Zhao Xin, who was in the chaos, could clearly feel that he was like a suckling pig playing on the fire, imagining that he was now roasted with a crispy and attractive red color, which should look particularly delicious.

Then he felt as if he had fallen into a black abyss, and it kept falling, and it kept falling, and it kept and going, and the whole internal organs seemed to be churning, and they were scrambling to escape from their mouths.

In the end, there was a sudden burst of comfort, and the body that had fallen for a long time seemed to have finally found a comfortable cloud, and Zhao Xin lay on the cloud and fell asleep peacefully.

I don't know how long it took, but the "dripping...... Drip...... The sound of dripping ......" kept screaming, which made Zhao Xin, who was still sleeping on the clouds, feel irritable.

I don't know how long he slept this night, he opened his eyes to yawn and stretch his body that was a little stiff when he slept a little.

But in the next second, he found that the situation was not right, he should be in a single room in a hospital, surrounded by the pungent smell of disinfectant water, the incandescent electric rod above his head was too bright, and his eyes hurt, and the left and right sides were full of various electronic instruments, and the various tubes inserted in his body were connected to these instruments.

Zhao Xin wanted to stretch out his hand to support himself to get up, only then did he realize that his hands had changed.

"Ahh My hands, what happened to my hands? Zhao Xin was so startled that he suddenly rolled out of the hospital bed.

Zhao Xin sat up suddenly, the instrument connected to the tube was torn back and forth, and the white hospital gown on his body was suddenly covered with blood.

He felt his chest tightness and shortness of breath, and at that moment he was greeted by four heavily armed men in biochemical suits, one of whom was still holding a tray of potion bottles.

The four of them quickly walked up to Zhao Xin and said to him, "Lie down, lie down, you haven't recovered yet." ”

"What's wrong with me? What happened to my hand? Zhao Xin sat on the edge of the hospital bed and asked a few people weakly in a very hoarse voice.

Again, he looked incredulously at the mechanical arm embedded in his shoulder.

This is a robotic arm made of tungsten steel, and the whole robotic arm is perfectly designed, and it looks basically similar to a human arm.

But this is not his own arm after all, how can Zhao Xin accept that his hand has become like this when he wakes up.

He raised his arms and howled frantically at his hands with a hoarse voice: "My hands, my hands, my hands......"

"You lie down first, lie down quickly, your body will not be able to bear it." As he spoke, several people stepped forward and pressed the crazy and weak Zhao Xin down on the hospital bed.

At this time, Zhao Xin was very weak, but he was still frantically struggling to get up.

Without waiting for Zhao Xin to react, several people in biochemical suits walked up quickly, one held Zhao Xin's foot, one held Zhao Xin's arm, and then one person held a syringe, opened the hospital gown on Zhao Xin's body, and carefully injected him into the heart.

Then several people repositioned the tube that was loosened when Zhao Xin struggled.

Zhao Xin, who had finished the injection, was even more tired and weak, and he could only whisper to a few people with inquiring eyes, "What the hell is wrong with me." ”

One of the several people wearing biochemical suits said to Zhao Xin in a very calm and emotionless voice,

"You need to rest now, don't think about anything else, just know one thing, and that is that you are alive now, and that's it."

After speaking, a few people ignored Zhao Xin, who was still looking at them with longing eyes, and exited the room.

At this time, Zhao Xin found that the room he was staying in was a single room similar to the ICU intensive care unit, but unlike the ICU, there was a very, very large observation room glass window near the door of his room.

The room is filled with monitoring machines, and the tubes and detectors that connect them to various parts of their bodies are connected in this way.

Zhao Xin looked at the ceiling weakly, his mind was blank, and he tried to recall what had happened. What is the situation that made me wake up and lose my hands?

He remembered that he had just been in the company, and he had a headache about the project he was about to deliver, how did he get here?

What happened in between, what could have allowed you to have your leg amputated and have a prosthetic leg without permission?

The more he thought about it, the more headaches he had, and just when Zhao Xin had a splitting headache, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

In the picture, Li Xiaoren snuggled into his arms and cried bitterly......

Then there was another picture, Li Datou said to himself nervously......

Then Li Datou and himself were climbing the deep well......

Then suddenly a rotting zombie appeared in front of Zhao Xin's eyes......

Then more and more images came to mind......

At this time, Zhao Xin finally pieced together little by little, and the whole thing went through.

The memory came to an abrupt end in his desperate hammering of Wang Yuanhui and Li Datou's dazed confusion.

Zhao Xin, who finally figured out why he was lying here, struggled more and more to get up at this moment.

He's still alive now, but what about Li Datou? Where is Li Datou?