MMB Chapter 310 The Lament from the Depths of the Swamp, the Buried Evil
Chapter 310 The Lament from the Depths of the Swamp, the Buried Evil
The next day, Ultraman Gaia was updated on time.
It was Friday, 8 p.m.
Countless viewers were already glued to their screens, eagerly awaiting the timely release of episode 39 of "Ultraman Gaia".
They had no idea what big thing Gu Nan had done.
As the countdown ended, the main feature slowly appeared.
The scene opens in a dark and oppressive tone, with the episode's title slowly appearing on the screen: "The Swamp of Sorrow".
Accompanied by hurried footsteps and heavy breathing, two ragged men with deep scars on their faces were carrying two heavy suitcases and running frantically through the night.
"Let's rest there tonight!" one of the robbers said breathlessly, pointing to the dilapidated cabin in front of them.
"That little hut? I'll only have to endure it for one night anyway."
The other robber looked around, taking in the dark, dense forest and the humid, muddy swamp, and couldn't help but shiver. "But why do I feel like this swamp is a bit eerie?"
"Because a monster lives in this swamp."
"A monster? That's just an old legend!" His companion scoffed dismissively. "But because of it, no one in the village dares to come here. It's a perfect hiding place!"
The atmosphere in the scene is extremely eerie, and the low background sound effects pound like a heartbeat in the audience's ears.
A barrage of interactive comments immediately appeared on the screen.
[With this opening color scheme, I thought I'd accidentally clicked on a horror movie.]
Are these two robbers hiding in this remote area from the police?
[A monster in the swamp? Most of the legends in Gaia are true; I bet a monster will appear soon.]
The atmosphere is so well-done; it feels like something might pop out of the water at any moment.
The scene shifts, and it's now the morning of the next day.
Sunlight pierced through the morning mist, scattering across the calm surface of the marsh. An old man with white hair and a weathered face sat quietly on the bank, his deep gaze fixed on the dark lake, as if looking through the marsh at a distant and ancient memory.
His name is Hirano.
He is a Japanese person.
Just then, inside the dilapidated wooden house, the two robbers, awakened by a soft melody, discovered old man Hirano sitting on the shore.
They exchanged a glance, a fierce killing intent flashing in their eyes.
As wanted criminals, they would never allow anyone to reveal their whereabouts.
"Stop arguing!"
The robber drew his gun menacingly and strode towards the plain. "You old codger, you're out of luck. Since you've seen our faces, you'll just have to die at the bottom of this lake!"
Just as the robber was about to pull the trigger, the once calm swamp surface suddenly began to churn violently!
"Gurgle—"
With a loud splash, several thick, slimy tentacles suddenly shot out from the deep water and, with lightning speed, tightly wrapped around the bodies of the two robbers!
"Ah! Help!"
"What on earth is this thing?!"
The two ruthless robbers didn't even have a chance to fire their shots before they were dragged into the bottomless swamp by that irresistible, terrifying force and vanished without a trace.
Only a few strings of bubbles remained on the surface of the water before it returned to a deathly silence.
Meanwhile, the elderly man Hirano, who was nearby, was unharmed.
Instead of running away, he looked at the lake with a complicated expression.
He slowly kicked the suitcase full of cash left by the robbers into the water, trying to cover up what had just happened, muttering to himself, "Kondo, what's wrong with you...?"
The live chat exploded instantly.
Holy crap! There really is a monster!
[Still tentacles]
[This monster doesn't eat old men? It only eats bad people?]
The old man deliberately threw the money box into the water; he was helping the monster cover up its crime!
Who is Kondo? Is he the name of a yokai? This old man definitely has a story!
Then, the main protagonist, Takaga Mu, finally made his appearance.
He was carrying a sophisticated environmental detector and walking along a country road.
A month ago, in order to eliminate the mythical beasts sleeping underground, the defense forces forcibly launched underground penetrating missiles, causing serious pollution to the earth.
For several days, I dreamt of investigating the aftereffects of the penetrating bombs in the surrounding area, tracing the reactions of radioactive elements, and finally arriving at a place called Mingshui Village.
"The survey subjects have a one percent chance of being contaminated."
Artificial intelligence expert Pal gave a report.
I dreamt of analyzing the data on the detector.
"There is no obvious environmental pollution at present."
"However, the possibility of contamination is not zero."
On my way to the swamp, I dreamt of a group of local children playing.
"Big brother, where are you going?" a child asked curiously.
"There's a swamp ahead," I dreamed.
The child immediately looked terrified: "A swamp? There are Tsichkels there! Be careful, they might eat us! Run, run!"
I gazed thoughtfully in the direction of the swamp: "Tschkeira..."
Subsequently, the police officers who were assisting me with the investigation arrived at the scene and introduced me to the local legends.
"There's a legend around here that a monster lives in the swamp. This swamp is bottomless; places like this are very common in the countryside."
"To keep people away, they would say that there were monsters in such dangerous places."
Did the underground penetrating bomb from the previous episode pollute the environment and create a new crisis?
So, this swamp monster was likely awakened by the contamination from the piercing bullet?
Following the probe's directions, I arrived at the edge of the swamp and happened to see Old Man Hirano.
The police routinely questioned Mr. Hirano.
"We are detectives investigating a robbery. Have you seen two men with deep scars on their faces in this area?" the police officer asked sternly.
"Never seen it before," Old Man Hirano replied expressionlessly. Then he turned to look at Imu, who was testing the water quality, and immediately tensed up. "What are you doing?"
"I'm just investigating the pollution of the swamp," I said truthfully, squatting beside the swamp.
"There's nothing to investigate! This swamp is fine, hurry back!" Old Man Hirano suddenly became very agitated and stepped forward to try to drive away Imu.
Just then, a policeman suddenly pointed at the water and shouted, "Look over there!"
On the water's surface, the suitcase that Hirano had kicked into the water earlier floated up due to buoyancy, with the stolen banknotes scattered all over the ground.
The police officer immediately drew his gun: "Sir, do you know something? Please come with us to the police station to assist with the investigation!"
Just as Hirano was about to be forcibly taken away, the once peaceful swamp erupted once more!
A giant tentacle burst from the water with a deafening roar, overturning a police car on the shore. The tentacle lashed out wildly, cornering two police officers.
"Help! Help!"
In my dream, I quickly opened fire, but there were too many tentacles, and I couldn't possibly take care of them all.
"Stop! Stop! Stop it now!" (Japanese)
Seeing this, old man Hirano disregarded the danger and rushed straight to the edge of the swamp.
With trembling hands, he pulled an old, small music box from his pocket and wound it up forcefully.
A poignant and sorrowful melody from a music box slowly rose from the chaotic swamp.
"Kondo! Don't do this! Even if it's for Chie's sake! Kondo, what's wrong with you?!" (Japanese)
Old Man Hirano shouted loudly at the raging beast.
At this moment, my dream also frowned.
This old man was actually shouting Japanese at the aquatic creatures?
But a miracle really happened.
Upon hearing the mournful melody and the names "Kondo" and "Chie," the once ferocious monster actually stopped attacking. It let out a low, mournful cry, slowly loosened its tentacles, and retreated back into the cold water.
The emotions on the screen were completely stirred up.
[Kondo? Tomoe? And why is this old man speaking Japanese?]
Are these people Japanese?
[A music box to soothe a monster? This monster is definitely a human mutation!]
The plot unfolds brilliantly, building suspense step by step.
With the appearance of the monster, the situation has gone beyond the jurisdiction of ordinary police officers.
The XIG forces at the air base quickly took over the scene and located the monster's coordinates.
I dreamt I walked up to the elderly Hirano, who was lost in thought, put on a simultaneous interpretation device, and asked earnestly, "Mr. Hirano, I just heard you call out to that monster? Could you please tell me why? What exactly is that monster? Perhaps we can be of some help." (in Japanese)
Old Man Hirano sneered, his eyes filled with disdain and despair for the defense forces.
But he still answered my dream in Chinese:
"You want to help? Tell me, what kind of help can you actually offer?"
The old man's voice trembled, filled with deep sorrow, "I don't know anything about Root Annihilation Bodies, but you people who only know how to solve problems with force can't help me and Kondo!"
Under my sincere and persistent questioning, Mr. Hirano finally let down his guard, and that dark history that had been covered up for decades was completely exposed, like silt at the bottom of a swamp.
The color tone of the image shifted to an old, yellowish hue.
The story goes back to the last century, to the Second World War, a brutal conflict that swept the globe.
"Kondo and I used to work in a secret research institute of the Japanese army in the old days. There, we were assigned to the same group and conducted our research independently."
In the video, young Hirano and Kondo, dressed in white lab coats, are busy working in front of a microscope.
"Kondo, Kondo, come and see! This bacterium reproduces so fast!" the young Hirano exclaimed excitedly.
"My bacteria are dividing quite well. This research will definitely benefit humanity!"
"However, I still hope this research will end soon. If the results are significant, we won't have to stay here anymore, and we can go home."
Kondo smiled and answered, and the two talked about the future.
The old man's deep narration continued: "We firmly believed that as long as we achieved results, we could escape the war and return home to reunite with our families, so we worked day and night on our research."
"Then, something terrible happened. Kondo and I, by chance, developed an artificial bacterium. It was a demonic crystal that could turn the human body into a biological weapon."
The scene shows high-ranking Japanese officers issuing brutal orders.
After learning the truth, Kondo rushed into the laboratory to try to stop it.
"Stop it, everyone! You can't do this! You can't use this to fight a war!"
Kondo protested vehemently, "This bacteria is extremely dangerous! It will cause soldiers' cells to multiply rapidly, making them incredibly ferocious and savage, even distorting the human form!"
However, the cold-blooded Japanese soldiers disregarded Kondo's conscience. To make an example of him, they forcibly pinned Kondo down on the experimental table.
"The most terrifying thing is that Kondo, who vehemently opposed this research, was used as the first live test subject."
"No! Stop! Stop!"
In the scene, Kondo is forcibly injected with artificial bacteria, and he lets out a piercing scream in pain.
His body began to twist and swell, his skin torn, and he eventually turned into a hideous monster.
The military leadership's disregard for human life has backfired spectacularly.
The mutated Kondo killed all the soldiers in the research institute and destroyed all the data, but spared his best friend Hirano.
Kondo, who escaped into a swamp, could no longer transform back into a human.
He could only wander around the area, eventually hiding at the bottom of the dark lake, silently guarding his only daughter, Zhihui, whom he had brought to the Xia Kingdom.
"For him, although he had become an ugly monster and could no longer return to his true homeland, watching his only daughter grow up in Xia Kingdom was the happiest thing for him."
In the scene, a little girl is turning a music box by the swamp, while a monster at the bottom of the water listens quietly.
"But later... Chie was caught in the Japanese air raids and unfortunately died."
Old man Hirano closed his eyes in anguish, tears streaming down his face.
This is the most ironic thing.
Kondo's child eventually died at the hands of the country for which Kondo served.
From that time on, Kondo completely lost hope in his country and in his own life.
Hirano, on the other hand, stayed in this place stained with blood and tears. He would spend his entire life by the swamp, atoning for the sins they had committed in creating the demonic bacteria.
At this moment, the comments section was filled with deep shock and anger.
Alas, how tragic!
It's Unit 731!
This is utterly inhumane; they even experiment on their own people. Such blatant disregard for human life is utterly disgusting.
[...Kondo is clearly a kind scientist who upholds his principles.]
The father died in an experiment, the daughter perished in an air raid on her own country; war destroyed everything beautiful.
This is the evil of history. Those Unit 731 biological warfare units were truly wicked and inhumane!
Never forget national humiliation!
Monsters aren't born monsters; they are driven into monster form by human desires.
After hearing this tragic history, the protagonist, Takaga Yume, was deeply affected.
However, the crisis in reality has not been resolved.
The communicator crackled with an anxious report from the XIG team: "Thirty meters below the swamp, signs of an amplified hazardous reaction have appeared! The monster has absorbed the radioactive contaminants left behind by the previous underground penetrating bomb, making it even larger and more ferocious!"
The swamp dried up instantly following the violent earthquake.
A gigantic mud monster, its body emitting a foul and polluted stench, roared as it crawled out of the ground!
Kondo, who could initially be soothed by the music box, completely lost his last shred of reason under the stimulation of the contamination from the new type of human weapon.