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I was born in early spring, and when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was that there were many small scorpions like me, and everyone tried to huddle together as much as possible to resist the cold air of early spring.

Before we could see the world around us clearly, tragedy struck, and several huge steel wire nets came towards us, and we, the newborn little scorpions, were wiped out!

Like hundreds of other small scorpions, we were gathered in a large iron cabinet and transported into place in a huge bluestone building on a high cliff, which became our new home!

What kind of world is this, surrounded by gray and black walls, cold glow, only the closest to the roof, open two small ventilation windows, you can see the sky outside, the bluestone floor is black and pasty, with a pungent smell of potions.

There are several long tables in the room, and there are iron cages of different sizes densely arranged on them, and the cages are filled with young scorpions like me.

On the opposite side of the cage I was in, there was a wooden door that was often pushed open, and every time it was opened, the bell on the door would make a pleasant sound, and at the same time, some humans in gray robes would walk in and take a small scorpion from the cage and take it away, but they were rarely seen returned.

Once, a little brother who was locked in a cage with me was taken away, but he was quickly sent back, locked alone in a small cage, full of pungent smell of potion, I leaned over to the iron cage and whispered to it, but he ignored it, just grabbed his mouth with his own pliers, his body kept twitching and writhing, very uncomfortable.

The next day someone came in and applied that potion again, and he itched even more, and desperately scratched with little pliers, and on the third day, on the fourth day...... Every day people came in to medicate him, observe him, take notes, and his body festered day by day and emitted a foul smell. One morning I woke up from my dream to find that my little brother had died quietly.

We finally understood that every time the melodious sound of the ringing sounded, every time those in gray robes came in, one of us was going to embark on a journey of death, and those human beings who would never see their true faces were the executioners who sent us on that journey of death.

When the sound of Lingling sounded again, we all rushed into the corner of the cage in horror, but the cage was only so big, so that one of our companions was easily caught by the tail at each time. Because I was big and strong, I could squeeze into the innermost corner of the iron cage, so I still lived safely until now.

A few months had passed, and I had become a pretty girl with a shiny red shell and eyes as big as rubies, and the special fragrance that emanated from me always stimulated my male companions in the iron cage to show me their love.

One day, the doorbell rang and I was about to hide inside, when a big hand suddenly pressed my head. "It's her, every time she hides. The gray-robed man appeared outside the iron cage. As soon as my tail hurt, I was lifted upside down, and in panic I writhed wildly, screaming desperately!

"Hey, it's quite fierce, it's quite energetic!" the gray-robed man grinned as if he thought it was funny. As soon as he let go, he threw me into a small, empty iron cage with no companions. "What will they do to me?" I crawled around restlessly, twitching my nose, sniffing at the wire, and standing up on my hind legs, trying to fumble for a gap to escape.

Soon, there was another "squeak", and a large male scorpion was thrown in. "This is T11-3122, get acquainted," the gray-robed man looked at us with a smile, "Enjoy the candle night in the cave." ”

T11-3122 in the dark, cautiously sniffing back and forth where I had been, in the darkness, I could only see his shimmering red eyes. He began to move closer to me, and I flinched and slipped away from the other side as fast as I could, but he soon caught up and approached me, sniffing my body softly with his nose. He was much bigger than me, strong, and gentle-eyed. He hesitantly stuck out his tongue and began to lick me, tickling me, as if he had returned to the time when he was born. Ah, maybe he's my leaning.

My love, with him, I will no longer be lonely and lonely, and I will no longer feel the fear of death! I finally snuggled into his arms, and in his arms, I seemed to taste the peace of being forgotten for a long time.

The name T11-3122 is too ugly. I changed his name privately, calling him Xiaoqiang, Strong Qiang, Strong Qiang, I hope he can always protect me with his strong chest and give me a little comfort. We were happily alone for two days, and on the third day, Xiaoqiang was taken out of the cage, and I was re-thrown into the old crowded and noisy big iron cage and squeezed together with my companions again.

"Xiaoqiang," I called to him, squeezing hard to the edge of the cage, holding the wire cage, and watching him be hurriedly taken away. I thought I would never see him again, but a few hours later he was sent back and slept alone in a small iron cage close to me.

I nervously examined him with my eyes, there was no unpleasant smell of potion on his body, and he did not itch, just fell asleep quietly. I breathed a sigh of relief, but I was still not reassured. Will he be safe and sound?

How is that possible?

A few days later, my worst fears came true. Xiaoqiang had a high fever and a sarcoma grew on his cheek. The growth rate of sarcoma is very fast, Xiaoqiang can no longer eat and water, and his strong body is also losing weight little by little, and he is no longer the majestic little man he used to be.

He was only asleep every day, occasionally opening his eyes to look at me, which were blank, and then quickly falling back asleep. When someone came in, I clung to the railing and shook it, "Help him, help him!" but no one paid attention to my squeaky screams.

They just did the examination coldly, occasionally poked Xiaoqiang's hard black shell with the barrel of the pen, made a note, and then walked away.

That night, Xiaoqiang suddenly woke up from a coma, struggled to get up, and drank two sips of water. "Xiaoqiang," I called to him in a low and gentle voice, and Xiaoqiang heard it and turned his haggard face to look at me. He recognized me, his beloved wife. He dragged the huge, hideous lump, struggled, staggered over, grabbed the iron cage with his hands, and looked at me through the wire.

I stretched out my little hand, but it was still a little way away from reaching his, and he looked at me for a moment, and suddenly began to twitch violently.

I screamed at him, Xiaoqiang, Xiaoqiang, hold on, don't die, don't leave me! Just like the convulsions so suddenly, Xiaoqiang was quiet again, he lay on the edge of the cage softly, and there was no more sound. Someone walked in, played with his body, opened the cage door and hastily grabbed him by the tail and carried him out.

Through the iron cage, I stretched out my little hand and quietly waved goodbye to his soft and drooping body for the last time, goodbye, Xiaoqiang, we will meet again, in the happy paradise without pain and suffering, we will get true freedom, and happiness.

A few days after Xiaoqiang left me, I was also caught, put in a small iron cage, and carried out of the large room full of experimental scorpions. I knew in my heart that this was the first and last time I had come out of the cell where hundreds of my companions had been imprisoned.

We walked into a place with the words "Alchemy" written on the door. It was warm inside but not pleasant. The smell of pungent potions was everywhere, and there were people in gray robes with cold expressions. Their cold gaze without a hint of warmth made me tremble and instinctively hide in the corner of the iron cage.

The side door opened, and I was grabbed by the tail by a hand and dragged out, and a few tendons held my limbs to a small platform. As soon as I turned my head, I was terrified, and one of my companions had his limbs torn apart, and his abdomen had been cut open with a long knife cut, and his bright red internal organs were all turned out, and his eyes were still blinking. There was no one around, probably the experiment had been done and people were gone. "But he's still alive," I screamed, would I have ended up like this?

Ignoring my roar, a gray-robed man, holding up the needle, plunged the needle into my skin without hesitation. There was a sharp stinging pain, and a cold potion slowly flowed into the body. The needle was then pulled out, and the experiment was over. I was carried out of the lab building again, my body tired, my eyelids heavy, my breath burning. I curled up in a corner of the cage, coiled myself up as little as I could, and fell asleep.