28. Chapter 28

"Mr. Lyz...... Abnormal brain waves......"

"Quick, cut off the power!"

What was that...... It's really noisy.

My head hurts, my nerves feel like they've been torn apart, and they hurt so much that they almost crack.

"Mr. Eddie, Mr. Eddie!"

The body shook violently, the helmet seemed to be ripped open roughly, and a glimmer of light appeared in front of the eyelids.

"Sals! If you can hear me, open your eyes. ā€

It's noisy.

I held my swollen head and opened my eyes, facing a panicked face.

"Thank goodness," the man in front of him looked relieved, "you didn't have an accident. ā€

I rolled my eyes in confusion to look around, my gaze slowly concentrating on the man.

He...... Oh, it's Ben.

What is he doing here and what is going on?

Ben's face didn't look good: "There was a problem with the experiment, and now it has been discontinued. Your face doesn't look good, that's the end of today, I'll have you sent back to rest. ā€

Trial? Oh yes, I was experimenting, and then I saw ......

I woke up suddenly, grabbed Ben's arm, and shouted, "I want to see today's test subject, immediately!" ā€

Ben's expression suddenly turned rather bad, but he quickly regained his indifferent expression, pushed his glasses and replied, "I'm sorry, I think I reminded you that the breeders are not allowed to meet with test subjects. ā€

I shook him off and rushed out, but unfortunately, there were no mermaids in the row of electronic recliners on the opposite side of the hook cabin as far as my eye could see. Today, the real yĆ n department is frighteningly deserted, the number of staff is even smaller than before, and the entire real yĆ n department reverberates with the mechanical typing sound of the computer keyboard.

How wrong it looks.

"It's a pity that Mr. Eddy, as a test subject who can't meet him, we will arrange him to be tested in another real area, and we will only arrange him here if we find a suitable test subject."

"Hell the right test subject!" I lost my cool and grabbed Ben's collar, and Ben, who was shorter than me, was pulled up by me, "My connection rate has exceeded my usual level just now, and he is the right test subject for me!" ā€

Ben looked very thin, but I didn't expect to just slap my hand gently, and my hand suddenly seemed to be pressed by the gravity machine, and I couldn't resist letting go.

I looked at Ben in amazement, but he straightened his collar with a blank face, smoothed the folds on his clothes, pointed to the electronic display of the connection pod, and said, "Mr. Eddie, I think I need to remind you, please take a look at your connection rate." ā€

I looked around and was surprised to find that the connection rate was only 53.5%!

That's impossible! I knew very well what was going on in the process of connection, the subject was like it had been carefully prepared for me, I couldn't resist it, I couldn't resist it, I couldn't resist it, I couldn't resist it, I couldn't resist it, I couldn

"Mr. Eddie, there was a problem with the experiment today, I think your current state is not suitable for another experiment, you need to rest." Ben handed me a cup of hot water, turned his head sideways and gestured to the staff, "Suspend the test today, and wait for my instructions to resume the specific time." ā€

Suddenly, a shrill whistling sound from the microphone sounded, and a familiar and disgusting voice sounded over the radio: "Ben! I won't allow you to interrupt the experiment, rest for ten minutes, and resume the experiment. ā€

Ben put one hand in the pocket of his white coat, and with the other hand, he pushed his glasses with a seemingly casual look, and said to the camera on the ceiling: "Cherson, I understand your eagerness, but allow me to remind you that we once made a mistake and led a good breeder to brain death. Please look at Mr. Eddie's face, do you really think he is suitable for another experiment? ā€

"Don't forget, who killed that guy! It's Sals Eddie! If that guy was still around, we would still be able to grasp the genetic code and proceed to the next step, but now it's all ruined! Chelson's furious roar came through the microphone, and it was so sharp that it was unpleasant.

Ben didn't waver at all, and still replied expressionlessly: "These are two different things, Chelson, you should know that we need the power of Sals now, and besides, you have long thought that guy is dead, haven't you?" In a way, Sals has done you a great favor. ā€

I was quite inexplicable that they blamed me as a murderer, but there were so many Nords who died at my hands that I might not remember who "that guy" was.

The radio was silent for half a minute, and after a sound that sounded like a hammer hitting the table, Chelson's voice rang out through gritted teeth: "Starting tomorrow, I'll take over the Nexus Trial." The shrill microphone whistle then shut down, and the real yĆ n fell into a dead silence.

Of course, I don't think that Ben is thinking about me, he just wants me to use it more effectively, and see, his true colors are soon revealed. As he did now, he walked over and patted me on the shoulder, and gave me an eerie smile: "Please go back and rest, Mr. Eddie, you will have a great challenge starting tomorrow, I wish you success." ā€

Ben himself sent me back to the disgusting cell, and before closing the door, he patted me on the shoulder again - of course, I opened his hand in disgust, and he came to my ear in a very soft voice and said, "I know you want to know who the subject is today, for your mother's sake, let me sue you, he is ......"

My body shook and my eyes widened in surprise, in fact, I had already vaguely guessed the answer, but when I really heard the truth, I still felt incredible, and even unacceptable.

I don't understand what purpose Ben chose to sue me at this time.

"Purpose?" Ben pushed his slippery glasses, "My purpose is quite simple, to give you a taste of despair, you know, even if you know who the other person is, you can't do anything." ā€

I clenched my fists, and if it weren't for the electronic ropes, I would have given him a taste of the pain of being burned to ashes by fire: "Has anyone sued you that you are a guy with a bad character." ā€

"Oh, do you think so? I thought I was kind to Chelson. ā€

"No, you're all the same," I said, turning to the bed, in a stiff tone, "the difference is that Chelson is a pig and a dog inside and out, and you at least look like a human being." ā€

"Oh," Ben said softly, closing the door, "that's my pleasure." ā€

In the afternoon of the same day, I entered a state of spiritual sharing and flew to the real yĆ n part of Area D.

Fortunately, since it was the afternoon working time, there were staff members in the real yĆ n department of Area D, and "I" entered it with almost no effort.

I can't wait to meet the release who I've been snubbing for so many days, no, to be precise, to meet the little mermaid I left behind.

Yes, today's connection test revealed that the subject was the little mermaid I had raised for a month, and the man in the subject's memory was me.

What's more coincidental is that today's test subject is the one who has been by my side.