After being snatched back, Lieutenant Colonel Zhan did not intend to resist. He lay flat on the bed with his arms open.
The hesitation turned into an electronic storm.
Memories are recalled and superimposed, whether true or false, sometimes real and sometimes unreal. Behind familiar faces are greedy traps, and in the gentle breath there is lingering anxiety.
The humans smiled at him quietly, fully on guard, ready to be killed.
The ball of light that flickered intermittently suddenly pounced forward fiercely.
Zhan Chen was completely wrapped up by him, a state that Yu Tang would never use when he was awake. He burst out with such powerful strength that he threw him onto the bed. It was as if a miniature violent hurricane had broken out in the bedroom.
The electronic storm pressed itself and the human race onto the bed. Even the light and air began to distort slightly as they could not withstand the pressure.
Yu Tang's figure was solid.
He held Zhan Chen hostage, his eyes were filled with dark particles, yet there was light flickering in the depths.
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The first time Electron Storm learned to "get angry" was seven days after he started learning to raise humans.
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Although they failed to grab their favorite spring, they got the shiny buttons, which still made the newcomer group very satisfied.
He memorized the route and came to see Zhan Chen every day, but later he was too lazy to go out.
The traps in the human world are really too tempting, with sweet milk and freshly-baked cookies, pillows and soft blankets, little yellow duck toys, and game consoles.
The electronic storm quickly adapted to human life.
In the days that followed, the electronic storm crushed my will. I sat on the sofa playing games with a bowl of cookies soaked in hot milk, and completely forgot what else I had to do.
For seven days, Zhan Chen did not return home on time.
Zhanchen goes out every day. He explains that he goes out to "work".
Zhan Chen said that in human society, work means doing something that you don’t really want to do but have to do.
Every time after coming back from work, Zhan Chen looked very tired. Sometimes he couldn't even speak and had to lie in bed and rest for a long time without moving.
Electron Storm decided to go out and pick up his own human.
He didn't know the way, but he didn't know how far it was. Zhan Chen sat under a tree not far from the door. When he saw him jumping under the street light, a familiar and quiet smile appeared in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand for him to fall into his palm.
Zhan Chen's hands were different from usual, very cold, and his fingertips were shaking uncontrollably.
The small ball of light in his palm bounced twice and looked up at him.
"It's okay." Zhan Chen smiled at him and said softly, "I—"
He only had time to say a few words before his eyes suddenly narrowed. He pulled open his shirt and stuffed the ball of light in before she could react.
An experimenter came over.
They also saw Zhan Chen. This experimental subject numbered D13 had just undergone ten tests. The peak stimulation had reached the limit of the human body, but there was still no sign of successful implantation of superpowers.
This kind of useless waste, I don't understand why the doctor insisted on keeping it.
"Can't walk anymore?" The experimenter looked down at Zhan Chen, "Do you have money? If you do, we'll drag you back."
Someone nearby was disdainful: "What money does a test subject have?"
"He's different. Even though the implantation of his superpowers was unsuccessful, he is still the best among the experimental subjects."
An experimenter stared at Zhan Chen and looked him up and down: "This should be a person who has received survival training... a soldier? If not, the height of the experimental body suit of the military will not be so low..."
This laboratory and research institute is completely closed. Apart from the transportation of experimental subjects, it rarely interacts with the outside world. It has almost become a small society with distinct class divisions.
The doctor and the person in charge who lead the experiment enjoy preferential treatment beyond imagination. The experimental subjects are placed in a separate isolated area, and each one fights for resources according to his own ability, in order to select the new humans who are most suitable for transformation and evolution.
In contrast, these low-level ordinary experimenters have long been completely numb to the tragic scenes in their studies, and blackmailing and bullying the experimental subjects are commonplace.
They didn't dare to provoke Zhan Chen rashly because there was always an inexplicable aura around this young experimental subject. Every time they were glanced at by those quiet black eyes, they felt uncomfortable.
Moreover, although Zhan Chen has no superpowers, he can still live safely and freely in the experimental subject observation area where people are killing each other. He must have some special abilities.
But today was different. Zhan Chen's strength had been exhausted during the test and observation, and even standing up was difficult for him.
“Isn’t that amazing?”
"You usually don't take us seriously, but it turns out you're just pretending. Are those experimental subjects intimidated by you?"
"Come on, you can't stand up like this?"
"Go take a look in his room. He must have a lot of valuable things..."
These experimenters rarely find the opportunity to show off their fear, and they mock each other one by one. Some of them have already made a move to open the door of Zhan Chen's room.
Zhan Chen sat quietly under the tree.
His expression remained calm, his dark eyes were still, and he raised his hand without leaving a trace, pressing down the small ball of light hidden in his collar.
… He had indeed exhausted his physical strength, but he still had at least three ways to kill these experimenters in an instant.
It was simple to do, but he still couldn't do it.
These people have committed numerous evil deeds, and each of them has killed several experimental subjects. There is no such thing as a crime that does not deserve death - but since he wants to continue staying here, he must hide his own strength.
If these people discover his methods, they can easily trace him back to the safe place, and by then it will not just be him who is implicated.
What's more... he has to stay here to collect information.
Only by accumulating enough intelligence and mastering key evidence can we completely eliminate this evil laboratory.
The provocative tone and words became more and more intense. Zhan Chen exerted force on his hands and pressed the angry light ball back.
He could sense that Little Light Ball was annoyed, but he couldn't let Little Light Ball come out at this time.
He didn't know what this ball of light was, but he instinctively had a hunch that he must not let anyone notice the existence of this ball of light.
Reaching out to push the door, the experimenter suddenly gasped.
He felt as if he had been bitten hard by an insect. When he lowered his head to take a closer look, he saw that it was actually an inconspicuous pebble that had hit his neck with a strong wind.
The experimenter looked at D13 who was still sitting under the tree, and walked over angrily: "Who gave you the courage—"
“The lab has rules.”
Zhan Chen said: "Any interference with the experimental subjects' activities within the designated area will be considered a violation."
The experimenter was hit in a sore spot and his face instantly turned gloomy.
"I won't argue with you today." Zhan Chen said, "If it happens again, I won't be so easy to talk to you."
The experimenter sneered: "Is this what you said? Listen, we—"
The experimenter's voice suddenly stopped in his throat.
Zhan Chen had already stood up. He was leaning against a tree trunk, one hand still firmly pressed on his upper abdomen. The fabric of his clothes had been wrinkled and his face was still very pale.
In his other hand, a sharp blade appeared at some point.
There was no such thing in the experimental subjects' supplies. The subject probably picked up a thin piece of iron and ground it into a blade himself. The narrow and sharp blade tip flashed a frightening cold light.
… If what D13 threw just now was not a stone but this blade, the experimenter's throat would have been cut long ago.
The experimenters were so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat. The one standing closest to Zhan Chen felt a chill in his throat and quickly retreated more than ten meters away.
"You are not allowed to possess such dangerous items!" The leading experimenter was still holding on, bluffing, "Hand it over, we will confiscate it—"
Zhan Chen tilted his head slightly.
The experimenter shuddered unconsciously and swallowed the rest back.
... Even if a blade is confiscated, D13 can sharpen a new one by itself.
Not allowed to sharpen knife blades, D13 can also collect broken glass and even grind broken stones into thin blades - if they are really targeted, they will have to be careful about severing their carotid arteries when walking outside in the future.
And... where did this D13 hide the blade
There were so many of them that not even one of them could really see clearly where the blade came from!
The experimenter saw Zhan Chen's still gentle and calm eyes, and felt a deep chill in his eyes. He hastily closed his mouth and stepped back.
The blade flashed between Zhan Chen's fingers and disappeared without a trace.
The experimenters were filled with fear and didn't dare to provoke this strange experimental subject any more. They also didn't dare to turn away and hurriedly left the resettlement area where the experimental subject was isolated.
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Zhan Chen breathed a sigh of relief, his right hand dropped weakly, and his body swayed and was about to fall.
A force resisted him.
The little ball of light finally broke free from his clothes, held his body, and threw him a shiny crutch from somewhere.
Zhan Chen was speechless: "Thank you..."
The ball of light ignored him and continued to shine its light along the street lamps. It dragged Zhan Chen back into the room and slammed him against the window with a bang.
The humans he raised were bullied, and he was trapped in a ball of cloth, unable to get out, and couldn't swallow these bad guys into the storm with dignity.
The electron storm had traveled to 697 galaxies before, and had never suffered this injustice.
"Okay, don't be angry."
Zhan Chen was thrown onto the bed. He sat up and spread out his hand that contained the blade: "You helped me a lot."
If the little ball of light had not been pinned down by him and unable to struggle, and had not been so angry that he threw everything out, he would not have been able to find anything suitable to intimidate the experimenters.
"It was an accident today." Zhan Chen apologized gently, "I shouldn't have done that. It was very rude."
The ball of light ignored him and didn't even look at the shiny blade.
Zhan Chen thought about it carefully and reflected sincerely: "We have only known each other for a short time, I shouldn't have stuffed you into my clothes."
Light ball: “…”
The apology failed to hit the point and seemed to make the other party even angrier.
Zhan Chen blinked his eyes, looked at the ball of light jumping farther and farther away, and pulled the corner of his mouth in silence.
… He wanted to bake some chocolate chip cookies, boil some milk, and coax his only new friend.
But he was really too tired.
The most difficult thing is not to keep going down, but at a certain moment, suddenly a certain method arises in the bottom of your heart to dispel the hesitation.
Is it worth going on like this? Should we continue
Zhan Chen closed his eyes and put the blade away.
"Don't be mad at me."
Zhan Chen pleaded gently: "Next time, I will hide you better, I promise..."
He had broken out in a cold sweat, and with the cold wind blowing outside, he had already lost consciousness from the cold. He stretched out his arms with great effort, trying to curl up his body to keep warm.
He overestimated his remaining physical strength, and as soon as he moved, everything in front of him suddenly went dark.
The ball of light turned back and was about to teach its own human being a lesson, when it suddenly saw Zhan Chen's body fall down as if it was broken.
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Zhan Chen seemed to have fallen into a strange dimension.
Those three words seemed to have turned on a switch that hadn't been discovered. He was still conscious and could see the small ball of light circling around him anxiously, but he had no control over his body at all.
He saw himself lying motionless on the bed, his eyes closed, his face as white as paper.
Xiao Guangtuan was so easy to coax that she forgot all about her anger by just doing this. She snuggled into his arms and tried to nudge him again and again.
Xiao Guangtuan dragged him back to the bed and made him lie down, then rubbed his face gently.
Zhan Chen really wanted to open his eyes and say thank you to the other party, but no matter how hard he tried, he could do nothing.
The ball of light circled around him anxiously, trying to flatten itself out and wrap itself around him. In an attempt to keep him warmer, it took the initiative to get into his clothes and warm his chest which was chilled by cold sweat.
The anxiety and worry could not be hidden and overflowed from the warm yellow light.
After becoming an agent, Zhan Chen has stepped on the line between life and death countless times, and the last time he received care came from an unknown light.
"I'm fine, little ball of light."
Zhan Chen knew that the other party couldn't hear what he said, but he still tried his best to explain again and again: "I'm just too tired, just take a rest, don't worry-"
His voice suddenly paused.
The young agent, who had just awakened his special powers and opened up his sea of consciousness, couldn't stop his ears from burning in his consciousness and coughed lightly.
The small ball of light in front of him was so anxious that he had no choice but to crawl out from his collar.
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The human body is too fragile.
If you touch it, it will fall apart. If you shake it, you will feel dizzy. If you are not careful, the particles will float everywhere in the entire electronic storm.
The fragile humans might have fainted from hunger.
Xiao Guangtuan sighed worriedly, ran back to the sofa, and jumped into the milk bowl and dipped it twice.
The little ball of light, which had just been dipped in sweet milk, moved over carefully, hot and shiny, and tremblingly pressed against his loosely pursed lips.