"Then take a break."

Yang muttered and sat down on the ground.

But he didn't wait for his ass to touch the ground.

Zhou Wen appeared in the corner of the cell......

……

"Hey, see you again."

Zhou Wen walked out with a smile.

"Why am I rubbing it again?" Yang glanced at Zhou Wen.

When he saw Zhou Wen, he had a faint premonition in his heart that he didn't want to.

Because Zhou Wen was holding a needle full of inky liquid in his hand.

This is a little different from the liquid injected into Yang last time......

"What do you want to do?" Yang squinted.

"What? Experiment, go on. Zhou Wen shook the needle in his hand.

"Again?" The corners of Yang's mouth twitched.

"Don't panic, you can't die anyway, you've already tried it once, it's just an infinite loop, just like when you play a game, a level can't be passed, just try to die infinitely, try until you clear the level." Zhou Wen said lightly.

"I don't play games." Yang pouted.

"Hey, it's just an analogy, anyway, your body won't accumulate any sequelae, what are you afraid of?" Zhou Wen said.

"Mental burden, mental burden, brother? Are you going to make me die several times a day? I'm telling you that this might just drive me crazy. Yang poked his head with his finger and said.

"You're mentally ill."

"That's right."

……

…

Yang only talked a few more nonsense, but in fact he did not object to Zhou Wen's approach.

Zhou Wen is right, as long as they are in the informal time realm, no matter how serious the consequences are, they will not affect reality, oh not to be wrong, the time realm is also reality, but it is another real world that is different from the mainstream of time, a fragmented time period.

In short, such an infinite cycle of repeated experiments may have a certain mental loss on yang, but in fact, there is no consumption of physical functions, so it will not affect the experimental process.

……

Zhou Wen controlled the magnetic device on Yang's chest, weakened the magnetism generated by the device, reactivated the symbiote activity in Yang's body, and then slowly injected the black medicine into Yang's blood.

"Anyway, did you get a result from the last experiment?" Yang watched as Zhou Wen pushed the needle into the veins of his elbow.

"Oh, that's actually just an early attempt, I want to see if you can really die if the number of cell replications in your body reaches the limit, so I'm injecting you with a drug that catalyzes the cell cycle and high-intensity cell depletion, simply put, to speed up your cell death rate." Zhou Wen said slowly while pushing the black elixir into Yang's blood vessels: "It turns out that if you really let your cells go on quickly, when you finally reach the limit, you will indeed die, and the symbiote substance does not have the ability to turn the tide at the last moment." ”

"So that's the conclusion of your first experiment?" Yang pouted.

It turned out that after doing it for a long time, it proved that he would indeed die.

What bullshit.

"That's a good bonus." Zhou Wen doesn't think so.

"Only by continuously obtaining information can we have enough data to carry out the next evolutionary deduction and further guidance."

"Okay, okay, you're a scientist, you have the final say, just don't kill me."

Yang shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Looks like you're pretty relieved of me." Zhou Wen said thoughtfully.

"Yes, of course I'm relieved." Yang smiled slightly.

He was naturally relieved.

Your precious daughter is still in my hands, can I not worry?

"Yes, yes." Zhou Wen only smiled faintly.

Although the words of both sides are not very clear, they all know the specific meaning.

"Okay, there's not a drop left for you." Zhou Wen pulled out the needle and took a step back.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked to the sun.

"Feelings?" Yang twisted his neck.

"I don't feel anything special......"

However, before he finished saying this, the feeling came......&

……

"Bang!"

In an instant, a pile of black substance poured out from every pore on his body!

"Amazing, amazing."

Zhou Wen took a few steps back.

And Yang was wrapped in the black substance that was frantically gushing out of his body in less than three seconds!

"! What's the situation!? ”

Yang himself was taken aback.

He felt that every organ in his body, even down to every cell, was jumping wildly and uncontrollably.

These strange black substances gushing out of the pores were copied from the body at that moment just now.

"What the hell?!"

"Ahem! ...... vomit"

Yang opened his mouth to say something, but a feeling of vomiting welled up, and he fell directly to his knees on the ground, squirting a large pile of viscous black liquid from the depths of his throat, looking extremely disgusting and terrifying.

The black substance appears to be a liquid, but it does not adhere to the ground or walls at all, but flows as if it is self-conscious.

Soon, Yang's whole person was completely covered by the black substance.

……

He struggled to his knees, trying to stand up straight, but it wasn't long before he was completely pinned down to the ground.

Yang's body was still frantically secreting that black substance.

After about a minute, his entire body was completely submerged in black matter.

……

All that remained on the ground was a puddle of boiling black substance.

And Zhou Wen stared at this puddle of material thoughtfully.

……

The yang has completely disappeared.

Completely engulfed in black matter.

……

“Emm……”

Zhou Wen slowly took a few steps back, avoiding the black substance that was spreading continuously.

He touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

Then he nodded.

No one knew what he was thinking.

……

At this point, the timeline freezes again.

Zhou Wen disappeared, and Yang also disappeared.

This informal realm of time vanished.

……

And when Yang woke up in the cell again, he was still the same as before.

The cell was empty, and it was just him.

There were still a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead.

The only difference is that he has another memory of death.

"Grass...... Hung up again. ”

He muttered.

……

Yang was completely ignorant of the rolling black matter, and when it was finally completely engulfed, the feeling of death was completely different from the original feeling of death when the cells withered.

This time, it's the feeling of being completely torn apart......

……

"How's it going, how does it feel?"

But he wasn't the only one in the cell.

Zhou Wen walked out of the corner again......

Carrying a needle in his hand......

……

"Again?!"

(End of chapter)