Zhan Jingyi in the haze, heard a voice that seemed to be calling his name all the time, but, who is this? It seemed that as soon as he thought about who this was, he felt his head slightly dizzy.

This voice was very vague, as if it was far away from Zhan Jingyi, so far away that he could only faintly hear the voice, but he really couldn't hear what was said at all.

But this voice, as if it had some kind of ability, the voices were intertwined and chaotic, from all directions, impacting Zhan Jingyi's mind, Zhan Jingyi, who was in the middle of the voice, suddenly had a scene in his mind, I don't know if it was a real or false picture.

These images are like movies, and fragments appear from time to time, occupying all the space in his mind.

But these pictures are always flickering, and whenever he wants to see them carefully, he always feels that there is a cloud of fog covering them, and there is a feeling that he can't see things clearly through frosted glass.

And these flickering images in front of his eyes, some like a window, some like a lamp, some like a long corridor with no end in sight.

It was as if there were countless fragments of the world, constantly flashing in the depths of Zhan Jingyi's mind, constantly occupying his field of vision.

Slowly, these images became more and more real, and they became larger and larger, and the pieces were spliced together, and in the end, suddenly all the pieces were combined, and his brain was slightly dizzy, and then, he saw a completely different world.

Zhan Jingyi opened his eyes as if he had just woken up.

He found himself standing in the hallway, the walls of which were the white of the hospital, with no other patterns or ornamentation, simple and plain.

At the far end of the hallway, there was a double-open door, the door was hidden, and some voices could faintly come from inside.

Bleak white lights, quiet corridors.

Because of the experience of being injured and entering the subconscious dream last time, Zhan Jingyi had already prepared in advance when he entered the dream this time.

He immediately let go of his subconscious, so when he felt that the picture around him became stable and clear, he also came to the mysterious and pale corridor again.

As soon as he entered this dream, Zhan Jingyi reached out and grabbed it backwards, grabbing a ghost that seemed to be in human form.

The only problem is that the ghost named Dai Lianfu is completely confused at the moment.

He didn't understand, what kind of place was this, how did it feel so scary?

What's even more incomprehensible is that he obviously wants to enter his mind to control him, but why is he controlling him instead?

……

It's still that kind of distorted and oppressive air, and in the depths of the space, there seem to be countless eyes, looking at themselves in fear.

There was a faint smell of blood at the end of his nose, and all kinds of strange sounds kept ringing in his ears.

Zhan Jingyi forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart, kept himself absolutely calm, and then strode forward.

Without delay, he passed through the long corridor to the far end of the corridor, where there was a double-open door, which was hidden, and from which some voices could be faintly heard.

Standing outside the gate, Zhan Jingyi seemed to be a little nervous, took a deep breath, and suppressed the tension in his heart that seemed to be about to overflow.

Then, he grasped the handle of the room, hesitated, and pushed the door open.

"Huh!"

As he pushed the door open, a white light greeted him as he entered the room.

Zhan Jingyi's head seemed to be stimulated by something, and there was a moment of blankness.

It wasn't until the dazzling white light in front of him dissipated that Zhan Jingyi slowly saw the picture in this room clearly.

In front of him was a busy operating room, with miserable white lights, and various sophisticated instruments, countless doctors and nurses wearing white coats and masks, walking back and forth busily in this room.

The sound of the instrument in the room, as well as the occasional conversation of these people, filled the room with an anxious and oppressive atmosphere, which made people feel unusually uncomfortable.

"Report on the life characteristics of Subject 1."

"Everything is stable, and even for the better......"

"It's unbelievable that this boy has been cut like this, and he can still recover, and his life characteristics are even better."

"The power of his bloodline seems to be very extraordinary."

In the inexplicably harsh voices of these doctors, Zhan Jingyi's gaze passed through them and saw an operating table.

On the operating table, a boy who did not look very old was lying, with various instruments and tubes attached to his body, and wearing a gray hospital gown stained with blood.

The boy looked delicate, his teeth clenched, as if he was enduring great pain, and large beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, wetting his hair.

Looking at the boy, Zhan Jingyi's mind was blank for a moment, because the boy's appearance was so familiar, as if he was Zhan Jingyi, who was one size younger.

At this moment, the boy's chest had been cut open, his internal organs were exposed, and many abrupt wounds appeared in various parts of his body.

The most outrageous thing is that his body, hands and feet, are still fixed on the operating table.

"We need to find out why he can control himself and heal quickly."

"Moreover, his blood can actually prompt ordinary people to have superhuman abilities......"

"What we're going to do is unravel these secrets on Subject One."

Seeing all this, Zhan Jingyi's brain suddenly felt slightly dizzy, and his temples felt like they were beating suddenly, stirring his brain.

All of this felt so familiar to him;

At this moment, he felt as if he was not in a dream of memory, but in the real world, on that operating table.

……

"Didi ......"

Suddenly, a shrill instrument alarm sounded.

"Oops, no......"

A nurse's surprised voice sounded: "The anesthesia effect has failed, and Subject No. 1 actually woke up early......"

"Do you want to do it again?"

In the room, a middle-aged man wearing a mask, with a faint scar on his right forehead, said indifferently: "No, the experiment has begun, the basic data has been recorded, and the re-injection of anesthetic at this time will affect our test results......"

The people next to him looked at each other, and someone asked in a surprised tone, "What should I do then?" ”

"Don't stop, keep experimenting."

The middle-aged man replied calmly: "Anyway, there is no possibility for him to break free now, and he can also test his perception of pain by the way." ”

"Yes, the surgery is expedited."

In the room, the boy's miserable screams and the snorting of a scalpel through the skin rang out.

Looking at everything in front of him, Zhan Jingyi seemed to empathize, and the sharpness of the scalpel seemed to cut across his skin, making him recall many bad memory fragments.

It seems that at this moment, he is the boy lying on the operating table, looking at the middle-aged man wearing a mask who is the chief surgeon in front of him, he always feels a trace of familiarity between his eyebrows and eyes.

Why is that? Why do these people treat a boy like this, is it just for what they call an experiment?

Are experiments more expensive than human lives?

An indescribable anger kept impacting Zhan Jingyi's mind, making him extremely angry.

He hadn't had such anger in a long time, an anger that seemed to burn itself clean.

At this moment, this anger instantly grabbed his brain, shattering all peace, and he let out a cry that was even more terrifying than that of a beast.

Zhan Jingyi desperately wanted to rush forward, and his hands would only wave awkwardly at this moment, as if he wanted to stop something.

It was as if he wanted to grab and tear everyone in this room apart, and he wanted to wipe it all out......

"Snort......"

When he reached out and grabbed them, he didn't touch them, and all the paintings in front of him began to crumble.

It's as if his hand was grabbed on the TV display, and because he used too much force, the screen was scratched by him......

When everything is distorted, shattered, and ready to disappear.

And the ghost that he had been holding in his hand had also become dim and dilapidated, as if it was going to die completely in the next moment.

At this time, Zhan Jingyi saw the woman again in the distorted picture, who seemed to be holding a little girl's hand in her hand, and was also looking at herself there.

This time, Zhan Jingyi saw the woman's appearance clearly, she was wearing a gorgeous brocade long dress, embroidered with intricate patterns and patterns, and the skirt was elegant, revealing an elegant temperament.

Her face is beautiful and refined, her eyes are like stars, her eyebrows are curved, her lips are red and her teeth are white, her hair is in a high bun, combed into a fine shape, exuding a fresh fragrance, beautiful and moving, and the pearl earrings and thin chain gold necklace she wears add a bit of coquettishness and playfulness.

But at this moment, the woman's eyes were full of horror and sadness, revealing a distressing look.

This woman Zhan Jingyi doesn't seem to know, but she feels very familiar in her heart, which is a feeling that is difficult to explain.

She pulled the little girl whose face she couldn't see clearly, and stood there looking at Zhan Jingyi, her mouth still open, as if she was talking to herself.

This time, Zhan Jingyi heard what the woman said clearly, which was: "Yi'er, take care of your sister." ”

At this time, the whole dream collapsed, and the woman, together with the little girl, left his dream with the collapse.

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