His eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and his head was dizzy, as if he had been stuffed with a large pile of disorganized data by an invisible hand, and he was swollen to death. The eyelids tried their best to cut a slit, and the result was a white, frightening white.

It's an empty room, with countless LED lights on the snow-white ceiling glowing blindly, like the pure white of the meeting between "Savior" Neo and the final boss.

This fate completely involuntarily feels terrible.

Ye Suqin couldn't capture the direction of the whole thing, but he probably knew that he was going to die.

He moved his hands and feet, and found that he was not moving, and his limbs were fixed to a reclining rocking chair that looked like a giant scorpion dormant.

He opened his mouth and found that he needed to make a whimpering sound with all his might, and his tongue no longer listened to the command, probably because the effect of the anesthetic had not passed, thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, and after he was stunned, he also injected an anesthetic with amazing effect, as for it.

The nose smelled it, although it was processed and sprayed with a rich perfume, but the smell of blood that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved was too mellow, like a glass of Margau from the five major Bordeaux wineries that had been cellared for more than ten years, with a mellow taste and rich fruity aroma.

Ye Suqin shook his head, feeling that he was too boring, and he was so disgusted that he compared blood to red wine, which was too spoofing.

Sometimes it's not necessarily a good thing to know too much, for example, now, if ordinary people probably don't think about it, they can't smell the uneasy atmosphere in the air, and they can't smell the thick blood that can't be dissolved, just stupidly wait for fate to come.

There was no camera in the room, but Ye Suqin knew that he must be surrounded by countless people, he was naked at the moment, and his thin body was exposed with ugly reptilian scars, which not only did not add a trace of male toughness, but instead looked like an ugly beggar, twisting his thin body.

Thinking about it this way, Ye Suqin is a little depressed again.

"Huh!"

On the other side of the one-way glass, someone snorted softly in surprise, Livia turned her head in displeasure, and the female assistant covered her mouth and whispered, "According to the dose we gave, the anesthetic effect will not subside for at least two hours, and he will wake up earlier than scheduled." ”

"Really?" The corners of Livia's mouth curled, maybe this little guy would surprise herself.

"Isn't the task force ready yet?" Livia asked, turning her head in displeasure.

"It's going to be in place in five minutes at the latest." The assistant reported.

Ye Suqin looked up at the ceiling, thinking in his mind, probably going to die, probably returning to the light. The troubles from kindergarten are replayed in my mind one by one, thinking about the trainee teachers I teased when I was in middle school, thinking about the girls I pursued in high school, thinking about the magazines and newspapers with colors under the bed, I don't know if it will be sorted out by my mother, after all, from childhood to adulthood, in her eyes, she is an honest person, maybe she will turn to the diary hidden under the bookshelf, and some deviant behaviors written in it will make her mother frightened. As a result, I feel that my child's inner world can be distorted like this, and I feel that I have been ignoring the growth of my child.

Also, what happens to the mother who discovers that she is missing? She is so pitiful, she has been supporting, she has been supporting, forcing her face to smile, since her father left, she has been like this, she is so tired, so tired. If even the only spiritual pillar is gone, what a pitiful thing it would be.

Everything is terrible after coming to this world, although I am trying to adapt, although I am trying to survive, but it is really bad, I hate this world, I hate myself who has become cold and obedient in order to adapt to this world, everything is so annoying!

Fortunately, I can finally be freed.

With a slight motor roar, three sets of robotic arms extended from the bottom of the seat, flickering in the light.

Ye Suqin's expression was blank, and he watched blankly as they pierced into his skin, constantly transmitting various substances in. At first it was cold, then it was a bout of itching, as if countless small ants were crawling up the veins to the head. Countless golden threads poured out of their minds, and the little machines that were mechanical, sluggish, and trying to climb suddenly raised their heads collectively.

Damn it!

There must be hallucinations, there must be conjectures. He actually saw those little machines look up humanely, obviously on their round bodies, there were no heads at all, but at this moment, he actually felt that they looked up so truly, and their eyes showed panic and fear.

Are they scared of me?

No!

They are afraid of something that sleeps deep within themselves, in their genes, in the deepest mysteries of the soul.

A surging divine power descended, and the entire body, the entire muscles, and the entire cells trembled.

Ye Suqin's face was distorted in pain, and there seemed to be countless soldering irons on his body swaggering across various cell levels, burning out wisps of shocking scorched black.

The nanomachines in the body are crazy, and Ye Suqin is also crazy.

It's like an over-the-top party. Every cell, every nanomachine, is crazy, as if it has taken a drug, dancing like a drug, dancing wildly in the blood vessels, in the nerve veins, in every place that can be reached.

"What's going on?" Livia was dumbfounded, this was unheard of before, and had never been seen in any previous experiment.

"I don't know, the nano machine is out of control and has lost contact with the central control computer, this look, it feels like being hacked and stolen dominance." The male researcher lifted his heavy tortoiseshell glasses with an incredulous expression.

"The subject's body temperature is rapidly rising, 45 degrees Celsius, 47 degrees Celsius, damn 50, if nothing is done, people will burn to death." The assistant hurriedly looked up and reported.

"Hurry up, inject normal saline, and artificially cool down."

A group of medical personnel wearing isolation gowns and white coats rushed in, holding cotton balls soaked in alcohol in their hands, like firefighters fighting fires, rushing to Ye Suqin at a speed of 100 meters, wiping their bodies as if they were taking a bath.

At this moment, I can't care if the other party will be uncomfortable or uncomfortable.

The child's body was as hot as a boiled prawn, and his originally dark skin was all blistered, red, and covered with thick water, looking like a severely burned patient.

There are constant bubbling and asymptomatic ruptures on the surface, and a large amount of thick and smelly juice is flowing, which is a sign that the body is about to collapse, and experienced people already know what will happen later, and it seems that this experiment did not reach the desired level, but it did provide reliable data, much better than the previous two.

All the medical staff were already doing their duty, carefully wiping their bodies with alcohol cotton balls in an attempt to lower their body temperatures, but they knew it would be futile. But he still kept his head down, took it seriously, and completed his work meticulously.

No one saw that the eyes of the test subject, who had fainted in pain, suddenly opened, and it was an indescribable pair of eyes, as if there was a flow of light and shadow, and some golden characters were deeply imprinted in the pupils, constantly rotating, constantly emitting dazzling light.

I don't know if it's too dazzling, or if it's true, the pupils of his eyes turned out to be two, overlapping together, and I don't know who is in front and who is behind, maybe it's just an illusion, maybe it's real, the eyes and shadows overlap, and time stops. It was as if there was an invisible shackle, and everything was locked, maintaining the previous action, frozen in that second, even if it was a fly or a floater.

Ye Suqin stood up in the empty room.

It was empty in the pure sense of the word, the scorpion chair was gone, the white ceiling above the head was pure white, without the slightest blemish, and even the LED lights were gone.

It is said that without the light source, the room would be very dark, but no, although it is not bright, but it is not dazzling, the brightness of the light is just right, very gentle, like a mother's hand, gently brushing.

Ye Suqin looked around blankly, at a loss.

Is this the afterlife?

The world is white, do you want to spend the first seven years here, or will you continue to be lonely?

Thinking about it like this, I felt a little panicked in my heart.

I have heard that if a person stays in an absolutely silent room, he will not be able to stand it for three days, and he will go crazy in seven days, if he stays for a lifetime, or even forever, Ye Suqin dare not imagine.

There are some small black spots in front of him that are magnifying, Ye Suqin looked at it intently, it seems that the black dots will still shake, and he is a little dizzy in front of his eyes, I don't know if it is the sequelae of death, his eyes are dazzling, as if he has brought a pair of myopia glasses of thousands of degrees, and his whole brain is dizzy.

After a lot of effort, I finally saw that it was a person, a small person.

Anyone else in this room?

For no reason, a hint of joy flashed in Ye Suqin's heart, as long as he didn't stay alone in the room.

"Hey—" He tried to call out to the other person.

The other party did not respond.

He paced and walked, and when he got closer, he realized that it was a little girl, with long hair and a shawl, wearing a white hospital gown, and she was just up to her thighs, and it looked like she should be a little doll of three or four years old.

It's so pitiful, I died at such a young age, and I haven't had time to enjoy all the beauty of this world.

The girl squatted on the ground, fiddling with her hands, as if she was playing a game of stacking sand, and as if she was holding a doll and playing with the house. The expression was so focused that he didn't notice that there was another person behind him.

"Hey-" Ye Suqin called out again, reaching out to push the other party's shoulder.

This time the girl reacted, and she turned her head blankly.

I didn't see her appearance clearly, the first thing that caught my eye was a pair of eyes that were unforgettable, the whites of her eyes were light gray, like a dark cloud suddenly shrouded in a white blue sky, depressed and deep, with a supreme overlook. The pupils are two golden eyes that overlap each other, and there are all kinds of complicated characters circulating in them, obviously I don't know them, but at a glance, it seems that the meaning of each character is transparent, and the meaning of these characters is - no meaning. Empty, supreme, ethereal, containing everything in the world. Words to the extreme, in fact, do not give meaning, but understand at a glance what they want to express, but they themselves are meaningless. It's a bit of a contradiction to say that, but when he sees this scene, he seems to understand everything, and he doesn't seem to understand anything.

Heavy pupils!

Ge Hong's "Hug Puzi Wei Zhi Chapter": "The eyes have square pupils, and the ears grow out of the top, and they will also control the flying dragon and drive the clouds, and Ling Liudian will create an inverted scene." ”

If square pupils and blue eyes are the sign of immortals, then double pupils are——!

Rumble! The girl reached out and nudged him, and he flew upside down. Ambilight is flying around him, damn it, back to the original feeling, there seems to be some black hole sucking behind him, and as if there is nothing, people have been going backwards, retreating, retreating, as if this life is forever fixed in such a rhythm, and there is no escape. It is as if falling horizontally into an eternal cave that will never see the bottom.

In a residential area in Jingjiang City, Gaoxing Prefecture.

Tong Yao tossed and turned on the bed, her eyes closed, and her whole person twisted like a restless little loach, curled up, stretched, hugged her knees, and constantly changed her sleeping position.

Obviously indoors, the temperature is suitable, but the mouth exhales a large cloud of hot air, just like a cold winter wax moon exhales a mouthful of white mist outside. The whole person is hot and hot, like a boiled prawn, and layers of sweat overflow on the smooth and delicate skin, like a broken stream, constantly overflowing out, wetting the sheets and wetting the quilt.

The skin is strangely red, and it reflects luster like wax.

This looks like a great monk from the Tang Dynasty who was steamed in a steamer.

If the girl moans, babbles, suppresses, and suffers, she is like an old hen whose vocal cords have been pinched off, unable to scream, unable to scream, only to make a muffled sound.

Time was gradually passing, the hot red skin slowly stopped, Tong Yao suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for breath, she had a very bad dream, not how appalling the dream was, how shocking the world, but plain but revealing a heartbreaking sadness. In her dreams she saw a man, a little boy, with reliefs piled up on the endless white sand, a castle of extreme beauty.

Walking barefoot on the beach, she could clearly feel the slight warmth of the sand being illuminated by the sun, she walked over step by step, and with each step, a huge sadness seemed to overflow from her chest, it was an indescribable emotion, as if she had suffered eternal torture, as if she had experienced the saddest story in the world, stalk in her throat, she couldn't shout, she couldn't call, she couldn't scream, she couldn't scream, she was inexplicably sad.

Tears can't stop sliding down her cheeks and flowing from the corners of your mouth, salty, astringent, as if like love, as if like fate!

Tong Yao got up from the bed, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and reappeared, obviously not feeling any emotional fluctuations, but the tears flowed uncontrollably.

She was stunned to recall everything in her dream, but found that she couldn't remember anything, just vaguely saw a person, a boy, but she couldn't remember his appearance, she couldn't remember his figure, she only remembered a pair of eyes, containing all the gentle eyes in the world.

She got up and stripped off her clothes, stood naked in front of the mirror, and said that she couldn't tell why she was doing it, as if she needed to do it for granted, and did it.

In the floor-to-ceiling mirror next to the window is a faint figure, shrouded by the moonlight outside the window, you can vaguely see an emaciated figure, with tears in the corners of the eyes, like Chu Chu is pitiful.

In the mirror, I am emaciated, poignant, and gentle.

She raised her hand to touch.

The other side also raised his hand, his arm penetrated the barrier of time, penetrated the boundary of matter, and stretched out from the rippling mirror of the water, it was a pair of vigorous, vigorous, and extraordinarily gentle male hands, he gently enveloped her, embraced, and indulged.