qin Zhinan, not me.]

Ok?

It turns out that parasitic species have such a clear sense of self.

Xia Yangyang: [Do you know how fragile your cat is? It'll be a real hassle to find a new one if you damage it!]

Mr. Parasite: [Then I'll stay inside you forever.]

His tone seemed deliberately softened, and there was even a hint of coquetry hidden in it.

Xia Yangyang was extremely surprised by his remarkably delicate emotions.

In his current state, how is he any different from a human?

System: [The difference is that he only has one purpose when expressing emotions: self-interest. Don't believe his words; it's just a way for him to devour your spirit and mind.]

Parasitic species are only interested in invasion and devouring; they are creatures driven by pleasure. Once you agree to merge with them forever, they will control you, causing you to lose yourself.

Xia Yangyang suddenly realized what was happening and firmly rejected Mr. Parasite: [Impossible.]

[If you are on me, then I must feed you, and I will never eat raw meat or drink raw blood.]

Mr. Parasite didn't say anything, but instead extended a tentacle from behind her to help carry another bag of meat.

The two entered the elevator and went upstairs.

*

Xia Yangyang has a new cat at home, a tricolor cat with white, yellow and black markings.

Like the previous one, they both have a pair of ghostly yellow vertical pupils.

In the city at night, neon lights reflect on the wet streets.

That day, Xia Yangyang returned home after finishing her overtime work, as usual.

As I passed through a dark alley, I heard a woman's cries for help coming from inside, accompanied by the sound of a parasite squeezing its throat as it devoured its food.

She's now used to the presence of parasites.

It seems that ever since the incident in the underground parking garage, she has developed a special constitution that attracts such things.

It's very mysterious and hard to explain, just like wherever Conan goes, a murder occurs.

After skillfully killing countless parasites.

She stood in the foul-smelling wind, looking at the woman huddled in the corner. The woman was not injured, but was trembling with fear.

Xia Yangyang did not call the police.

Like a superhero in an American TV series who does good deeds anonymously, with light and powerful leaps, he jumps onto the surrounding high-rise buildings and disappears into the night.

Xia Yangyang couldn't help but complain, "Are there really that many people like you in this city?"

Mr. Parasite: [We've come to conquer the Earth.]

"So what are you now? Completely subjugated by Earth?"

[......]

*

Long after the two disappeared, the alley returned to its quiet state.

The moonlight quietly spilled into the corner, onto the woman's blood-stained white shirt, and her violent breathing, which had been trembling with fear, gradually returned to normal.

Her legs went weak, and she staggered toward the rotting corpse lying on the ground.

He pulled a transparent syringe from his waist, drew the thick, black viscous fluid remaining on the dead human corpse into the tube, and then put it into a transparent isolation bag.

The earring, concealing a camera, gleamed in the side of her head.

She leaned against the wall, took off her watch and held it to her lips, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "Captain Jiang, the intelligence about the parasitic species coexisting with humans is true. I... I... recorded 'her'."

"Judging from the observation, the level of human intelligence retention is relatively high, making them suitable for participation in the 'Glutton's' counterattack plan..."

*

It's that time of the week again for a day off.

Xia Yangyang, wearing a loose long robe, her fluffy hair pinned up with a silver hairpin, lazily cut meat for Xiao Sanhua.

He went into the kitchen and pan-fried the pork chops, adding two eggs to them.

The telephone on the table started ringing.

The little calico cat lifted its face from the porcelain plate and looked at the familiar phone number.

Xia Yangyang poked her head out from the kitchen: "That scam call again?"

The little calico cat meowed and nodded its head.

"Please block me before hanging up."

"Meow."

it is good.

After giving her instructions, Xia Yangyang went back to the kitchen to continue working. She believed that with Mr. Parasite's current level of understanding, he could handle such a simple matter.

Seriously, do scammers think people are idiots these days?

They immediately started talking about overspending on a certain bank's credit card or having a debt of 50 yuan.

She was threatened that if she didn't repay the loan, the debt would go through legal proceedings, and her assets, such as her house and car, would be seized to repay the debt.

Hilarious! Eating wire and using a sieve, that's really something else!

Xia Yangyang brought out a fragrant pork chop, sat opposite Xiao Sanhua, and picked out a newly released anime series on her phone. Just as she picked up her knife and fork, the doorbell rang.

The little calico's ears stood up, and its round pupils suddenly narrowed into thin lines.

He saw his lover click her tongue, then put down his knife and fork to open the door.

It leaped onto her shoulder, its tail swaying behind it.

When Xia Yangyang opened the door and saw the crowded people outside, her heart skipped a beat.

The moment she appeared, all the dark eyes outside the door converged on her.

Their eyes were unfocused, as if still, and remained in a constant state without blinking.

The little calico on her shoulder became visibly agitated, preparing for a powerful attack.

This stalemate was broken after Xia Yangyang uttered her first words.

The girl's voice was confused: "Who are you—"

"Please devour us!!"

The overwhelming aura shook the three floors above and below.

Xia Yangyang, holding onto the door frame, was also shaken and staggered back several steps into the room, staring dumbfounded at the various people in front of her.

They were bowing to her at a ninety-degree angle, in perfect unison.

Xia Yangyang asked with difficulty: "[This is...your...kind?]"

Mr. Parasite was unusually cold today: [No.]

[This...is really not it?]

His cat-like eyes swept coldly over the faces before him, his voice sounding as if someone owed him eight million: "[...Yes.]"