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The black mist roared past, flowing continuously in this empty building as if losing its direction.
Tang En held his breath and looked at the black mist passing outside the door with complicated eyes. The information page in his hand was pressed into fine folds by his increased force.
[Experimental arrangement on x month x:
Name: Tours
Subject number: 2310
Experimental content: Inject No. 3 drug to stimulate its brain waves through electromagnetic stimulation.
There is an active reaction, ready for brain tissue resection surgery, to obtain experimental samples.
…
The experimental body collapsed, and the experimental body was replaced. ]
Tang En looked at the silver-haired man whose eyes had lost focus in the black mist, and his heart was full of sympathy.
This should also be a poor experimental subject.
He inadvertently found a piece of experimental data left in the office, and he also fully understood the secrets hidden in this sanatorium.
This sanatorium, which claims to care for all mentally ill patients, actually secretly conducts human experiments that are forbidden by the stars!
And the current situation where the demons dance here must be inseparable from those experiments that violate humanitarianism.
Tang En sighed, and suddenly felt that there were more and more mysteries hidden behind this.
Who on earth has such a powerful force to support such a secret experimental base
"Ah!!!"
A familiar scream came, and Tang En was startled, and immediately rushed out of the room.
He recognized the owner of the voice, it was his captain and friend—Bill!]
—From "Top Secret: 4050"
Ward 211
Sitting on the soft and comfortable bed, Zhou Yu felt as if something was missing and felt uncomfortable all over.
Turning his gaze to the silver-haired boy standing aside, Zhou Yu immediately understood what he lacked.
"Come here, Tours."
Zhou Yu stretched out his arms to Tours.
Seeing Zhou Yu's posture, Tours immediately blushed.
But even if he was too shy, he still walked over obediently, and was held in Zhou Yu's arms.
Rubbing Tours's soft hair, Zhou Yu showed a satisfied smile.
"Ah, it's so comfortable, Tours, how about you staying here at night?"
Zhou Yu was really reluctant to part with this big pillow, it was so comfortable to hold it, it felt like the void in his heart was being filled.
After hearing Zhou Yu's words, No. 2 Brawny Man immediately persuaded, "No way, big brother, there are rules here—ah!"
He pinched the strong man No. 2 fiercely, and the bald strong man gave him a look of resentment, then turned his head and smiled flatteringly: "Of course! Of course there is no problem! Brother, don't worry! It's absolutely fine!"
snort! No wonder! He was just waiting for this lunatic to break the rules and be locked up in a small dark room!
Let's see if he can still be so arrogant!
Tours, who knew the rules of this nursing home well, gave them a cold look, then turned to look at Zhou Yu, and said softly: "Brother, I can't live here. There are rules in the hospital. If someone changes the ward and is discovered They will be imprisoned in the small black room together with the person who instigated the change of ward!"
The bald man really didn't expect the little bug at the bottom of the nursing home to dare to tell the truth, and he broke out in a cold sweat, wishing he could sew Tours' mouth shut with a needle.
Damn it! This kid, who was obviously being coerced, turned towards that lunatic!
And he still has the guts to expose his lies in front of him, the leader of the patient! Don't want to live!
The bald brawny man, who had never paid attention to the scum of the soul-dividing clan, suffered a dumb loss, and his heart was about to bleed with regret.
"oh, I see."
Zhou Yu glanced at the bald man with a smile, and naturally understood his calculations in his heart.
It's just that he really didn't expect this bald man to be so brainless that he dared to tell such an obvious lie directly.
Alas, it seems that there is indeed something wrong with the brain, and it is not serious.
Thinking of this, Zhou Yu looked at the bald man with a little sympathy.
Then, he beat him with great sympathy.
The beaten limbs were broken, and the bald man who could only crawl on the ground cried like a child.
He was wrong, really!
Who knows what he was thinking just now? My brain is pumping!
And just as the bald man was crying, a wisp of black mist penetrated into the depths of his soul at an even faster speed.
The mutation is in progress.
The night was dark.
Tours stood at the door of the ward, watching the god who sent him back go away, and the love in his eyes became more and more bottomless.
Today was the best day of his life because—his god appeared.
Tours raised the corners of his mouth, his smile was as intoxicating as eating the sweetest honey in the world.
"Finally back, bastard!"
A disdainful voice came from behind.
Hearing this voice, a dark color flashed in Tours' emerald green eyes, and the joy on his face was suppressed.
Turning his head, Tours returned to his previous gloomy appearance.
There are thick dark circles under his delicate green eyes, which make the originally clear pupils become uncomfortably gloomy.
But the blood stains on his hospital gown and his pale face did not make people feel any sense of threat, leaving only the spontaneous sense of disgust.
The disheveled silver-haired boy looked at Tours sarcastically, and the disdain in his eyes was almost overflowing.
"What? Did you feel comfortable with that lunatic? Why didn't you die under that lunatic!"
Looking at the blood stains and pale face on Tours' body, the silver-haired boy guessed what happened to him during the day.
Witnessing the scuffle during the day, he didn't think the lunatic who only knew how to hit people would treat the bastard so well.
This bastard must have been beaten too hard!
As for the act of giving it away just now, I'm afraid it was also to threaten this bastard not to run around!
Anyway, the silver-haired boy would never believe that Tours could get preferential treatment from others.
Facing the maliciousness of the silver-haired boy, Tours just remained silent.
But his fingers behind his back were clenched tightly, as if he was restraining his bloodthirsty desire.
It's too early, killing these guys will cause trouble.
Seeing that this gloomy and disgusting guy kept silent, the other silver-haired teenagers also looked over with disgust, and said, "It's disgusting! You bastard! It really couldn't be dirtier! Just wait! Later, the dean knows about you. you're done!"
For the sake of experimentation, these experimental subjects are not allowed to have relationships with other people, whether voluntary or forced.
This saves them, who are generally good-looking, from becoming the object of others' venting.
This is also the only preferential treatment that this sanatorium gives to these soul-splitters who are willing to be bullied.
"You bastard! You really deserve to die! You don't deserve to be part of the soul clan!"
"Trash! Why don't you die! What if the dean gets angry with us!"
"That's right! This guy is disgusting!! Look at him like that! He must be used to it! Haha!"
"I'm really ashamed of the dean's usual care for us!"
The obscene words of these silver-haired teenagers that did not match their appearance sounded in the ward, but Tours still turned a deaf ear and walked to his bed, lay down, closed his eyes and prepared to rest.
His undisturbed blood was his best disguise.
Now that he looks miserable, no one is willing to take the risk of beating him to death again.
He is also very happy.
These idiots who are doing experiments and being stupid, really think that the dean with a face is a good person, heh, it's ridiculous.
Hiding the sarcasm in his eyes, Tours was about to fall asleep.
He has to go to his god tomorrow, and he doesn't want to be late.
Boom—
There was a familiar knock on the door, and all the soul-splitting teenagers in the ward turned pale and trembled all over.
"No, it's impossible, it's only, it's only been three days..."
Hearing the terrified voices of other people, Tours opened his eyes, his eyes were extremely cold.
The time between experiments was shortened by ten days.
Originally, after the experiment, those experimenters would send them back to the ward to rest for 13 days, but now, it was obvious that they were about to usher in another experiment.
"Except for No. 2310, everyone else came out."
The cold and ruthless tone of the people outside the door made all the soul-splitting teenagers feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
Sitting up, Tours looked at the unwilling crowd expressionlessly, with the corners of his mouth slightly hooked.
According to the progress of this experiment, they will soon be consumed.
However, he didn't want to die when he just met the god.
Tours clenched his palms tightly, and the invisible black mist penetrated into the ears of the disheveled boy who scolded him the most.
So what to do—
Raising the corners of his mouth, a trace of excited scarlet flashed in Tours' eyes.
Of course, give them what they want most!
squeak—
The door of the room opened, and researchers in white uniforms and white masks stood by the door with indifferent eyes.
"The first one, subject 2290."
Hearing this, the disheveled boy stood tremblingly in the ward, pointed at Tours with distorted facial features, and shouted: "No! It's not fair! Why doesn't he have to go! Isn't he also a test subject? Why?"
The researcher in white frowned impatiently and pressed the controller in his hand.
"Experiment 2290, violated the rules once."
Zizi—
"Ah!!!"
The disheveled boy who was stunned to the ground by the electric current gushing from the collar screamed and curled up in pain.
Tours lowered his head timidly, his shoulders trembled, as if he was terribly frightened.
Panting weakly, he looked almost the same as when he was sent back last time dying.
Seeing this, the white-clothed researcher withdrew his gaze and ordered the medical robot beside him to lift up the disheveled boy who was lying on the ground and could not move.
"Next, subject 2298."
After the scene just now, the other soul-splitting youths were much more honest, and did not ask why Tours could stop the experiment.
It's just that the eyes they occasionally glance at Tours are full of deep resentment.
Accepting experiments is something they are accustomed to. Faced with these routine experiments, they can calmly accept them.
But once there is one person who can make an exception, all the original peace will turn into resentment towards the exception.
Especially when this exceptional person was the bastard Tours they had always despised, the resentment would only deepen.
Tours lowered his head, hiding the arc of his mouth in the shadows.
Resentment
What a coincidence, me too.
That being the case, it is only natural that only one of us survived in the end.
Spreading out his palms, a fine black mist invisible to the naked eye penetrated into the skins of all the spirit youths present, bringing them some unknown mutations.
Sanatorium underground experiment base
"Experiment 2290, inject twice the amount of β drug!"
[The test subjects accepted it well. ]
The woman with the ponytail looked at the experimental data on the projection screen, and a look of joy flashed in her eyes.
"three times!"
[The test subjects accepted it well. ]
"Four times!"
[The experimental subject did not accept it well. ]
The disheveled boy who was soaked in the green solution groaned in pain.
But the ponytailed woman didn't pay attention to the pain of the experimental subject, but kept asking the researchers to increase the dose, until the disheveled boy screamed that his seven orifices were bleeding before stopping the injection.
"Unprecedented success! Perform brain tissue removal surgery! I want to get this sample as soon as possible!"
"yes!"
On the third floor of the nursing home, Tours looked at the mist wrapped around his fingertips, his eyes were scarlet.
I have bestowed on you the ability that the soul race most desires, shouldn't you thank me? Calle!
Recently, rumors of a terrifying newcomer began to circulate in the nursing home.
It is said that this newcomer has copper skin and iron bones, and is invulnerable to swords and guns. Even laser guns can't do anything to him, so he can be called a monster.
Moreover, this newcomer is an out-and-out lunatic, moody and extremely fond of beating people.
This rumor made many ordinary patients in the sanatorium panic, and even their mental illnesses have deepened to varying degrees.
But these rumors are still not credible to those patient leaders and bigwigs.
The man with short brown hair and a long scar on his face snorted coldly and kicked a patient beside him to the ground.
"Don't tell me those useless things! What kind of rookie can be invulnerable? Huh? I think you are too good at it!"
The big man on the second floor—the man with the scar, looked disdainful.
"Let's go! Take me to the newcomer's dormitory! I'm really going to fuck that invulnerable man today!"
The kicked patient clutched his newly repaired tongue tightly and burst into tears.
"Don't, boss, please, if you can't do it, just take the gun, that guy does have two brushes! Huh!"
Thinking of the feeling when his tongue was cut off by that demon, the sallow-faced patient couldn't help crying again.
"Woo, boss, I, I miss my mother a little bit, woo... Mom! woo! Where are you, mom!"
The man with the scar twitched his cheeks, speechless.
Come on, the guy is sick with fright.
The author has something to say: I checked it out, and the small theater yesterday was inspired by the movie "Blacksmith of Hell"~
That demon is so cute hahaha
small theater:
Top-secret world awareness: (addicted to counting beans.jpg)
Hell World Consciousness: (Patting Top Secret's head tenderly) It would be great if you were always so obedient, Sweetie.
Spiritual World Consciousness: (hugging the blender) By the way, Hell has maintained this posture for a day, haven't you finished counting the top secret beans? (The old father's suspicious eyes.jpg)
Hell World Consciousness: (wiping the sweat off top-secret forehead) Huh? Didn't I say that? Xiao Tiantian has obsessive-compulsive disorder, so he has to count a thousand times to confirm it!
(Smile.jpg) I think such a serious little sweet is so cute, that's why I fell in love with little sweet without hesitation! Wearing black all the time is also to please Xiao Tiantian!
Consciousness of the supernatural world: (Hold your fat self.jpg) Is it Dad's illusion? Why does Hell laugh so sinisterly!
Future world consciousness: (cover your face.jpg) Haven't you reacted yet! Hell, he knew the top secret that he had obsessive-compulsive disorder, and that he had to count the top secret a thousand times! How would he know if he hadn't tried it! (Indifference.jpg)
Consciousness of the supernatural world: (Thinking carefully and fearfully.jpg) Dad's heart can't take it anymore QAQ.
Cthulhu and Nightmare: (eating melon silently) It’s pretty good, a perfect match, a natural scum and a scheming dog!