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The long-haired woman held a wooden barrel and walked slowly towards the front.

She wore a coarse dress with a few conspicuous patches, but it was clean. At this time, the back hem of the long skirt dragged slightly to the ground as she walked, and a small piece was soiled by the ground.

The dress itself is very thick, and from the cuffs and neckline, it can be seen that she is wearing a lot of miscellaneous clothes inside, as if she is very afraid of the cold, and wraps her body tightly.

The long thick hair covered the woman's expression, and there was a small lamp illuminated every once in a while, although the tunnel was spacious, it was still a little dim and difficult for ordinary people, but she just walked silently with her head down, as if her mind was not in front of her steps.

Click――

The crack of the door opening, followed by the sound of footsteps.

He was greeted by a group of people in white coats, chatting casually, or bowing their heads in contemplation, as they walked past the woman.

The woman had already ducked her head to the side, standing against the wall of the tunnel, and the group of white coats walked by themselves as if they didn't see her.

It's just that when the two sides were about to pass by, the white coat walking at the end of the crowd seemed to suddenly remember something, stopped, patted his head, and said casually: "Wait a minute, you pass by Laboratory Seven, go in and deal with the 'things' inside, be careful, don't let it die." ”

The woman's already lowered head nodded lightly at this time, signaling that she understood.

The white coat stayed on the woman for a moment, frowned slightly, and as if he saw something disgusting, he turned his head away and chased after the large army in front.

The woman waited for the white coats to disappear around the corner, and then she slowly walked forward with the barrel in her arms.

A steel door, perfectly embedded in the tunnel wall, smooth as a mirror, and without keyholes or anything like that.

The woman gently lowered the bucket in her arms, stretched out her fingers, and clicked somewhere in the door.

In a moment, I don't know how it works, the steel door clicks open.

The white light shone through the crack in the door, and the woman couldn't help but blink before she got used to the overly bright light.

She opened the door, and inside the door was a spotless clean floor, instruments, and instruments, and a circle of fluorescent lamps on the ceiling, so that there was no shadow in the room.

The woman raised her eyes and swept over, finally fixed in the center of the laboratory.

There, on an operating table, the small body lay motionless, as if dead.

However, the slight rise and fall of his chest still proves that he is still alive.

The woman walked up slowly, expertly finding gauze, buckets, and cleaning the blood stains and other things off the operating table.

The little boy, who was only 3 or 4 years old, was crisscrossed by the wounds on his body, and let the woman scrub his body, his eyes were empty, like a lifeless dirty doll.

After a quick wash, the woman lifted her finger, emitting a soft glow, and gently touched the boy's wound.

Maybe it was the woman's superb medical ninjutsu, or maybe the boy's physique was peculiar, and more than a dozen wounds that looked like they were deep to the bones were quickly healed under the woman's treatment.

After doing all this, the woman put the cleaning utensils back in their places.

I waited for a long time, but I didn't hear her go out.

"Is it painful?"

The woman's voice was unexpectedly good.

The boy remained unresponsive like a worn-out doll.

"Don't feel like you know what to live for?"

The woman said coldly, such children and older test subjects, she has seen a lot here, cruel human experiments, not treated as human beings but as tools, but few people will go insane because of this.

Not because they were strong, of course, but because they died before they developed a state of insanity.

"Is it painful? I don't know what I did to be treated like this, I don't know why such a tragic thing happened to me? ”

The boy finally reacted, his eyes flickering, his gaze shifting, as if focused on the woman's shadow.

Under the white light of the shadowless lamp, although the woman's hair was clean, it was draped in a mess on her face, and between the thick hair, a terrifying eye was looking at him.

What an eye that is! The ugly bulge hung under the woman's eye sockets, and the nerves, blood vessels, and muscles, like clumsy quacks, forcibly transplanted an eyeball into her face, but he didn't even have the patience to put the eyes in place, and let the blocked and swollen healing tissue half-hang the eyeballs on her face.

This is still a woman who seems to know her ugliness, and puts her hair on her face to cover it, it is conceivable that this woman's appearance must make people want to take a second look after seeing it.

The woman's messy eyes looked at the boy on the operating table, and her voice was faint: "The physical pain can be cured, but the pain in the heart is unbearable." ”

The boy stared blankly, obviously, he was not old enough to understand the woman's words, and even what the woman had just said, how much he listened to it was unknown.

The woman didn't care, she just continued to say in a clear and beautiful voice: "And what makes people endure the pain is the hope of the past in the heart, the pain is like a nick, a knife is engraved in the heart, but it does not fall in the empty place, but is engraved on the hope."

On the other hand, this pain is proof that you are still alive.

"How much you endure the pain is how much your parents want you to live......"

The woman said, turned around and was about to leave.

“…… Sister, I'm ...... Do you also have 'hope'? ”

The boy grunted and screamed indistinctly, and then came out of the long absence of a speech, and asked inarticulately.

The woman stopped and didn't look back: "Of course, even if you have nothing at all, but your body, your life, was handed over to you by your parents, and from the beginning, there was their hope that you would live." ”

The boy raised his hand in a daze, and then placed it on his chest in a ghostly manner.

The heart is beating.

Do I ...... 'own' anything?

Gradually, the feeling of a never-ending throbbing sensation came from his chest, and the boy couldn't help but cry, and he cried so hard that he couldn't make even the slightest sound.

He had never seen his own parents, and his people were just like him, except the laboratory equipment of those in white coats, who were taken out of their cages when they were needed, and discarded when they were not in use.

His body did not belong to him, and his life had always been empty, with no place in the world.

There is no point at all.

……

The woman walked out and closed the door, then bent down to pick up the barrel by the door.

It's just that when he stood up, his left foot was unsteady and his body shook.

She hurriedly held on to the wall.

enlightens others, but hooks yourself up.

The woman smiled bitterly, as if she was about to press down the things that had risen from inside her body, and took a deep breath.