The young body has no female features and is about 7-8 years old. Thin and abnormal, there is not a trace of blood on his face. There is also no presence of hair, and the bald head is wrapped in bandages. There is no child's innocence and innocence in his eyes.

Seeing this, I opened my mouth and let out a "Ahh "The voice was dry and hoarse, and I knew it wasn't mine.

Finally, I raised my hand to my mirror self and placed it on my left chest. Where the heart of this body beats slowly.

"My heart?"

This thought was quickly dispelled, and I was not happy to feel my heart beating. As you can see, what I lost didn't really come back. Well, this is indeed the young Bou Tuk.

What a pitiful appearance this is, skinny without any fresh breath. Just like a living dead body, what kind of process did Bou Du go through to leave here, and what kind of mentality did he have to exercise his body to be strong now.

Thinking of what Qi Ze said before, the experiments in the organization were really inhumane. I also have a different understanding of Uncle Dao, how did he do these things under his appearance.

This is really not to be known to Sisi.

The person who gave me the infusion pushed me, and I heard a deep male voice say to me. "Go to the recliner." I walked up obediently, and after only a few steps, the body was already exhausted and out of breath.

When I lay down, I finally saw the person who was infusion, and it was a face I didn't recognize.

He has a tall body, a beard on his face, and wears a white lab coat like a member of the organization's research team. A few strands of white hair were tucked between the short chestnut hair, and when he saw that I had been staring at him, he leaned down and opened my eyelids with calloused hands, as if to make sure there was nothing unusual in my eyes.

His inner voice was a calm voice I hadn't heard, so calm that it made you want to vomit.

What I didn't expect was that this body actually vomited. He threw himself up, twisted his body and threw himself to the ground.

I felt a cramping pain coming from my stomach, and there was no food scrap in my spit, just a puddle of yellowed liquid.

"Boo-tuk......" I couldn't help but speak.

This feeling of vomiting lasts for a long time until there is no more vomiting in the stomach. All that was left was the sound of vomiting echoing through the room.

The man propped himself up again, adjusted the fast forward of the infusion, slapped me on the head a few more times, and waved his hand left and right in front of my eyes before I could react.

I could only follow his hand and roll my eyeballs.

He finally left me alone, walked over to the wall and looked at the papers.

The phone rang, and he answered with a "Okay." "I left the room through the door I had touched.

I felt dizzy and the ceiling in front of me became blurry and distorted, and I took a deep breath. I want to be freed from the shackles of Bou's past.

This feeling of dizziness is not an ordinary fainting, I have a hunch that if I fall asleep. I'm probably not going to wake up easily.

Is it because of this liquid?

I gently propped myself up, tilted my head and tried to see the red liquid in the infusion bottle. However, it was as if someone had made a mosaic in my sight, and my head hurt without warning. Accompanied by dizziness, I accidentally fell off the recliner, and even the infusion bottle was shattered.

But even when I was lying on the ground, at a very close distance, I still couldn't see the liquid as it really was. At the same time, the body was signaling that it was about to fall apart, and it was hard for me to stay awake.

"Please, Kama. Let me see it clearly. ”

I don't know why I said this at this time.

[Alright then, I'll do what you ask.] ]

It's something I haven't heard in a long time, a voice belonging to the skeletons. Its words made the corners of my mouth rise uncontrollably, and the mosaic was lifted, and I saw the ghost's face in the blood.

And there's more than one, it's like countless apples being squeezed into juice by a juicer.

I finally got it.

What kind of experiments are being conducted by the organization.

Knowing this, my body was not too heavy, and it allowed me to struggle to get back up and remove the needle from my hand, and I walked around the room. Start thinking about the means to get out of here.

Mo Han and Qi Ze didn't follow us upstairs, so they were still fighting the ghosts in front of the banyan tree. Ah Yan was sent back to the classroom, where her grandmother's ring was kept. And the reason why we came to the laboratory is because Boud Douk's measuring cup was found here.

But Boutu didn't fall into a hallucination, he just couldn't get out.

Why can't I get out?

I set my eyes on the only door in this room, is it connected to the real world?

When such a thought came to me, I stepped forward without hesitation and unscrewed the doorknob in a hurry, but there was no view outside that I was expecting. On the other hand, there is another lab that is exactly the same as here.

There were children and experimenters dressed like Bouck, but luckily none of them noticed my anomaly. Maybe it's because I'm in a fantasy world.

Seeing that the children inside were still at the mercy of others, I closed the door again.

The door didn't live up to my expectations, and I had to look for other exits.

If there was anything strange about this room, it was the glass mirror that took up half of the wall, and I moved my steps, and coughed up a mouthful of blood after a few steps.

"Be quick."

Boo's body doesn't heal itself like I do, and if I can move here by relying on Boo's body, I don't really know how long I'll last.

Besides, I don't want to burden Boo's body.

This time my conjecture succeeded, and this time it was not Boo's figure that was reflected in the mirror. It's my own body, which I'm familiar with. It's not that I'm back in my body, but there's no doubt that it's my body in the mirror.

I saw my own body smiling at me who was still in the tuk.

This smile is a playful expression that I can ever make. It's the past me.

Before I could finish my nostalgia, the mirror distorted. It is like waves rolling up on the surface of a calm lake, and when it calms down again, it is reflected in the shape of a measuring cup. And in the depths there is the figure of the spirit.

Bou-tuk's body responded to my movements and extended his right hand, his hand passing through the mirror. Touched the measuring cup.

This was the beginning of Bou's role as an experimental subject, so it could become an important object for Bou-tuk.

I pulled the measuring cup out of the mirror.

"You're not human, are you?" The spirit in the mirror said, and she fluttered close to the mirror.

"......" I didn't reply.

"Why didn't you go to sleep just like that, judging by what I saw. You should go to sleep and become a discarded part of this experiment, and finally be abandoned. There was a taste of unwillingness in her tone.

I didn't want to talk to her, so I turned my head to look at the measuring cup in my hand.

It was the beginning of the Bou-tuk.

The thought of this stuck in my mind, and I put my left hand on my chest. I remembered that my past self was reflected in the mirror, "It's nice to see you again." As I said that, I raised my hand high, along with the roar of the spirit, "Answer me!!"

He smashed the measuring cup in his hand.