Occasional darkness will make people involuntarily calm down, but long-term darkness that can't see the head will only make people anxious, irritable, angry, crazy, all the negative things come from all directions like a tide, along the top of the head, The feet and fingers are entwined like unceasing vines, until the whole person is bound, enveloped, and pulled into the deeper darkness
He could hear the beeping beeps outside the instrument, which seemed a little far away through some kind of enclosure, like some kind of timing from another world, mixed with some experimental data reminders that he didn't understand at the time, boring and boring. .
Every once in a while, he will be teleported into another experimental cabin, and every time the mechanical sound of the experiment start rang coldly, two forces will be loaded around him, maybe the energy field or something else, that At the time he didn't quite understand.
He could only feel a suction pulling him to one place, like a pool with a rubber stopper suddenly pulled out. The huge vortex bound him with an inescapable force, so strong that almost his body was squeezed and changed. Shape, that posture seems not to drag him to a certain point in space, but directly to another world.
Yet another force tried to hold him in place.
At this time, the control of the limbs will wake up for a moment, as if it suddenly returned to the time when the medicine had not been injected into the body and had no effect.
However, this awakening of consciousness is as useless as his long-term sufficient mental power, but in the process of being pulled, he can more clearly feel that his body is hovering on the edge of tearing.
Sometimes he could even smell the bloody smell coming from his body - strong and pungent, which made his consciousness chaotic due to excessive pain regain consciousness.
Whenever the smell appeared, the two tensions that had been loaded on him were withdrawn. He will be returned to his original container for the most meticulous treatment.
Yep, meticulously detailed.
Even if he didn't understand the monitoring and recuperation data broadcasted by electronic audio, he knew how complicated the recuperation process was.
As a result, he can always recover quickly and put himself into the next reincarnation.
I don’t know how many times this process has been repeated. During that time, he had been having a dream. He dreamed that he was standing in a dark night, looking down at the smudged blood on his body, like rust. The fishy and sweet smell stimulated the conditioned reflex in his body, which made his spirits excited and sober. He was about to laugh when suddenly a hand touched his head from behind and asked him, "Does it hurt?"
Then he didn't want to laugh so much.
He gradually got used to the pain by repeating it again and again. No matter how big or deep the wound was, it didn't matter to him. Anyway, it would always be fine in the end. He didn't know what the original purpose of those experiments was, but repeated failures inadvertently gave him another function, and his physical healing ability has far exceeded the category of "normal people".
When he vaguely understood the purpose of the experiment, the experiment finally succeeded—
He finally got rid of the shackles of time on the individual to a certain extent, as people wished, to fill in the so-called "imperfections that people have only", and in the "near-death-retrospect-restart" again and again During the torture, it changed from passive triggering to autonomous control, and then gradually became numb and turned into a monster.
"I escaped when they were celebrating the success of the experiment. I guess everything they did was done in secret. Someone found out where they were that day. It was chaos and gave me a chance." Sae Yang shrugged. Shrugging, "Of course, an invisible little fool can't get far. I ran into a group of strays in the process, and they took them on a flying machine."
He said it very succinctly, and all the conflict and exchange of fire was finished in a few sentences: "They have some bad luck, they have a conflict with another team in a certain sector, maybe a wanderer, maybe a certain planet. My army, and then—boom! exploded into fireworks, and the aircraft’s emergency self-rescue device stuffed me into some escape pod, and was salvaged after a few days of drifting in space.”
Having said this, he laughed: "The salvage person, as you can probably guess, is the unlucky king of wanderers, His Excellency Carlos Black. Unfortunately, the timing of his appearance was not right. I was experimented at that time. Influence, a little easy to get excited. Anyway, I spent a few days in the aircraft under Carlos Black, and neither side was very happy, which set the emotional tone of my dealings with them a few times later. Then they happened to have a relationship with the military. A deal, and I'm back on the ground. The military found some experimental information on me—"
Sae Yang tilted his head and nodded at the side of his neck, "It seems to be here, as far as I know, a lieutenant general of the army later took someone to assemble the whole experiment, and there seem to be a few more in it. Little devil."
Chu Si suddenly remembered that the child who appeared and disappeared in front of Jiang Qi's apartment was also marked with a number on the side of his neck, "So the one I met last time..."
"Ah—that little brat." Sae Young said, "I was really thinking about whether it might have something to do with that laboratory. The initial care there should not be as strict as it was later. Maybe they thought that four or five-year-old children were nothing. I can't do it. I don't think it was very difficult to escape at that time, and I escaped several cubs. When I ran away later, I vaguely heard a person chasing after me saying that it was the second time I had escaped control. Of course, for The first time I was completely unimpressed. After all, you can't expect someone who doesn't even remember what he looks like to remember a failed escape."
"What happened later?" Chu Si asked, with a low tone that he didn't even notice.
"After several years of treatment, my eyes recovered, and then the military placed me in a sanatorium, and then I was slapped with blood by you." Sae Yang laughed after saying, "A very boring one. There are no new stories."
In fact, Chu Si has been thinking about a question for a long time. Why would someone as rebellious as Sae Young be willing to stay in a nursing home, even willing to accept the constraints of a training camp or even go out on a mission for the first two years.
He thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of any other reason except looking for excitement, so he put a conscious hat on Sae Yang, which was regarded as saving others by himself to some extent, because he himself had a purpose to do.
But now, he feels that maybe there are other reasons that are not so crazy and rebellious.
"Do you like sanitariums and training camps?" Chus asked. "I mean, put aside the things I've found fault with and what's wrong with me."
Sae Young raised his brows, his tone with a hint of disgust, "What do you think? Of course it's very, very annoying, every time I see those childish rules that are tied down, I want to do something to destroy them, they It always makes me think of things that are not so comfortable. I have to say, being picked on and offended by you is probably a rare and not annoying thing in those years."
He smiled again when he said this, and seemed to think that the two teenagers who were incompatible with each other were a little too naive.
Chu Si also bent the corner of his mouth: "Then why did you stay for so long?"
"For the sake of them copying the lab and curing my eyes..." Sae Yang said, "I barely endured it for a few years."
Whether it was those years in the sanatorium, or in the training camp, whether as a teenager or just as an adult, every time Sae Yang appeared in Chu Si's field of vision, he was always alone, no matter how many people around him did it. In the background, the temperament in him that is not involved with anyone will always be strongly highlighted.
He used to think that it was arrogance and contempt caused by too conceited, but now he understands the reason.
If the starting point of a person's memory is a fragmented darkness, a closed container, and the connection to the world has nothing but countless ports and infusion tubes all over his body, and he can't even hear human voices... He probably won't be able to get used to it anymore. This is a world with many connections.
So even now, even now that Sae Yang has obviously changed, he still seems very lonely. He can talk to Tang and the others, but he doesn't become familiar with it. He can play some jokes with Shao Heng. , but still not very close.
The exchanges between normal people showed a very extreme result in him - all the connections between him and the surrounding were all through Chus.
To a certain extent, this kind of psychology is the same as that of a child who has just begun to have feelings, as if a long time has returned to the starting point, without those intricate relationship networks and side branches...
He only has two hands, so he can only concentrate on grabbing one person.
Chu Si looked at Sae Yang's eyes, and there was a little smile in his bent eyes. His eyes were that clear light gray, almost transparent, always giving people a cold and unfathomable feeling. It seems that no matter how much you laugh, there is a kind of long silence.
"Saeh..."
"Um?"
Chu Si looked at him for a while, then reached out and hugged him.
"Maybe... it's a little late."
late
Sae Young's chin was pressed into his shoulder socket, and he blinked twice lightly. The light-colored eyes were hidden in the shadow of the half-drooped eyelashes, and the pseudo-natural light in the room sprinkled a few fine points of light through the gaps, so beautiful that it was impossible to tell that he had been blind for several years.
After his eyes recovered, he couldn't get used to it for a long time.
Sometimes, he would suddenly see that the surroundings were still dark, like an island completely separate from the world. Sometimes he suddenly hears a few vague electronic sounds reporting some data related to time and energy, like a mental patient who begins to hallucinate, and sometimes he feels that there is always a trace of blood on his body, thick and sweet. smelly, can't go away...
But it doesn't matter.
Look, someone hugged him without hesitation...