Jiang Mian was curled up on the carpet and was pushed in by two guards.
The mechanical sound of the door being locked came from behind him, and Jiang Mian's mind was a mess, completely numb. The strong electric light still remained in his sight, flickering violently, and it was so painful that he could hardly see the things in front of him.
He covered his bursting temple, struggled to pull off the protective hood, stumbled into the bathroom, turned on the faucet to the maximum, then dived into the sink, waiting for the familiar tingling sensation to overwhelm him.
The Sigma Institute is heavily guarded, and its domestic water is particularly special. It's unknown what allergy-causing chemicals are added to it. It's fine for everyone else, except Jiang Mian. If he touches it for a little longer, he will feel painfully burned by a high-concentration disinfectant, and he must use purified water for washing.
But Jiang Pingyang was gone, and no one would pay attention to his self-harming behavior. The cold water rushed down his head and face, covering his nose. Jiang Mian opened his mouth wide, knelt by the pool and took a deep breath. His lungs were dry and he felt an involuntary thirst.
The water calmed him, and even though they would soon burn fiercely and jump and dig at his skin, he did feel much better for a short time.
The young man's hair was wet and floating loosely on the water surface. His eyelashes were also covered with tiny water droplets. Back in the familiar enclosed space, he could no longer control himself. His eyes were red and tears rushed down his cheeks before the allergic reaction. Jiang Mian buried his face in the water and cried silently.
Why should a free life suffer such torture? Lapers does not belong here, and the mermaid from six years ago does not belong here either. They were all captured by people for their own selfish desires, and then forcibly imprisoned here for exploitation research - just like they can't cry, laugh, feel pain, or speak...
Eternal life gained from blood, artificial deformed elixir, what kind of person would drink it happily
Jiang Mian had argued with Jiang Pingyang before, but Jiang Pingyang just looked at him calmly and said, "My life and property, including yours, are all earned from mermaid research. Why don't you want to do it? Well, let's get it out there. Tomorrow we will be secretly executed with our heads covered, and our bodies will be dragged out to feed the sharks. You talk to me about ideals, justice and reason, but who will tell us how to live?"
Jiang Mian couldn't refute his adoptive father, but he knew it was wrong, and he always insisted in his heart that it was wrong. Jiang Pingyang often lamented in private that he was a fool in the right way. A fool is a fool, and a fool in the right way is always much better than a smart person in the wrong way.
Until today, he once again witnessed the institute's evil deeds against mermaids, and it was more than ten times more violent than the last time.
Jiang Mian wanted to scream, to run away, to rush out and smash everything, and he was looking forward to retribution all the time. The painful anger was like magma, filling his weak and sick body. This cold and steel-like place was always squeezing his upright but fragile moral values, trying to shape him into a person who could be indifferent to cruel persecution and then happily press the electric shock button.
Jiang Mian was full of energy but weak, and every time he collided with it, he was covered in bruises. The suppressed anger had nowhere to go, so it could only burn bitterly in his heart, torturing himself.