Crossing the road covered with yellow sand, it came to the neighborhood. Still a few hundred meters away, its soft feet rubbed against the road surface, making "sha---" and "sha---" sounds.
On that smooth, grayish-white membrane, there are no eyes, ears, tentacles or breathing holes. How does it perceive the world? Hearing, vision, or sound waves? This determines how they should escape.
Xibei asked: "How...what should I do?"
Cole Lu didn't say anything. He walked to the window and stretched out his hand to push it. But the window seemed frozen or rusted. When he pushed it for the first time, it didn't move at all. He tensed his arms and pushed harder. The window made an extremely unpleasant creaking sound of metal breaking and friction, and was barely pushed diagonally to open a small triangular gap.
The dark muzzle of a gun protruded from the gap, but the colonel was aiming not at the monster, but at the street opposite.
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