It was in these days of waking up, taking medicine, sleeping, waking up, and taking medicine that I spent an unknown number of days and nights.

Perhaps for me, the so-called day and night has become a complete luxury for me.

From the time I couldn't move my body to the time I was able to turn around a little.

Until now, I can get out of bed and move freely, and my days are all daylight.

The incandescent light overhead never seems to go out.

The air outlet of the air conditioner has also been kept at a constant temperature of 26 degrees.

The room I was in was less than six or seven square meters.

A bed, a desk, no mirror on the top of the desk, but a lot of old books.

These books are about life, martial arts, and some old newspapers.

As for the only gate, it was, as I had guessed, a heavier steel door.

There was only a small hole the size of a palm in the door.

It's more of a prison than a ward.

Ever since I was able to get out of bed and move, I had to randomly put all kinds of pills and food in the palm-sized hole every day.

The reason why meals and drugs are delivered randomly is because my body doesn't know what to do.

They get hungry very quickly, but sometimes they don't eat for a long time.

As long as I'm hungry, I just need to press the button next to the table and someone will deliver something in less than ten minutes.

It's not like I haven't thought about communicating with people here.

But it was because of the exchange that I was punished very painfully.

This punishment was not physical, but more of a mental torture.

I wanted to go on a hunger strike and not take the medicine they sent in, but every time I dared to disobey.

Then in exchange for a more severe punishment.

Electric batons, injections, so that you can't sleep even if you want to.

After the punishment, I have to eat a lot of pill-like things.

And I also experienced a feeling of not being able to survive and not be able to die during this long period of time.

Because even if I choose to commit suicide, then I will be treated in the shortest possible time.

And in exchange for a more urgent burst of treatment.

The most ruthless time was to knock me unconscious and throw me into a room that was only half a square like a dog's hole.

I couldn't even squat completely here because the space was so small that I had to stand up straight.

There were walls on all sides, and the light bulb above my head was so high that I couldn't reach it.

This state of claustrophobic space almost completely collapsed my whole mental state.

And that's not all.

If the confinement just makes me feel that the other party is more cruel to me.

But the other way is that I just want to die.

None of the medications I took completely treated my body.

After taking some medicines, they will bleed from the seven orifices, and even the intestines will rot through the stomach, the whole body will suppurate, and the face will have a stroke.

But every time this happened, I would be fed a peculiar elixir the size of a peanut kernel with some intricate runes on it.

I haven't touched it, and I don't know what's in it.

But as long as I take that elixir, my condition will be much better.

This happens almost every few days.

Maybe it was also because they saw that I was more obedient and honest, and in the days that followed, they punished me a lot less.

And I heard the most real voice ever.

It was a time when I was resting in bed after eating the poison and being fed that elixir.

A terrible scream faintly rang out.

It turned out that I wasn't the only one here.

The scream was small, but I knew it was because the huge steel door was tightly closed.

If the steel door is opened, then the sound can be said to be completely non-human.

To figure out what was going on, I crawled to my desk and pressed the button.

Normally, after the button is pressed, someone brings me food very quickly.

But this time I waited about half an hour before someone opened the palm-sized window.

I rushed over as fast as I could, grabbed the hand of the person who brought me the food, and said, "Please, tell me, what kind of place is this?" ”

As I said this, I struggled to bend down, trying to see the face of the person who came.

But what answered me was the sizzle of electric batons.

My hand was more electric than an electric baton.

Although the corners of my mouth were already foaming at the mouth, my hand was clutching the other person's hand fiercely.

I even gritted my teeth and exerted all my strength to pull the other person's hand inside.

Then press down with all your might.

"Click......"

The pain of a broken bone is nothing to me now.

But that's not the case for them.

The people outside finally couldn't help but scream.

At the same time, he shouted and cursed loudly.

I heard him beckoning someone to come over.

Perhaps in a panic, he revealed a lot of news.

"Hurry up, 037 is crazy, don't care about the other test subjects, hurry up, Lao Tzu's hand was broken by him......"

Subject?

That's right!

I should have thought of it a long time ago.

It's not a prison, but it's far more terrifying than a prison.

I'm 037, and I'm obviously far more than the test subject trapped here.

The steel door was opened, and I had ever seen a group of powerful men, not men in hazmat suits.

Although they wore grimace masks, the kind of anger on their bodies made me feel a familiar smell all of a sudden.

Jianghu people!

They rushed in, clicked at me, punched and kicked me, and even pulled out daggers and tried to kill me.

I was beaten badly by them, and I don't want to describe how miserable it was.

But I'm laughing.

Laugh from the heart.

Because I finally got in touch with a living person.

Even if the dagger stabbed into my chest and blood flowed all over the ground, I didn't have the slightest fear.

Until a middle-aged man in army green clothes stood at the door.

I couldn't see the man's face, only a side face.

It just coughed softly.

Then he said a word, and the beating of the group of people stopped beating me.

"Time is running out, the experiment should be carried out as soon as possible, and I hope that the same situation will not be an example......"

The man in the army green clothes spoke very imposingly.

The sound of walking is also very rhythmic.

Every step seems heavy and powerful.

After he left, the people in the room also left one after another.

But there was one man who walked very slowly.

That man was the man who stabbed me with a dagger.

He wears a grimace mask on his face, but he has a scorpion tattoo on his wrist.

He squatted down and patted my face and said, "Boy, are you quite able to resist?" ”

"You won't have such a good chance next time......"

As he spoke, he reached out and smacked me the chest.

"Thirteen, gone......"

The people outside came in and dragged the man in front of him away.

But I laughed.

As the man's hand left, I hurriedly covered my chest with my hand.

Then the steel door was slammed shut.

A short time later, a turquoise elixir was placed in a small tray that had been welded to the window.

I crawled to the steel door, picked up the elixir in one hand, and stuffed it into my mouth without the slightest hesitation.

Finally, he dragged his weak body to the bed.

Everything fell silent.

No more medical staff came in to examine me.

It seems that for a while, the people who monitored me have also become accustomed to it.

However, it is also true.

Not long after taking the pill, I felt a fever in my body, and many wounds were surprisingly itchy.

I know it's a wonderful feeling that comes with muscle growth.

But soon, I felt my stomach tumble over the sea.

The first moment this feeling came out, I rushed straight out of bed.

He came to a squatting pit in the corner of the room and began to vomit heavily.

As I vomited, I started to clasp my throat with my hand and vomited the contents of my stomach again.

Only this time, I didn't really snap my throat, but spread out the fists that I had been clenching.

In the palm of the hand there is a small strip of paper, which is waterproof.

There was a lot of blood on it, but it was left for me by the man who stabbed me with a dagger.

There was only one sentence on the note, but it was this sentence that gave me hope for life.

"Xiao Xu, hold on a little longer......!"