When all kinds of messy containment objects were brought back to the hive, Zhang Heng was wiping Jason's mask.
He clearly found that Jason's mask seemed to be a product that transcended time and space. Any act of wiping on the mask could temporarily wipe away the dust on the mask, but it would return to its original state again the next second, and was messed up. Wipe the dirty cotton swab and it will be clean again.
"It's so strange. This mask has some kind of supernatural power. You can try it." Zhang Heng played with the mask and hesitated, but Gu Zhan's voice suddenly came.
"Your Excellency, Commander, we have collected several types of containment objects. These objects need to be analyzed and studied before they can be put into use in the future." Gu Zhan walked in from the door. He once again took out a ball-shaped object, like A rubik's cube inlaid with gems that could be rotated and a music box were placed in front of Zhang Heng.
"These things..." Zhang Heng just took a glance and recognized these things. The spherical Rubik's Cube was used to summon the humanoid monster with several circular saw blades inserted into its head. It was a kind of energy-based monster. Something between life and physical life.
As for the music box, Zhang Heng took it and tried to open it. Suddenly he could see a little girl dancing ballet made of an unknown material spinning continuously inside. The shape was exquisite, almost a work of art. At the same time, there was a Crisp ringtones kept coming, but Zhang Heng felt an indescribable malice on this music box.
After checking the two new items, Zhang Heng asked Gu Zhan to put them away first. He took Jason's mask and thought about it. In the end, he did not choose to wear the mask on his head. After all, the mask was too weird. , far beyond what a mask should have.
However, this does not mean that the experiment cannot continue. Zhang Heng is unwilling to wear it, but there are people who can be used as test subjects. Soon, a death row prisoner wearing a white hospital gown was blindfolded and pushed into the isolation room. The clone warrior who pushed the prisoner to death just loosened the opponent's blindfold and physical restraints, walked out of the biological isolation room, and closed the door tightly.
Outside the isolation room, Zhang Heng looked at the isolation room behind the one-way mirror. At this time, the death row prisoner had noticed that the restraints on his body had become loose. He sat up tremblingly and began to observe curiously. Looking around, especially the mirrors on the walls, he even realized the function of these mirrors. He put his eyes against the mirrors in order to see what was behind the mirrors. Unfortunately, he was destined to be unable to do so.
"Herman Anderson." Zhang Heng looked at the time, took the microphone from the observer on the side, and said softly.
"Who, who is talking to me!" After hearing Zhang Heng's voice, the death row prisoner suddenly looked extremely frightened. He kept retreating in the opposite direction of the sound, until he retreated to the corner.
"You don't need to know who I am." Zhang Heng said lightly, "I just ask you, do you want to be free?"
"Yes, of course I do." The man named Herman's eyes lit up and he said quickly.
"Since you want to be free, then do what I say." Zhang Heng's voice contained an emotion that could not be disobeyed, "Your task is very simple, that is, put on a mask. As long as you can put on this mask Survive, then you can become a D-class personnel, and when you upgrade to B-class, you will have complete freedom."
"Is it that simple?" Herman clearly felt that Zhang Heng's tone did not even think about what he should do, but it was obvious that from the other party's voice, he could feel that the other party was absolutely freezing to the bone.
"Of course." Zhang Heng didn't say much, but pressed a button. Immediately, the floor tiles opened in response, and a small podium slowly rose. In the center of the podium, there was a black The copper-colored mask has a leather strap on the back, which is tied to the back of the head like a belt.
"Okay, let's put it on." Zhang Heng said lightly. Although he showed little emotion from beginning to end, the indifference and attitude of treating ordinary people like ants still made Herman feel a little helpless. Describe the pressure.
"What will happen if I put it on?" Herman asked tremblingly.
"Why not give it a try?"
Hearing this, a trace of confusion flashed in Herman's eyes. He understood that being placed here was by no means the work of some internal staff. Even the head of the hall would not be able to allow himself, a death row prisoner, to live so much longer. God, obviously, there is a price to pay for living so many extra days...
"But even if you complete the task when you put on the mask, it still feels so unreliable for some reason?" Herman smiled bitterly, and then slowly exhaled a breath, mustered up the courage, and slowly put on the mask. head on.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Heng subconsciously squinted his eyes and stared at Herman's figure. The assistants on the side held their breath and stared at everything in the isolation room while recording the data line by line. .
"Is this, is this all over?" However, after Herman put on the mask, nothing seemed to happen. He even shrugged and asked again.
There was no answer in the broadcast.
Just when Herman thought it was all over, he suddenly felt itchy on his face. He subconsciously wanted to take off the hockey mask, but he was suddenly stunned because he felt... This mask actually stuck to my cheek, as if it was covered with all-purpose glue. It had been firmly fixed on my cheek unknowingly, and I couldn't even pull it off!
"Damn it!"
Herman yelled, and he knew that things were not that simple. Thinking of this, he started to pick the mask on his face like crazy, but what surprised him even more was that while picking the mask, he actually made himself feel... There was a heartbreaking pain, as if the mask and myself had become one, no longer distinguishable from each other!
Guluuluulu…
But just when he was panicking, a man's murmur suddenly came from beside him. The voice was so close that it seemed to ring in his ears...