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My son's mouth was dry and his chest burned like a burning pain.

He can't stop, and if he stops, he'll die.

Out of the corner of his eye, he swept the fire hydrant, smashed the cover with his elbow, pulled the end of the hose, and accelerated suddenly.

"!!"

Heart-rending roar.

The son hit the glass wall headlong, and the explosion was everywhere, and the shattered ballast burst out, and the surrounding glass shards reflected the son's hideous face and the two pillars of light flashing behind him.

The night breeze is slightly cool, and there are cicadas.

The son bared his teeth and claws, grabbed the fire hose, and fell downstairs. Then he was beaten hard, his son's shoulder was almost broken, he threw away the hose and rolled around a few times, got up and ran. He didn't dare to look back, and someone raised a gun in the smashed window on the fifth floor, took aim, and scolded in discouragement.

Squeezing out the last of his strength, a quarter of an hour later, the son collapsed, inhaling heavily, his throat like a broken bellows, snorting. He lowered his stature, he had done it ten years ago, and it had not diminished in ten years. I have long been accustomed to hiding myself, and I have long been accustomed to hurting others.

The wind blows the clouds, and the moon is like a silver plate.

The sky and the earth are hazy and discolored, bathed in the miserable white moonlight.

The son is on all fours, his head resting on the trunk of the tree, and his sight is full of golden chains, and the flowers are blooming, swaying in the wind. The sound of the trees was subdued, rendering a trace of sadness to the silent night.

Take a break and get up. You can't stay here for a long time, and if you know the direction a little, you can run wildly.

The sound of breaking wind is sharp and sharp.

The son had a bad heart, but it was too late.

The riot net trapped him in its entirety, pressing it tightly to the ground, like a goldfish out of water, desperately fluttering, futile and useless. Two pairs of rubber shoes walked by in his sight, whispered a few times, one grabbed his head, one grabbed his feet, lifted it and left.

……

The lights are blinding.

White walls, white beds, white roofs and white floors.

The son was lying on the bed with an unknown tube stuck all over his body. It took all his strength to open his eyelids, and three men in white coats were talking to each other in technical jargon, folders in their hands. He moved his gaze slightly, not only him, but there were also a dozen or so people on the left and right, also lying on the bed, with tubes inserted.

My son's job is to bring people to do drug experiments, and since the experiments are conducted, they must not be able to ensure safety. Whether it is life or death, the son has no right to interfere, and he has no intention of interfering. As long as you get the money, everything is fine. He communicated with the company personnel, never took medicine, two people came in, and one person left. My son doesn't have to do psychological construction, and he wonders why he never cares if others are dead or alive? There was not the slightest sense of guilt.

What kind of experiments does the company do? The son didn't care, he just took the money to do things.

But today, the reincarnation of cause and effect has finally reached himself.

The three men in white coats quickly confirmed that they were correct and began to start the equipment.

My son was so numb that he couldn't even think normally in his brain, and he couldn't feel any pain. In the faint sight, I saw red in the tube, was it blood? Or something else? The liquid was withdrawn from his body, and soon his son became weaker and weaker, unable to maintain a trace of vision, and finally closed his eyes.

……

The concrete floor is purple, and the condensed lumps are like jelly, flowing into a large pool under the wash of clean water. The pool was stinking and foaming on the purple-black sewage.

And this sewage is full of stumps and severed arms, and cold corpses.

Black water shoes stepped into the pool, their thick arms scooped through the water, grabbed the hair, and lifted the body out of the pool. With "one, two, three", he was thrown into the cart with a bang.

The roar of the machine can be faintly heard, mixed with strange sounds such as broken bones and minced muscles, which make the scalp tingle.

The water of the pool fluctuated suddenly, and a shriveled palm stretched out.

Fingers gripped at the tiles by the pool, and a trembling figure emerged.

The man's cheeks were sunken, his limbs were thin, and his ribs were crumpy. Two dull eyes stand out, dripping and rolling like eggs.

He wiped the blood from his face and was frightened, what's wrong with me? The face bones are pierced like a knife. He spread his arms and suddenly fell into a trance, almost fainting. This is my hand? Clear veins are visible, and the shriveled skin is tight and taut.

He took a breath and thought to himself: "I live so hard, how can I give up so easily?" ”

The old woman with a broken hand, the golden stick with a burst brain, and Brother Xiaochuan who crushed his throat bone. And those slowly blurred faces, I stepped on them and struggled to survive, and now give up, what is it?

My son doesn't know why he's here? I don't know why?

But the son knew that he had to live.

His gaze swept over the fire, and there was a fire in the darkness. It looks like a steamer, steaming something? The taste is strange and smelly!!

Two sturdy men leaned against the corpse and smoked, laughing from time to time and pushing each other.

The son strengthened his mind and slowly crawled out of the pool. Suddenly fell, his limbs were powerless, and he made a loud splash.

When the two men heard the prestige, their big faces were shocked. The duo wore water shoes and black plastic aprons on their chests. As soon as you walk, it will "clatter" and make a chaotic sound.

When he came to the edge of the pool, he pulled the corpse and stump from side to side like a chicken and a duckling. A gong-like voice: "Maybe someone isn't dead." ”

"It's all like this, wouldn't it be worse if you didn't die?"

"Who knows, take care of it more than once, and pass it twice in the machine, and be sure to die."

"By the way, how is your daughter?" Through the purple and black water waves, it can be seen that a person has a tattoo on the back of his hand, which is a butterfly.

"The doctor said there were matches in the database, like in France," Butterfly said. He sighed and said in a heavy tone: "But the money is not enough, I will see if I can borrow some wages from the boss in advance." ”

"After work in a while, you come with me. I'm still a little bit there, and I don't need it yet. ”

"Forget it, isn't your son going to college in the United States? Let's leave it for him as tuition, if he can have a promising child, we should fully support him. ”

As the conversation faded away, the pool returned to calm.

The two severed arms parted, and the son peeked out from under the bloody water and sucked it violently. He didn't dare to move, and only when he was fully accustomed to his body functions did he crawl out again.

The concrete floor was cold and biting, and my son crawled on the ground naked, his fingernails lifted and fell off because of the exertion. Bloody all the way, crawling through the pile of corpses to the door.

Gritting his teeth, he landed on all fours and shook into the forest like an old dog.

He did not dare to take the main road, but only drilled into the woods and meadows.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a blue-gray color on the horizon.

The neon lights of the city flickered and the streetlights faded into faint circles of colour.

The son's eyes went black and he fell hard.