The bright light, slightly yellowed, with endless warmth, shrouded him through the small window, and he raised his hand, reaching out to grasp the light.

It was so bright, so warm, as if the memory of the mother's hand, gently holding his hand.

But it's such nothingness, as if it has consumed a lifetime, and it can't really be mastered.

There was only one light, only one light in the room, and he looked through that little hole to see the outside world, but when he leaned over, the light was gone, and he could no longer let it envelop him.

"Number 09. The door was violently opened, and the uniformed executive grabbed him by the collar and pulled him outside.

Then he was dragged through the long, dim corridor to the dark room, where only a small lamp emitted a dim and fragile light. He was planked on, his hands and feet tied, and he was firmly attached to the wooden seat.

Then, an old man in a white coat walked over.

"Grandpa Ouyang. He whispered hello.

The old man smiled, he flipped his sleeve, checked the number on his arm, and showed a kind smile: "Child No. 09 is the most well-behaved, never crying or screaming." ”

He looked at his grandfather, and there was a smile in every wrinkle, as warm as light.

He wanted the light.

"Let's get started, grandpa. He tried to put on a cute smile.

Grandpa touched his head.

Then he saw a gray needle pierced into his body. For a moment, his body seemed to burn, and he could feel his blood rushing, and then, with another stitch, he almost cried out in pain. His consciousness was blurring, he didn't know how many stitches it was, he felt as if a giant beast was biting at his body, and he desperately restrained himself from screaming.

"No, it can't be like this, if you shout it, grandpa won't like it. He told himself that he gritted his teeth and carried the unforgettable pain. The pain made him almost faint, and in his dimness, he heard someone talking.

"Damn, why did the lights go out?" Ouyang Hua shouted.

"Okay professor, I'll change it. A voice replied.

He passed out again, woke up again, and he was back in that gloomy cage, without a glimmer of light, without a shred.

"That kid is amazing, he didn't react at all after being injected with 9 injections, he didn't cry or make a fuss. A guard said.

"No. 09 is right, he's just easy to manage, unlike No. 06. Another guard said.

"07 and 08 are dead, and the two of them will be able to live next to each other. The warden said.

"Hurry up and get that dead kid over and let him learn from No. 09, really, he's going to die. Another guard complained.

He wants light.

In the darkness, he vaguely felt that someone seemed to come in the empty cage next door, followed by the child's cry: "I can't eat, I want to eat, I don't care." He heard chains pounding against the door, and the child cried out in tears.

"Damn, it's so troublesome, go get him another one, it's annoying. One of the guards was furious.

Soon, the next room was quiet, "Thank you, little brother." The boy's sweet voice.

"Next time, don't cry so fiercely, you think we're doing something to you. The guard's anger suddenly subsided, and he still said in a hard voice.

Soon it was quiet, and he suddenly felt hungry, and his food box was empty. He was stunned, turned his head, his gaze met for a moment with the boy's, his eyes were as bright as stars, he was shorter than him, holding on to the iron railing, looking at him with a smile.

He was stunned, a little embarrassed.

"Are you hungry?" the boy asked.

He didn't know how to answer.

"Here you go. The white bun reached through the crack in the bar. He was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"Eat, eat, eat. The boy put away his skinny arm and placed the bun on the floor of his room.

He couldn't help but walk over and grab it and eat it.

"Hey, you're No. 09?" he asked, and without waiting for him to answer, he asked again, "You were given nine injections today, why don't you cry, why don't you scream, why don't you have food yet?" His voice was nice and crisp and pleasant. He kept asking questions, which gave him a bit of a headache.

"Thank you. He finished his bun and looked at him.

"Does it hurt?" the boy asked him. He pointed to the large and small needles on his arm.

"It doesn't hurt. He replied.

"Lie!" cried the boy. "You're a bad guy for eating my buns and lying to me. ”

He was stunned for a moment and said, "It hurts." ”

"Then why don't you call it out?" the boy sat up straight, as if suddenly excited.

"When I call out, my grandfather doesn't like me. He replied honestly.

"Grandpa?" The boy suddenly laughed, as if he was laughing at a joke, he turned his head to look at him, his eyes flashed with irony that did not match his age, "Ouyang Hua is a bad person." ”

"I don't allow you to say that about Grandpa. He snorted to his feet.

"He is one of Ouyang Yinzheng's dogs, and he uses us for experiments. The boy stood up angrily.

"But he gave me candy and told me stories. He shouted.

"!" the boy yelled, "he's the bad guy." ”

"Call what. The guards were louder.

The two of them hurriedly sat down, "I'll tell you." The boy said in a low voice, "He's using us, I once overheard Ouyang Hua on the phone, how does he want to use the development of Jackie Chan, do you know the feathering?"

"I don't know. He said.

"It is said that when the supernatural cultivates to a certain level, he will become a dragon, but now the bloodline of the supernatural is no longer pure, so they want to use medicine to help them become a dragon, we have been injected with medicine, and we are young, they are using us to experiment, experimenting with how to become a dragon. The boy's voice was lowered.

He froze, not knowing what to say.

"They said to the outside world that they were helping us quit the drug, but in fact, they were using us for experiments, and they wanted Jackie Chan, so why should they use us for experiments? It's so brutal. The boy's voice was indignant.

"What then?" he couldn't help but ask.

"I'll teach you. The boy sat up, and he laughed, "As long as you cry, keep crying, and make trouble, they won't inject you with a lot of medicine." The boy laughed.

"Really?" he asked.

"Hmm. The boy nodded heavily, "Hey, I've told you all my secrets, and we'll be friends from now on." The boy asked.

"Hmm. He nodded slightly, friend, as warm as light.

"I'm number 06, please take care of me. The boy smiled. "From now on, we will be friends, we must help each other. ”