"Asshole!"
Nakajima Yuya lay on the ground, groaning in pain.
His body had been pierced by Fang Cheng's steel needle. Although the bleeding from the wound had stopped, it didn't mean it wouldn't hurt.
Now he was thrown directly from the air by Fang Cheng and fell half to death, and his whole body was about to fall apart.
After lying there for a long time, he finally sat up from the ground when his injuries gradually subsided.
Fortunately, this body has received strengthening without side effects. Although the degree of strengthening is not high, the recovery ability is still good.
If it were an ordinary person playing like this, they would have been killed long ago.
The place where Nakajima Yuya is lying now is on a road where no one can be seen. Although the urban area of Tokyo is within sight, it is still more than ten kilometers away.
"Damn it, won't you send me directly to the city? You still have to let me walk the last leg."
Nakajima Yuya wanted to curse a few times, but when he thought of the blood that Fang Cheng had left in his body, he resisted the urge to curse loudly.
He struggled to his feet and searched himself.
Fang Cheng didn't search his body, so he still had his wallet keys and the like. Unfortunately, his phone was broken when he dropped it, so he couldn't call someone to pick him up.
"Asshole..."
Nakajima Yuya sighed and walked towards the looming buildings in the distance.
It was early in the morning and the sun was not strong, but Nakajima Yuya was injured and felt dizzy not long after walking along the road.
Suddenly, his ears heard the roar of an engine. Nakajima Yuya looked up and saw a motorcycle carrying two young people coming from a distance.
He was overjoyed and waved hurriedly: "Come here! Come here!"
As expected, the motorcycle stopped. Nakajima Yuya tidied up his messy clothes, then took out his ID and said to the two young men in the car: "I am the chief of the Intelligence Section of the SOT force. Now, in accordance with the "Code of Obligatory Assistance of Citizens", I am requesting You take me back to the city."
The two young men looked at each other, then got out of the car and walked towards Nakajima Yuya.
"Hey, what are you going to do?"
"Stop! I'm warning you not to mess around!"
"Ah! Stop fighting!"
After a violent beating, the two young men stole everything, leaving Nakajima Yuya with a bruised nose and face, and rode away on their motorcycles.
"It's... hateful..."
Nakajima Yuya covered his swollen face, looked at the backs of the two robbers, and spat out bloody spit: "When I go back, I will make sure you look good!"
After resting for a while, he continued walking forward dejectedly.
Not far away, I came across two abandoned people in ragged clothes collecting dry firewood on the roadside.
These abandoned people are unable to live in the city and can only live in the suburbs where society is low and they are worse than beggars.
This time, Nakajima Yuya finally did not show his identity, but waved: "Come here, do me a favor and send me to the city. As a reward, I can give you a sum of money."
The two abandoned people looked at Nakajima Yuya, then put down the firewood and walked over.
"Hey? What are you going to do?"
"Stop! I'm warning you not to mess around!"
"Ah! Don't take it off!"
This time he was not beaten, but Nakajima Yuya's slightly damaged clothes were completely taken away.
He squatted naked on the roadside, shaking with anger.
"Damn it! It's so bad that the world is changing and people's hearts are not as they should be. They even dare to steal clothes!!"
Nakajima Yuya really wanted to give up, but there was only this short stretch of road left. If he didn't continue walking back, he would have to die outside at night.
He found a pile of weeds on the side of the road, blocking the front and rear vital points, and then continued walking forward.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Nakajima Yuya felt tired and thirsty, and the soles of his feet began to bubble.
Occasionally there would be some vehicles passing by on the road, but no matter how much he shouted, no one stopped. He was so angry that he almost ran naked.
Just when Nakajima Yuya was dizzy and about to lose control, an abandoned man suddenly emerged from the weeds on the roadside, wearing only a pair of torn pants.
The two sides looked at each other, and Nakajima Yuya backed away warily. He now had nothing left to be robbed.
The abandoned citizen stared at him twice, then suddenly smiled kindly and said, "Are you okay?"
Nakajima Yuya was slightly startled, and for a moment he was a little moved.
How rare it is to finally meet a good person.
The abandoned people came over to help Nakajima Yuya and led him to the grass on the roadside: "Come here, drink some water and take a rest."
"Thank you, thank you..."
He said in a choked tone that as long as this abandoned citizen was willing to send him back to the city, he would definitely thank him.
After another ten minutes, Nakajima Yuya slowly climbed out of the grass.
He lay on the road that had been burned by the sun, looked up at the urban area of Tokyo in the distance, and reached out to grab it.
It was so close, but it seemed so far away. This short journey was more difficult than the more than 40 years in his previous life.
When Nakajima Yuya's consciousness was almost blurred, the harsh sound of brakes suddenly sounded.
"Section Chief? Chief, are you okay?"
A military vehicle stopped on the side of the road. Several young people rushed down and helped Nakajima Yuya to the vehicle.
They had been searching for the section chief's whereabouts all night without success. They didn't expect to meet him on the way back.
Nakajima Yuya reluctantly opened his eyes, and when he saw these familiar subordinates, he felt sad and happy for a moment, and even cried bitterly: "You... you... why did you come here!!"
Before she finished crying, she fainted with a loud sound.
…
When he woke up again, Nakajima Yuya found himself in a hospital bed. The surrounding walls were white and it didn't look like a hospital.
His injuries have been treated and bandaged.
But psychological trauma is not so easy to heal on its own.
Nakajima Yuya sat on the hospital bed with a gloomy expression. He didn't know how long he had been there before someone finally opened the door and came in.
This is an officer in a straight military uniform with a stone-cold expression. Behind him are two soldiers with live ammunition, and they are pushing a wheelchair.
"Section Chief Nakajima, because of your incompetence, six precious Bishamonten were destroyed. The higher-ups are evaluating your punishment. Shooting should be the best result."
Nakajima Yuya trembled and subconsciously wanted to tell the information about the resistance organization, but Fang Cheng's threat prevented him from speaking.
The officer in front of him did not give him a chance to speak, and continued: "But you are very lucky. A big shot is very interested after knowing what happened to you, and plans to give you a chance to meet. If you can satisfy him, No more court martial.”
Nakajima Yuya was slightly startled, and then felt ecstatic in his heart.
Who else other than Hiroyuki Fujiwara, the father of science, could take away his guilt with just one word?
I didn't expect that such a big shot would be interested in me.
In the ecstasy of self-healing, Nakajima Yuya couldn't help but feel a little worried in his heart - but it must not be the kind of interest he encountered today!
"take away!"
The officer waved his hand, and two soldiers behind him came forward, lifted Nakajima Yuya from the hospital bed and put him in a wheelchair, and put a black hood on him.
Nakajima Yuya didn't dare to complain, after all, he was now guilty.
He didn't know where the Nest of Life was, and it was said that even the top brass of SOT rarely knew about it.
The other party put a hood on him now, obviously not wanting him to know.
The officer turned and walked out of the ward, followed by the soldier pushing the wheelchair.
With his line of sight blocked, Nakajima Yuya couldn't judge the officer's walking route. He only felt that he was turning around and had a slight feeling of weightlessness many times. He must be taking an elevator.
He couldn't help but look forward to this meeting.
You must know that Fujiwara Hiroyuki is the pride and idol of the people in District 11. I don’t know how many people regard him as their lifelong goal.
Although Nakajima Yuya knew that Fujiwara Hiroyuki was still alive, he had never seen him. He could only be seen in various video materials and textbooks before.
Even his old comrade-in-arms has never seen Fujiwara Hiroyuki in person. If he knew about it, he would definitely be jealous to death.
While Nakajima Yuya was thinking, a sudden shrill scream startled him and he almost jumped out of his wheelchair.
"Don't be afraid, this is an experiment in progress."
The officer turned around and explained without taking off his hood.
Nakajima Yuya was a little shocked, and soon more screams followed, as well as other strange sounds.
With his sight blocked, these sounds amplified the negative emotions in Nakajima Yuya's heart.
He gradually calmed down from the secret joy of meeting the big shot, and then remembered a chilling thing.
Fujiwara Hiroyuki can be said to be the person who started the trend of human experimentation in Area 11. He has an extreme contempt for life. It is said that he likes to dissect some living experimental subjects with his own hands.
In order to study biological weapons, Fujiwara Hiroyuki personally presided over a large number of inhumane experiments, and a large number of innocent civilians were used as experimental targets.
All these contents were suppressed by the government and could not affect the aura of Fujiwara Hiroyuki, the father of science.
But anyone who has really been exposed to history knows that he is a ruthless executioner.
As time went by, Nakajima Yuya's fear became more and more intense. He felt that he was not going to meet a scientific giant, but a cold-blooded demon hiding in the darkness.
I don't know how much time passed, but the black hood was suddenly taken off.
The dazzling light made Nakajima Yuya squint his eyes subconsciously. Soon he saw the surrounding scene clearly and found that he had arrived at a large testing site.
The bright lights above the head illuminated the white walls and the ground, making them spotless. In front of them was a giant cylinder, as if an oil tank had been erected. The walls were made of transparent glass, so you could see clearly what was going on inside.
Inside were a dozen young men and women whose bodies were tightly bound, generally around eighteen years old, and all their hair had been shaved off.
Outside, there were many scientific researchers wearing protective suits working in front of various instruments. There was an observation window on the outer wall, and several people in white coats were standing by the window.
The one at the front is an old man with a kind face, white hair and good energy.
This old man is Fujiwara Hiroyuki, and no one in District 11 would not recognize his face.
"let's start."
Fujiwara Hiroyuki did not notice the arrival of Nakajima Yuya. His old voice was transmitted through the loudspeaker to the entire experimental site.
Some mechanical arms with syringes began to reach towards the dozen young men and women in the middle.
Some of these young people cursed, some begged for mercy, some cried loudly, and some looked numb.
But they were still injected with some unknown liquid by the robotic arm.
Nakajima Yuya could feel the atmosphere becoming tense, and even his own heartbeat was speeding up, staring inside intently.
A dozen young people began to have painful reactions after being injected with unknown liquid. One of the girls' body suddenly exploded, and the broken body tissue sprayed all over the ground.
When the other young people saw this scene, they started shouting like crazy.
But soon, they all exploded one by one in despair, turning the entire experimental site into a bloodier place than a slaughterhouse.
Cold sweat broke out on Nakajima Yuya's forehead. He subconsciously looked towards the observation window and found that Fujiwara Hiroyuki was talking and laughing with the people around him. He turned a blind eye to the tragic situation below, or he was already used to it.
"The fifth injection experiment failed. All fifteen natural experimental subjects were destroyed. The experimental data has been recorded in the library, numbered DFEKA211..."
An indifferent voice sounded on the radio, announcing the failure of the experiment.
After all, Nakajima Yuya is also the head of the intelligence section, so he knows what a natural experimental subject means - an experimental subject that grows naturally without any external intervention.
These fifteen young people are 100% ordinary civilians obtained from society through special means.
He looked at the flesh and blood on the ground in the experimental site, and thought of Fujiwara Hiroyuki's kind smiling face, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
Soon, he was taken to a reception room and met Fujiwara Hiroyuki.
"Section Chief Nakajima."
Fujiwara Hiroyuki's attitude was very kind, without any arrogance of a big shot. Although Yuya Nakajima in front of him was just an inconspicuous little person to him, he still maintained the necessary courtesy.
"I heard that you had dealt with Experimental Subject No. 2. I am very interested in the whole process. Can you tell me?"
Nakajima Yuya knew that Fujiwara Hiroyuki was interested in Fang Cheng, so he brought him to the Nest of Life.
Under the circumstances that No. 1 Beilong Zhenyuan may have died, No. 2 Fang Cheng is the most important experimental subject in the entire 'evolution' experiment.
Nakajima Yuya replied very nervously: "Mr. Fujiwara, it is my honor to be able to answer your question, but No. 2 left his blood in my body. If I talk nonsense, I may be killed by him. Of course, it’s not that I’m afraid of death, but that I’m afraid that I won’t fully explain the process clearly.”
"I see."
Fujiwara Hiroyuki looked very interested: "It doesn't matter, we have an instrument that can turn memories into images. You don't need to speak, you just need to recall the process."
Nakajima Yuya couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. It was really a big help that there was such a thing. There was a high chance that he wouldn't be killed.
Wait, in this case, wouldn't it also be seen that he betrayed Fujiwara Hiroyuki that he was still alive?
Nakajima Yuya became nervous again, and Fujiwara Hiroyuki was indeed an old man, and he immediately guessed his concerns.
"Don't worry, Section Chief Nakajima, no matter what wrong things you did under the coercion of the enemy, it was excusable. If you are interested afterwards, you can stay and work in the Nest of Life."
Fujiwara Hiroyuki said kindly. Although his face was full of wrinkles and white hair, his words were clear and powerful, and his eyes were clear. He could not tell that he was an old man in his 130s.
Looking at his kind and kind smile, Nakajima Yuya suddenly thought of the pile of flesh and blood of the young people after death in the experimental site, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
Will he become one of them?
