I don't know how long it took for me to wake up, but I couldn't move my body, and I couldn't even open my eyes.

After about two or three hours like this, I was able to move, sat up violently, and realized that I was in a laboratory.

There were utensils everywhere, and thinking about what the fat man said, I immediately jumped out of bed and ran away.

The whole laboratory was empty, and as far as the eye could see, I was alone, and there was no sound but my heartbeat.

It's as quiet as a big coffin.

I saw a man in a room, shirtless, lying on the bed with a tube inserted, and I thought of the sick people that the fat man had said, opened the door and walked up to him.

When I saw his situation clearly, I was so frightened that I retreated again and again, and the scene in front of me was really terrifying.

He was naked, not even hair, only half a cloth on his lower body, and a needle was tied to his arms, and the things that flowed down from the needle tube were like white maggots, surging one by one, and constantly hitting his body.

When the worm got into his body, his body shook violently, and then calmed down, and then another worm got into his body, and he repeated the shaking motion.

This is obviously an experimenter, imagining that I used to be like this bald head, being stuck in a tube, waiting for bugs to burrow into my body, and I was horrified.

I was about to leave, but the man's eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes slowly opened, and he woke up.

His eyes were deep-set, his eyes were dark, and the moment he saw me, a faint smile appeared on his pale and bloodless face: "Why did you go to the ground?" ”

I jumped at him, and his hand raised towards me finally landed on the bed, and he smiled weakly: "I thought that those who wore this dress were all carried away, but I didn't expect that there would be those who went to the ground." Last time, I saw him being carried out, and you say, can he go down to the ground? ”

From his chattering messages, I could tell that he was carrying him out, and it was me.

He didn't seem to have any strength at all, but he wanted to say it, as if if he didn't say it this time, he wouldn't have a chance to speak again next time.

"I really want to end my own life, but they said that if we dare to end our own lives without permission, we will not give money to our families. They all live like this, as long as the family is good, there is nothing that cannot be done. ”

It's so nice for others, they're all like this, and they still think about their own family, but I don't know anything about the owner of my body except that my own name is Han Zhou.

"I still remember what he used to look like, the man who came in with me, he was very handsome, and I remember the bed he lived in in the middle." He babbled, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

I jumped to the innermost bed, there was no one lying on the bed, there was a picture in the corner, it was a handsome young man, looking like he was in his early twenties, looking at me with a smile.

Suddenly, my heart hurts as if I was being grabbed by my hand, and I know that the guy in this photo is the owner of my body.

Hiding the photo in my clothes and looking at the other patients lying motionless on the bed, my eyes were sour.

Jumping away in a hurry, jumping to the bend, I heard a sound coming, and I immediately turned into one of the rooms.

"The person in that bed is useless, drag it out and dissect it, I hope it won't be like that, the organs inside have atrophied." An old, desolate voice rang out, and I ducked into the darkness of my room.

"Yes."

After a few minutes, they actually pushed open the room where I was hiding, turned on all the lights, and I was hiding behind the curtain, and I could clearly see them, but they couldn't see me.

Three people, one is fat, one is thin, and the other should be the professor in their mouths.

A man was pushed in, the same man I had just spoken to, and he was carried onto the operating table.

"Now, I'm going to dissect it, and you can see it clearly." The old and cold voice sounded without a trace of emotion, "I dissected it last time, and you didn't see it clearly, but this time you have to see it clearly." ”

The fat man immediately agreed: "Professor, being able to learn a craft from you is a blessing that we cultivated in our previous life." ”

The thin man nodded hesitantly, and as he looked away, his eyes fell on me.

My heart is pounding, he can't find me, right? I breathed and my heart beat hard.

Fortunately, the thin man looked away.

Under the shadowless lamp, the man who was still breathing did not know that danger was coming.

"See clearly." The professor picked up the scalpel, pressed it against the man's stomach, and slashed it down with skillful movements.

Looking in this direction, I saw the sound of blood running down the man's belly, and the sound of cutting through the belly clearly reached my ears, and my eyes widened in horror, and I almost screamed.

"Ahh

The man who didn't take the anesthetic screamed in pain, his green tendons were exposed, his eyes were scarlet, and his clenched fist hit the fat man, and he was easily pressed by the fat man.

The professor was very cold: "He doesn't have the strength to struggle now, let him go." ”

Yes, the scrawny man had no strength to struggle, he could only cry out in pain, tears streaming down his sunken eye sockets.

The professor opened his stomach and pulled out an organ, and the man's eyes widened and his mouth wide open, never to recover.

I thought I would be excited to see the blood, but instead of making me feel like I'm vomiting, the bloody scene at this time didn't make me feel like I was vomiting.

Seeing this inhuman scene, I wanted to rush over and kill him with one punch.

In fact, I didn't do it, my body suddenly couldn't move, and my whole body froze in place.

The professor took out the organs in the man's stomach and explained them the same, and the fat man made a record.

Then he put the organs back one by one: "The things in this person's body might as well be the one that has become a zombie?" Sewn on. ”

Rumble!

My brain exploded with a bang, and the one who turned into a zombie, isn't that me?

I've had my stomach cut open alive like this, and the entrails taken out, and put back in?

"Professor, I want to ask, why don't you give them anesthetic?" The thin man, who had been silent, asked.

The professor sneered: "People who are going to die still want to waste my anesthetic." ”

Brute!

If I hadn't been able to move, I would have stuck my nails in his chest, pulled out his entrails, and asked him if he was in pain.

"Then why dress them in Qing Dynasty clothes after they die?" The thin man was not intimidated by the professor, and asked again.

The professor looked at him coldly: "You have a lot of talk today, don't ask if you shouldn't know." ”

The fat man who was sewing the corpse also said: "That is, what the professor does has his own intentions, you just need to do what you should do." ”

The thin man didn't ask again.

After the wound on the corpse was stitched up, the professor personally dressed the corpse in Qing Dynasty clothes, without any cleaning, and two words came out of his mouth: "As usual." ”

They were gone, taking the body with them, and I was the only one who hid motionless behind the curtain.

I hate my own cowardice, why can't I move at this time? Why hide here? Why don't you rush out and end the professor's life?

But there aren't so many whys in this world?

After another ten minutes, I was able to move, jumped out from behind the curtain, and looked at the blood stain on the operating table, my stomach tumbling straight out.

No, I have to leave.

This time, I left smoothly, as if someone had taken everyone away, and as if someone had opened the door for me in advance.

As soon as I escaped to the door of the laboratory, I was confronted by a chattering person, and he and I noticed each other at the same time, and looked at each other fixedly.

"The zombies have escaped."

The fat man turned and ran, not forgetting to scream loudly, and I jumped at him, throwing him to the ground, and he cried out for me to let him go.

Seriously, I really want to poke his heart with a claw, but I haven't done anything like this, and I can't do it.

I bared my fangs at him, yelled, and finally let him go and ran out the door, but the security guards were so fast that they stopped me.

They had electric batons in their hands, and they emitted the sizzling sound of electricity, and they circled me in a circle, not daring to come forward.

I thought I would have a chance of escaping, but an old dog came.