In the haze, Zhan Jingyi heard a vague voice, as if he had been calling his name, but who was this? It seemed that whenever he thought about who this was, he would feel slightly dizzy.
The voice was very vague, as if it was far away from Zhan Jingyi. It was so far away that he could only vaguely hear the voice, but he could not clearly hear what was being said.
But this voice seemed to have some kind of power. The sounds were intertwined and chaotic, impacting Zhan Jingyi's mind from all directions. Zhan Jingyi, who was in the middle of the voice, suddenly saw scenes in his mind, whether they were real or false.
These images were like a movie, with fragments appearing one after another from time to time, occupying all the space in his mind.
But these images always flickered, and whenever he wanted to take a closer look, he always felt like there was a fog covering them, as if he was looking through frosted glass and couldn't see clearly.
Some of the images flashing before his eyes were like a window, some were like a lamp, and some were like a long corridor with no end in sight.
It was as if countless fragments of the world kept flashing in the depths of Zhan Jingyi's mind, constantly occupying his field of vision.
Slowly, these pictures became more and more real and bigger, and the fragments were spliced together. In the end, suddenly all the fragments came together, and his brain was slightly dizzy. Then, he saw a completely different world.
Zhan Jingyi opened his eyes suddenly as if he had just woken up.
He found himself standing in the corridor again. The walls of the corridor were white like those in hospitals. There were no other patterns or decorations, simple and plain.
At the far end of the corridor, there is a double-open door. The door is ajar, and some sounds are faintly heard from inside.
Pale lights, quiet corridor.
Because of the experience of being injured and entering the subconscious dreamland last time, Zhan Jingyi was already prepared in advance when he entered the dreamland this time.
He directly let go of his subconscious mind. Therefore, when he felt that the surrounding pictures became stable and clear, he came to the mysterious and pale corridor again very smoothly.
The first time he entered this dream, Zhan Jingyi reached out and grabbed back, catching a ghost that looked like a human.
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? Why did it feel so scary?
What I don't understand even more is that I obviously wanted to enter my mind to control him, but why was I controlled by him instead?
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It was still the twisted and oppressive air. Deep in the space, there seemed to be countless eyes looking at him in fear.
There was a vague smell of blood on the tip of his nose, and various strange sounds kept ringing in his ears.
Zhan Jingyi suppressed the impulse in his heart, kept himself absolutely calm, and then strode forward.
He didn't waste any time, walked through the long corridor, and came to the far end of the corridor. The double-open door was ajar, and there were some faint sounds coming from inside.
Standing outside the gate, Zhan Jingyi seemed a little nervous. He took a deep breath and suppressed the tension in his heart that seemed to be about to overflow.
Then, he held the handle of the room, hesitated for a moment, and pushed the door open.
"Uh-huh!"
As he pushed open the door, a white light greeted him when he entered the room.
Zhan Jingyi's head seemed to be stimulated by something, and there was a moment of blankness.
After the dazzling white light in front of him dissipated, Zhan Jingyi slowly saw the scene in this room clearly.
What was in front of him turned out to be a busy operating room, with pale lights and various sophisticated instruments. Countless doctors and nurses in white coats and masks were busy walking back and forth in the room.
The beeping sound of instruments in the room, as well as the occasional conversations between these people, filled the room with an anxious and depressing atmosphere, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Report on the vital characteristics of Experimental Subject No. 1."
"Everything is stable and even developing in a better direction..."
"It's incredible. This boy was cut into pieces like this, but he can still recover, and his vital signs are even better."
"His bloodline power seems to be extraordinary."
Amidst the inexplicably harsh voices of these doctors, Zhan Jingyi looked through them and saw an operating table.
On the operating table, there lay a boy who looked young, with various instruments and tubes connected to his body, and wearing a gray hospital gown stained with blood.
The boy had a delicate appearance and clenched his teeth, as if he was enduring great pain. There were large beads of sweat seeping out of his forehead, making his hair wet.
Looking at the boy, Zhan Jingyi's mind went blank for a moment, because the boy looked so familiar, as if he was a smaller version of Zhan Jingyi.
At this moment, the boy's chest had been cut open, all the internal organs were exposed, and many sudden wounds appeared on various parts of the body.
The most outrageous thing is that now that he is like this, his body, hands and feet are still fixed on the operating table.
"We need to find out why he can control himself freely and recover quickly from his wounds."
"Moreover, his blood can actually enable ordinary people to have superhuman abilities..."
"What we have to do is to unlock these secrets of Experimental Subject No. 1."
Seeing all this, Zhan Jingyi's brain suddenly felt slightly dizzy, and his temples felt like they were beating, 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, right on the operating table.
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"Didi..."
Suddenly, a harsh instrument alarm sounded.
"Oh no..."
A nurse's surprised voice sounded: "The anesthesia effect has failed, and Experimental Subject No. 1 actually woke up early..."
"Do I need another anesthesia?"
In the room, a middle-aged man wearing a mask with a faint scar on his right forehead said coldly: "No, the experiment has begun and the basic data has been recorded. Injecting anesthetic again at this time will affect us." The test results..."
The people next to them looked at each other, and someone asked in a surprised tone: "What should we do?"
"Don't stop the experiment, continue."
The middle-aged man replied calmly: "Anyway, he has no chance of breaking free now. We can also test his sensitivity to pain."
"Yes, the operation will be expedited."
The boy's pitiful screams and the hissing of the scalpel across the skin suddenly rang out in the room.
Looking at everything in front of him, Zhan Jingyi seemed to feel the same way. The sharpness of the scalpel seemed to scratch his skin, reminding him of many bad memory fragments.
It seemed that at this moment, he was the boy lying on the operating table. Looking at the middle-aged man wearing a mask who was the surgeon in front of him, he always felt that there was a trace of familiarity between his eyebrows.
why is that? Why do these people treat a boy like this? Is it just for the experiment they say?
Are experiments more valuable than human lives?
An indescribable anger kept hitting Zhan Jingyi's mind, making him extremely angry.
He had not felt such anger for a long time, an anger that seemed to burn him clean.
At this moment, this kind of anger instantly seized his brain, shattering all the peace, and he let out a scream that was more terrifying than a wild beast.
Zhan Jingyi desperately wanted to rush forward, but his hands could only be waved awkwardly at this moment, as if he wanted to stop something.
It was as if he wanted to grab everyone in this room, tear them apart, and destroy them all...
"Tsk..."
When he reached out to grab them, he did not touch these people, and all the paintings in front of him began to collapse.
It was as if his hand was grasping the TV screen, and because he used too much force, the screen was broken by him...
When all the pictures and characters begin to distort, break, and disappear at any time.
And the ghost that he had been holding in his hand had become dim and dilapidated, as if it would die completely in the next moment.
At this time, Zhan Jingyi saw the woman again in the distorted picture. She seemed to be holding the hand of a little girl, and she was also looking at him there.
This time, Zhan Jingyi saw the woman's appearance clearly. She was wearing a gorgeous brocade dress, embroidered with complex patterns and patterns. The skirt was flowing and elegant, showing off her elegant temperament.
Her face is beautiful and refined, with starry eyes, curved eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, her hair is pulled high and combed into a fine shape, exuding a fresh fragrance, and she is beautiful. The pearl earrings and thin gold necklace she wears add to the beauty. A bit coquettish and playful.
But at this moment, this woman's eyes were full of fear and sadness, showing a distressing look.
Zhan Jingyi didn't seem to know this woman, but she felt very familiar in his heart. This was a feeling that was hard to explain.
She took the little girl whose face she couldn't see clearly and stood there looking at Zhan Jingyi, her mouth opening and closing as if she was talking to herself.
This time, Zhan Jingyi heard what the woman said clearly: "Yier, take care of your sister."
At this time, the entire dream collapsed, and the woman and the little girl left his dream together with the collapse.
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