When I opened the door, the smell of logs and flowers filled my nostrils, it smelled good, and the room was unexpectedly bright and empty.

Poplar walked inside, cautiously surveying the environment, the room was divided into three rooms by two wooden walls, and the room opposite the door seemed to be used as a living room.

The ground is covered with a white carpet made of some kind of animal hair, which is soft and relaxing to step on, but the black footprints left by the poplar trees are a bit unsightly.

In the middle of the room was a small log table, on which there was a glass bottle, a bouquet of wild chrysanthemums, a document bag, two chairs on one side, exquisite workmanship, and a skylight on the ceiling, on which the morning light just shone on the table.

On the side of the wall away from the door was a row of wooden shelves with all kinds of wines, and in front of the shelves was a tall long wooden table, enclosed by a small bar, quite interesting, and half a glass of blood-red liquid was placed on the table.

There is also a row of wooden shelves on the wall near the door, on which are placed all kinds of books, mainly books on art, aesthetics, and philosophy, with obvious traces of being flipped.

In the gap between the walls, there are all kinds of paintings, and some plant specimens are dotted in the middle, and the whole room is full of design and life interest, if the poplar tree does not know in advance, it will think that the occupant is an artistic young man who loves life.

Poplar walked to the low round table in the center of the room, picked up the file bag on the table, and opened it.

Inside was a stack of papers, and he flipped through them quickly.

“

Test Name: [Wine of Eternal Life] Test No. 07

Test number: 12356

Subject: A 26-year-old male with no other characteristics except love for literature and art, and is mentally stable and in good health

Test content: Inject 10,000 times diluted [Eternal Life Wine] into the test subject, with an effective volume of 0.005 ml, and observe the subsequent reaction of the test subject

Test Log:

12/2/1955: After injection, subject becomes violently rejected, entering a state of shock that lasts approximately 6 hours, after which vital signs disappear.

1955/12/4: The subject's vital signs recovered, the metabolic speed increased to 3 times, and the exercise ability and recovery ability were greatly improved.

1955/12/7: Subject appears to be able to sense supernatural energy, and his physical ability continues to rise, reaching the C-level standard, surpassing the limits of the human body in an all-round way.

1955/12/14: Subject exhibits a certain degree of paranormal ability, initially judged to be emotionally influencing and even controlling.

1955/12/28: Subject ceased to increase in both supernatural and physical abilities, and was rated B for ability and C+ for pure physical ability according to Classification Criterion III.

1/6/1956: Subject developed a psychotic abnormality, suspected to be mentally contaminated, manifesting as schizophrenia, increased aggression, and drastic changes in appearance.

1/8/1956: Subject's mental abnormality deteriorates further, and his facial features disappear, leaving only his tongue.

1/9/1956: Test subject is terminated after execution of the subject.

1/10/1956: Experiments resumed, and the subject showed an unreasonable ability to regenerate, after the body was divided into 179 parts of different sizes, each part was able to regenerate independently into a complete individual, and the behavior was regulated by the same will, but the ability of the doppelganger was significantly weaker than that of the ontology, and the doppelganger was rated C, and the ontological ability rating was adjusted to B+.

1/15/1956: During the course of multiple arrests and executions, it was discovered that the body of Subject 12356 exhibited near-immortal properties, and only the [Chaos Fragments] in Jiayu's possession were observed to cause fatal injuries to it. The number of clones is capped at 255, and their regenerative power can be broken by molecular-level damage.

1/29/1956: Loss of tracking and observation capabilities for SCP-12356, testing concluded. ”

There is also a personal information number, 12356, which is very detailed, and most of the events experienced from birth to participation in the trial are recorded.

The story is very cliché, a boy named Hu Jin, primary school, middle school, university, became a young man who loves literature and art, fell in love with a lively and generous woman, the two fell in love together, but failed to stand the test of reality, poverty defeated love, the woman found another good match, the man was depressed, went away, borrowed wine all day long to drown his sorrows, became a beggar, was favored by the researchers of the federation, and participated in the experiment.

When Yang Shu was standing at the low table and looking at the documents, in the room on the right, a man wearing a white Marquardt mask was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at a book of poems, and on the bed, He Yue was asleep.

The mask is engraved with a string of numbers, 12356.

Poplar put the papers back on the low table, and 12356 placed the book of poems on the bedside.

Poplar walked to the room on the left, and 12356 walked out of the room on the right, to the bar, picked up the glass of red liquid, stuck his tongue into it, and stirred it slowly.

Walking into the room on the left, a smell of blood and formaldehyde came to my face, a shadowless lamp emitted a strong light, and the first thing that caught my eye was a dissecting table, which was empty, but extremely clean and tidy, without the slightest stain, and the tool shelves on the side were full of all kinds of knives, and the surrounding shelves were densely packed with human tissue specimens soaked in formalin.

There is also a bookshelf full of books on anatomy and anatomy, which also have traces of flipping through, some of which are even stained with blood.

The poplar walked around the small room, carefully observing the samples of human tissue, the heart, the lobes of the lungs, the kidneys······ The treatment is quite skillful, there is not a trace of excess fat or tendons, and there are no signs of decay.

A room full of human specimens, corpses hanging in the jungle outside the house, and three women mutilated by Hu Jin······

In Yang Shu's heart, a wave of anger slowly brewed, and red light loomed on his fists.

"Anger is a precursor to death. In the living room, 12356 put down his cup, his white mask stained with red liquid like blood, whispering and trembling at the same time.

Then he got up and walked to the room where the poplar was, put his palm on the doorknob, and pulled outward.

The poplar tree inside the door was also pulling the door at this time, and after feeling the resistance, his movements stopped, and he quickly took off his shirt, revealing his sturdy upper body, full of ability, and the original magic power was armored on the surface of the body, and at the same time infused the spirit text on his left arm.

No. 12356's movements also stopped, and his right hand rested on the pistol at his waist.

Separated by a door, there was silence for a while.

In the next second, the two of them shot at the same time, Yang Shu punched straight and aimed at the head position, and No. 12356 blocked the pistol in front of him, and his left hand with a blood-red light grabbed the position of the chest.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the wooden door exploded, and the poplar tree retreated several meters and hit the operating table, the magic armor on his chest shattered with a single blow, and there were three blood marks on his chest.

He felt the flesh from the wound wriggle inexplicably, as if it had a life of its own.

No. 12356 blocked Poplar's fist with the body of his gun, but only took a step back, unusually easy.

The gun was only black and white, and seemed to be made of some kind of wood, but it was unusually strong, and the poplar punched it without any damage.

Stabilizing his body, No. 12356 put down his right hand, stared at the poplar with his head tilted, raised his left hand and licked the blood on his fingertips.

"Your blood has a familiar smell, which will make me reluctant to kill you. He said slowly, poetically.

After the blow, Yang Shu realized the huge difference in strength between the two: "I have [Bingxin] to resist him, and [Naked Clothes] to strengthen my hand-to-hand combat ability, but I still don't have the ability to confront him head-on, so, run away, delay time and wait for the support of the Federation." ”

After making up his mind, Yang Shu did not hesitate, turned around and broke through the wall and fled, leaving a sentence: "Wait for death, don't move, buy a coffin!"

Mid-2 +40

"Okay. Unexpectedly, No. 12356 really didn't pursue, went into the room and took out a wooden box, "You run away, I'll chase and kill, and the game begins." ”

The wooden box contained a pile of parts for a firearm, what appeared to be an old-fashioned bolt-action sniper rifle, and the 12356 meticulously assembled the parts.

Poplar heard the sound of 12356 and the sound of guns being assembled, and threw himself into the jungle around the wooden house, jumping over one corpse after another hanging from the trees, but the wound on his chest became more and more violent, forcing Poplar to stop next to a large tree and lean on the trunk to examine.

Small tentacles grew from the wound, similar to those writhing in the original mana, swinging uncontrolled by poplars.

"What the hell is this?" Poplar felt that the tissues in his body near his chest had lost sensation, and there was a trace of panic in his heart.

But at this moment, Poplar did not have any medical equipment at hand, and rushed to the doctor, so he mobilized his native magic power near the wound in an attempt to promote healing.

In the process, he clearly sensed that some red matter was absorbed by the primordial mana, and the primordial mana itself had grown a lot as a result.

Just as Poplar was concentrating on his magic, No. 12356 in the wooden house had already assembled his gun, and with the gun in his hand, he walked slowly towards the window, and when he passed by a gramophone, he put down the stylus, and the music flowed out as the record turned.

It is "The Cello Song", an arrangement of the prelude from BWV 1007, which is low and joyful, sad and indecisive, joyful, and calmly recounts the beauty of life.

The wooden body of the gun sticks out of the window and is aimed in the direction of the poplar's escape, and the gun is in the shape of a Russian-made M1891 Mosin-Nagant rifle, and the paint is still black and white.

Number 12356 hummed a tune, turned his head to aim, and gunshots rang out.

As the bullet whizzed towards Poplar's head, he was engrossed in mobilizing the Primal Mana to recover from his injuries, and he found that there was some kind of red substance left behind in the wound that could be absorbed by the Primordial Mana.

The skin on his forehead tingled, and a sign of death came to his heart, and the poplar looked up and found the bullet, relying on the reaction speed strengthened by [naked clothes], he turned his head at the last moment, and the bullet grazed his neck, hitting the trunk of the tree on the side, breaking a large tree with four people hugging each other.

The strong wind brought by the bullet drove the gravel and cut through the skin of the poplar's neck, and blood gushed out, as if it had injured the artery.

He hurriedly mobilized his native magic power to plug the wound, and the amount of bleeding was greatly reduced, but just that moment of blood loss had already made him dizzy.