"Now, let's start the experiment!"

Observation Data ▉: B-17's containment chamber was empty, and a purple gas began to emerge out of thin air as the experimenters entered.

Observation data▉: The purple gas around the experimenter began to cling to the experimenter's body.

[DATA EXPUNGED]

Observation 4: A purple monster looms in the containment chamber.

[No Access]

I looked at the empty containment chamber below, remembered the compartments, and asked curiously, "Are we containing these entities just for research?" ”

The strong man looked at my skull face, and then asked me with a smile, "Didn't the director tell you?" ”

I quickly shook my head, and then said embarrassedly, "I don't have permission." ”

"Actually, the shelter still has a human touch, like when I die, they will send my ashes home."

"This is the human touch?" I looked at the busy observers and asked, "Are those people on death row?" ”

"Some of them are, some of them don't, those people just can't survive anymore, and then they buy the money for the shelter."

"I can't survive anymore and still buy this dead man's fund?"

"No, most of them are people with families, and you know what the environment is now, and they can't earn a lot of money."

"They died so easily? There was no trace, and the body was taken for experimentation. ”

"No, they are all martyrs, martyrs who gave their lives for this great cause."

"Are you a martyr? Aren't you insulting the martyrs? I looked at the burly body, and then grabbed him by the collar.

"You don't know what's great about this job."

I let go of my hand and stepped out of the observation pod.

"That's right! The director is looking for you, now! ”

I stepped into the elevator and rushed into the director's room.

"You're looking for me?" I asked him with a shudder.

"This is a world abandoned by the gods."

"Didn't you say you couldn't touch heretic-related stuff?" I subconsciously looked at the book floating in my head, and then into the director's eyes.

The director obviously didn't see the book, and I let go of the hanging heart.

"Why am I afraid of him? It's just a cat. "I looked at the orange cat and a wave of fear grew in my heart.

"You killed that girl, so have you been able to see her lately?"

"Yes, but not right now." I didn't seem to see her because of the tranquilizer.

"Recently, I went to the northeast with the instructor, I heard that the immortal family there can cure you for this problem."

"Instructor?"

"Yes, a newcomer like you must have an instructor to pick you up."

I was about to walk out of the room, but curiously turned around and asked, "Do you eat canned food?" ”

The director was staring at me fiercely.

I knew something was wrong, and I headed out the door.

"Wait! Don't forget to bring some canned fish! ”

I hurriedly walked out of the room and muttered, "Not a cat yet?" Can't resist the temptation of canned food? ”

"You're C-014, without further ado, let's go."

I looked up and saw a face full of holes.

"How? Doesn't it feel ugly? ”

I looked at the squinting face and took a closer look at the scars on her face.

A few shocking streaks of blood crossed her face, like a torn wound, and it looked particularly disagreeable on her face as white as jasper.

"It's ugly, isn't it?" She took a mask out of her pocket and wrapped gauze around her eyes.

"Let's go, go to the Northeast." She stroked her long hair freely, and then walked towards the elevator.

"Actually, it's not that ugly, after all, I'm just like you." I touched my chin and then my mouth.

"My tongue is gone!"

"It seems to be true, at least it's much better than a skull."

"When did those scars appear? Does it hurt? I looked at the masks that covered the scars, and asked curiously.

"It doesn't hurt that much, just get used to it, and those scars can save your life."

I followed her, and then went down an unusual path.

"This is to the north, the rest of the place is to go somewhere else, just look at the map when you come back, and don't go to the bottom of the building."

I became more and more curious about this shelter, and my mind was full of what the director had told me.

"The world has been forsaken by God."

"Could it be that the containment of those entities is there to save the world?" I lowered my head and saw a pair of brown boots in front of me.

I stepped into the high-speed train and set out on the road to the Northeast.

The world outside the window changed from green to golden, and a blending beauty appeared in front of my eyes.

Further north, a withered forest grabs the sky like countless hands, and the black earth beneath your feet is as black as if it had been burned by fire.

As the temperature plummeted, the black forest became more beautiful.

I couldn't figure out how a dead black forest could come alive under the snow.

When night falls, I turn my head to look over my shoulder.

She is not afraid of life, even if she takes the wrong road, she will take the initiative to ask the locals for directions.

Even when I sleep, I am not afraid of life, even if there is a living dead sitting next to me, she will still lean on my shoulder while she is asleep.

I didn't dare to move every time, I don't know if it was because of my social fear, but whenever I wanted to move my shoulders, I would look at her, for fear of waking her up and making her resentful of me.

I don't know what other people will think of me, and even if it is a well-intentioned act, there are countless motives in my eyes.

Habitually being suspicious of others and not having contact with others is the first principle of my life.

As she took the first step, I was at my destination.

The streets of the Northeast are so prosperous, and standing on that familiar street, I can't help but think of a group of people.

The content of the Declaration of Independence echoed through the streets, and the "ignorance" of "ignorance" echoed in my ears.

"That's where they live?" I looked at the familiar tree and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

I looked at her, then smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's just a job." ”

She looked at me with a pure look, a contempt mixed with a caring look at me, and then a question.

"What is your mental pollution value?"