One of the five Chinese laborers had a tall and thin scar on his face, a long scar that snaked from the corner of his mouth to the corner of his eye.

However, if there is such a scar on the face of ordinary people, it will at least add a touch of ruthless momentum to him, but even if this laborer over forty years old has a scar on his face, he still looks so timid, his neck is shrunk in the collar of his clothes, and his two eyes are like frightened rabbits staring nervously at the Japanese not far away, and his submissive character seems to have been imprinted into his bones.

When the five Chinese laborers lifted Xi Cheng on a stretcher and followed the few Japanese soldiers in white leather in front of him to walk in, the scarface's gaze happened to meet Xi Cheng's gaze, in fact, Xi Cheng's was not looking at him deliberately, but his neck could barely rely on his own strength to turn, so on the stretcher, his eyes could only look in the positive direction of himself, that is, the direction where the scarface was.

Scarface glanced at Xi Cheng twice, and nodded slightly, which can be regarded as a kind of greeting, but at this time, Xi Cheng has no strength to return the salute or anything, even if he has the strength, Xi Cheng probably won't do such a senseless thing.

Glancing over Xi Cheng's body, looking at those shocking wounds, Scarface couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, he was very amazed that Xi Cheng could still survive even like this, Scarface knew that this kind of courage to live was countless times greater than the courage to die, and he should be a tough guy.

However, these admiration scarred faces can only be buried in their hearts, because in recent years, after their transportation, there are probably no less than thousands of people who have been carried into this place, including old Maozi with a big nose, North Koreans on the other side of the Yalu River, and of course, more Chinese.

But I saw people being carried in one by one, but I had never seen them carried out, and Scarface knew that in addition to his own few people, there were many other groups of Chinese laborers who were responsible for the work here, and it was not impossible to transport tens of thousands of living people into it in a year, but how could it be possible to fit so many living people inside?

Therefore, it is rumored in the surrounding countryside that the Japanese raised youkai in this place, and the Japanese specially caught live people to feed the monsters, and then sent the monsters to the battlefield to fight.

Whether the rumors are true or not. Either way, Scarface felt that Xi Cheng would never have a chance to come out alive again.

Seeing a group of people coming, a group of Japanese soldiers at the checkpoint quickly stopped them with guns, even though the few Japanese soldiers in white leather clothes who took the lead were already familiar with them, but they were not sloppy at all in terms of rules, and they were only released after checking their documents and searching and testing. Because this is a special place for the Japanese Kwantung Army, it is absolutely necessary to maintain the greatest degree of secrecy and not to be negligent in the slightest.

As soon as he entered, Xi Cheng felt that his hands and feet suddenly felt cold. It seems that the temperature here is much lower than outside, but it is only separated by a wall.

A black flocculent like soot fell to the tip of Xi Cheng's nose, and a small chimney appeared in Xi Cheng's sight, and black smoke was billowing from the chimney. The black flocculent in the sky should have floated out of the chimney, and I don't know what was burning in the tunnel, anyway, it burned all day and night, and the black smoke that burned out was also very special.

Scarface's hand began to tremble. Even though he has come in many times, he still feels soft in his hands and legs every time he comes in, and he doesn't know what Lu Dao is for. He always felt that there was a lot of evil in it.

Under the leadership of the Japanese soldiers in white leather, Xi Cheng was carried to a bungalow, the walls in the bungalow seemed to have just been painted, but the black blood stains left over from the previous could still be seen. Except for a bed, it was empty, a bit like a place dedicated to mortuary.

At the signal of the Japanese, the five Chinese laborers put Xi Cheng in the bed and then retreated, and before leaving, Scarface looked back at Xi Cheng again, probably, this is goodbye.

These white-clothed Japanese soldiers can be regarded as having completed their tasks, and they closed the door and retreated.

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After staying like this for nearly half an hour, there were dense footsteps outside, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged Japanese man wearing a white coat outside and a military uniform inside walked in.

A young Japanese white coat held a needle in his hand and injected it directly into Xi Cheng's neck, after the injection, Xi Cheng only felt that his heart beat suddenly accelerated a lot, and it seemed that even his breathing felt smoother than before, which should be the effect of the injection just now.

The middle-aged Japanese waved his hand, and several young Japanese white coats stepped forward to push Xi Cheng's bed out of this small room, and then, Xi Cheng, who had just become familiar with the darkness in the room, was exposed to sunlight again, only this time, the sunlight came and went quickly, because soon, Xi Cheng was pushed into a place that looked like a workshop.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Here, the smell of pungent disinfectant was passively inhaled into Xi Cheng's lungs, causing a violent cough, and the wounds on his body were once again touched, causing severe pain.

I don't know how many turns the road has turned, and I don't know where I entered, Xi Cheng only felt that if he stayed in this kind of place any longer, he might have to let out the last breath of his body, because here, it brought Xi Cheng a feeling that he had entered hell, and he was like a dead person.

Finally, a door was opened, Xi Cheng was pushed inside, and some Japanese soldiers in white coats began to straighten Xi Cheng's body, fixing his arms and ankles with iron rings and beds.

At the same time, a white coat walked directly to Xi Cheng's side, and with a knife, quickly cut off a piece of meat on Xi Cheng's chest and put it into a plastic bag, and then, a bottle of potion rack was pushed in, and there were five infusion bottles hanging on it, and they were all colorful.

One by one, the infusion tubes were inserted into Xi Cheng's arm, and after everything was ready, the middle-aged Japanese white coat who came forward first stood beside Xi Cheng with a petri dish in his hand, and carefully extracted a drop of reagent from the petri dish with a rubber dropper, and dropped it into Xi Cheng's fresh wound, that is, the place where the meat had just been cut off with a knife.

When everything was done, the Japanese in the room withdrew. The door was locked, and it seemed that a specimen and test had been made, and they were going to do many, many more of them.

Xi Cheng suddenly felt that his body was so hot, very hot, as if all the blood in his body was ignited and boiling.

"Ah......h

Xi Cheng began to let out a low scream, but the room was soundproofed, and no one could hear it, even if it did. No one cares about this, because it is heard almost every day in the thousands of experimental rooms here.

One by one, the living people were caught in, and all kinds of inhumane bacterial experiments were carried out, most of them died, and even if they were not dead, they all became extremely disabled. At the end, piles of corpses were piled up like a hill, waiting to be sent to the crematorium to be burned, turned into ashes, and scattered nearby.

Crazy. Madness, first the blood in his body boiled, and then, it was like his own brain was also attacked. Xi Cheng actually began to fantasize over and over again that he was a bat, a bat, a bat. Damn, for what, to be a disgusting bat? God knows how these thoughts came into his mind.

Pain, pain, the heart seemed to be being torn apart, every inch of skin up and down his body seemed to be twisting, Xi Cheng was so painful that he didn't know where he should feel more pain.

Struggle, struggle, I don't know what the road is, with the increase in pain, Xi Cheng's strength is actually gradually recovering, his hand was raised suddenly, but it was unsuccessful because he was fixed by the iron ring, and his ankle was also fixed, he could only lie on the bed like this, and bear all the torture stiffly.

In the end, Xi Cheng struggled for the last time, his body almost bent into a bow upward, but he still couldn't break free from these restraints, and then his body was put down heavily, his eyes were completely dilated, and his breath disappeared.

An hour later, a young white coat opened the door, looked at the situation in Xicheng, drew a cross directly on the record sheet, and sighed secretly Another failed experiment, but in his opinion, how could such an experiment succeed?

This young Japanese white coat couldn't figure it out, why did the section chief always believe that this one bought from the British must be the blood of a vampire? Isn't he afraid that the cunning British have deceived himself? If these are really vampire blood, why don't the British themselves research and make them, perhaps, they haven't researched and manufactured them yet, or perhaps, the section chief originally had the mentality that it would be okay to give it a try, after all, there are really a lot of living people here to do experiments.

But none of this is what he should care about, it's useless for him to care, after recording Xi Cheng's death, he rang a doorbell in the room, and after a while, several Japanese people in dark gray overalls walked into the room, one lifted his head and one his feet, and then grabbed Xi Cheng and lifted him from the bed, and then carried him out of the room, turned two corners, and arrived at a stove, outside the stove was like a large swimming pool, but there was no water in the pool, and all the corpses were piled up.

"Bang." Xi Cheng was then thrown into the pile of corpses, and the two of them went down to take care of the stove.

At the moment when they left, Xi Cheng, who had no breath and was regarded as a corpse, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were bloody, and at the same time, two huge sharp fangs inexplicably grew out of his mouth, and without hesitation, he bit the neck of a corpse next to him, and began to gulp the other party's blood.

The blood of the corpse was cold, but Xi Cheng sucked it very sweetly, very delicious, as he kept sucking, he felt that a warm current was surging in his body, and wherever the warm current went, he clearly noticed that the injuries on his body were constantly recovering, and they were recovering at a speed that was visible to the naked eye!

Xi Cheng was obsessed with this feeling, very infatuated, but the corpse in front of him had been sucked dry by himself, he could only go to find the next corpse, the next corpse was a baby, his arms had all been amputated, and he died a miserable death, Xi Cheng did not choose to suck him, not because of pity, but because there was too little blood in the baby's body.

Crawling inside, Xi Cheng saw the corpse of a woman, her stomach had been cut open, as if something had been taken directly from her stomach, but it was clear that the Japanese did not sew it up for her.

Xi Cheng leaned his mouth closer, and the two fangs pierced directly into the female corpse's arm, and began to continue to suck the already cold blood. (To be continued......)

PS: This chapter Xiaolong wrote for a night, revised it many times, and still felt a little heavy after the worst, but Xiaolong felt that only in this way could he show the kind of feeling that Xiaolong wanted to show, and it wouldn't be so heavy below, because Xiaolong himself couldn't bear it, oh my God......