The next day, ten o'clock in the morning.
The lights in the underground corridor are bright, shining on the plain floor, reflecting an almost pale light.
The air converter continued to operate, and with a slight buzzing sound, cool air poured out from the air outlet.
"Wow——"
On the wall at the end, the wall slides open to both sides.
The man in a white coat walked out of the small elevator-like space at the back, leading the man in black at the back. Rapid footsteps and excited whispers broke the silence in the corridor.
"This is really a miracle, Lark! After the injection of AHTX-2001 and the semi-finished antidote, the red blood cells in her body continued to decline. I continued to transfuse her blood for a week. Strange changes occurred in her body. There were sufficient red blood cells in her body. Under such circumstances, the gunshot scars on her body are actually recovering quickly..."
Chi Feichi followed Gong Juren through the corridor under Lark's disguise, without interrupting Gong Juren's excited chatter.
This also counts as Gong Juren reporting to him face to face on the progress of the experiment.
He gave up the follow-up research on AHTX-2001, but Gong Juren believed that it was a path that could lead to human beings' eternal life, so he persisted in researching it.
During this period, a large number of mice, frogs, and other mammals used in experiments died during the experiment. Under the influence of the drug, the red blood cells in these animals were constantly classified as 'enemies' by their own immune systems and eliminated, requiring blood transfusions. In the process of infusing young blood again and again, some elderly animals become younger day by day, and the organs with declining functions are also rejuvenated.
It's just that it's difficult for living things to receive external blood for a long time. It can take as short as ten days or as long as a month. Those animals will die of blood diseases or sudden organ failure.
During this period, there were also people who were sent to the laboratory as 'scrap'. Gong Juren was obsessed with immortality research and preferred elderly experimental subjects. However, the organization was mostly young and middle-aged, so he couldn't find many suitable candidates. , so facing Reiko Shimizu, Gong Juren reluctantly accepted it.
Gong Juren initially just wanted to use these people to find a way to combat the disadvantages of long-term blood transfusions.
As long as the human body can withstand long-term blood transfusions, Gong Juren's idea of maintaining immortality through blood transfusions might actually be interesting.
'Immortality' has been a crazy attraction since ancient times. Gong Juren may not necessarily want to live forever, but he is obsessed with the process of discovering and unraveling this mystery.
He remembered that in the report, Gong Juren's laboratory accepted five human experimental subjects, and in the end only Reiko Shimizu survived.
And there is a reason why Reiko Shimizu can survive...
"Soon after that, she and Experimental Subject No. 4 entered the stage of rapid organ failure. I asked the organization to find matching bone marrow and had someone assist me in completing a bone marrow transplant. Experimental Subject No. 4 survived for 37 hours and then died. As a further check afterward, I found that after the bone marrow transplantation, Experimental Subject No. 4's immune system seemed to be completely chaotic, which was the main cause of his death. However, she survived on No. 3," Gong Juren quickened his pace, with a look in his eyes. With an excited look, "Although there is a little problem with her immune system, it is not fatal yet, and the impact of continuous blood transfusions on her body has been eliminated. She has provided me with more experiences and discoveries, I think Try using other drugs to adjust her immune system to a level that can support her survival..."
Chi Feichi said in a hoarse voice, "In the email you sent me, you mentioned that your attempt failed."
"Yes, the attempt failed, but I have controlled the adverse effects of those drugs on her body..." The enthusiasm in Gong Juren's eyes subsided, and he stood at the end of the corridor, his eyes calm again, and he reached out and pressed He glanced at a display screen on the wall, waited for the camera to scan his irises, stepped aside, and let the camera capture the irises of the blond man behind him. He turned around and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I've been nagging all the way, and I'm a little out of control."
"Wow..."
The walls opened to both sides, and the lights in the secret room behind the walls turned on, making the illuminated surveillance screen look less eerie.
"It doesn't matter," Chi Feichi hissed, stepping into the secret room, "That means her immune system will still have problems next, right?"
"That's the case for now. She may not die from long-term blood transfusions, but she will probably die from a disordered immune system." Gong Juren sighed, "And she has never been in a good mood. If this continues, sooner or later she will die." She died, so it doesn’t matter if you want to take her away. I still have Experimental Subject No. 5 to observe. The condition of Experimental Subject No. 5 after the bone marrow transplant is not very bad, which shows that the success rate is not low, and there should be other successes in the future. Experimental subject, but I hope that you can allow her to continue to cooperate with me for examinations every once in a while. I want her physical examination data, maybe she can survive."
"no problem."
Chi Feichi sat on the chair in front of the desk, looked up at the monitor screens on the wall, and said in a hissing voice, "I need to see all the surveillance videos of her since she entered the laboratory."
On the display screen, the situation of the two currently surviving experimental subjects is played in real time.
One was Experimental Subject No. 5 who had just been sent here not long ago, and the other was Reiko Shimizu. The two were locked in a fully enclosed room and relied on an air converter to transfer air.
If you have to describe it, that kind of room is like a large mouse breeding box, tall and open, with machines to adjust the air humidity, temperature, lighting, and cameras for all-round monitoring.
You won't be cold or hungry if you live there, but the experience will definitely not be good.
Gong Juren cares about the physical health, mood, and mental state of the experimental subjects, and he only cares and cares for his experimental subjects. After doing those things, he no longer regards the experimental subjects as fellow human beings.
Or else, the organization's laboratory is the scariest place?
His assistant has gone crazy, and he who led Gong Juren to become obsessed with this research is not sure whether he is the culprit.
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The pure white space seems to have no boundaries.
Shimizu Reiko lay quietly on the table, staring blankly at the pure white in front of her.
There was a soft leather cushion under her body, and the temperature was warm and comfortable, but she was not sleepy at all, recalling the past over and over again.
She would think of running along the coast of Yokohama when she was a child, and of the faces surrounding her when she was in school. The aura of freedom made her greedy and infatuated, and she would even think of fellow robbers she once despised.
Yes, no matter where you are or who you are with, it is better than here.
She would think about that day again and again.
Under the magnificent sunset, the muzzle of the gun sprayed with flames, and she saw her own blood spilled on the ground.
The foreign man with a young and handsome face got out of the car and squatted next to her. His eyes were still looking at her indifferently, and his hoarse voice was like the whisper of a devil.
Everything changed that day.
It seemed that as soon as she woke up, she was already in this place.
The surroundings were so bright that one could only see white. The gunshot wounds on her body had been treated, and the vague pain reminded her that this was not the world after death.
She was still alive, but she was fixed here, unable to move. The most embarrassing thing was that she felt the urge to urinate.
She shouted loudly, and soon the iron ring holding her loosened and someone responded.
It was the voice of a young man, clearly telling her: There is no restroom or restaurant here. Her food and water will be delivered through the equipment on the counter, and the place to go to the restroom depends on the toilet that will rise from the ground next to the counter. and sink.
The buttons were all on the counter, which was quite convenient, but she felt humiliated. She tried acting coquettishly to please her, and she also tried yelling. When she said that her mouth was dry and the other party didn't respond, she could only write down this account in her mind. , choose to be obedient.
After gaining freedom of movement for the first time, she was unwilling to return to the platform, and the other party ignored her and allowed her to study the white metal platform and try to walk around.
The light here was too bright, and she could only fumble forward, and could only touch the cold metal walls.
Probably to make it easier for her to sleep, sometimes the surrounding white light would disappear, leaving the entire space in darkness, which would last for a long time. It should be adjusted according to day and night time.
She spent about three or four days exploring here. When she was hungry or thirsty, she would return to the table and press the button to get food and water. When she was tired, she would lean on the table and sleep for a while.
The results of her exploration made her despair. She was surrounded by cold walls. She couldn't touch any cracks, let alone windows or doors. She couldn't take apart the metal table and look at it. The source of the air was probably above, and it was only exposed to white light or pitch black. Due to the influence of light, she didn't know how high it was, and she couldn't even tell which direction the air was coming from.
When her injury was almost healed, she finally couldn't stand it anymore and shouted every half an hour that she wanted to take a shower. About two hours later, the hot water pouring down from the sky soaked her all over, but there was still clear water. , foam water, clean water in sequence, and finally a stream of clean water with the smell of disinfectant.
The water poured on her for a long time, but it did not accumulate on the ground. She tried to find the drainage outlet, but only found a dense patch of small holes on more than one floor. The floor was made of an unknown material. It was smooth, cold, and solid enough.
At that time, she thought that the accomplices of the young man named 'Lark' just wanted to imprison her and drive her crazy by keeping her in captivity.
Although she was indeed going crazy.
It seemed like she was the only one in the whole world. At first there was still this space for her to explore, but soon there was nothing new, only changes in white light and dimness. No one paid attention to her screams, except for someone who told her a big story on the first day. Apart from talking, she never heard anyone else's voice.
She fell asleep again, and when she woke up, two young men's faces appeared in front of her, and her body was fixed on the table again, with various equipment detection heads connected to her body.
She immediately thought of sleeping gas. If she was just asleep, there was no way she would be moved and not wake up.
The young man standing next to her was wearing a white coat and holding a syringe. Half of his face was covered by a mask, and his eyes were focused on the scale on the syringe.
When she tried to move, another man in a white coat spoke and communicated in a low voice with the man holding the syringe.
'She's awake, are you sure you want to inject her while she's awake? '
'Her perception of pain will be affected when she is asleep or under anesthesia. Aren't you feeling distressed if Lark wants that part of the data? '
'I didn't say that. '
In just a few words, she understood what terrible drugs the two men were going to inject into her, and tried to communicate.
But no matter whether she begged for mercy or tried to seduce her, the needle point still pierced her arm.
Soon she no longer had the energy to speak.
Her hands and feet were weak, she was dizzy, and the waves of coldness in her body made her tremble. She could hear her heartbeat gradually accelerating, and she wanted to struggle but was fixed.
After that, there was throbbing pain in the muscles of the hands and feet, accompanied by a sense of suffocation, and a dull pain in the abdominal cavity.
The pain was slowly increasing, but the two men next to her were just debugging the machine and recording data, ignoring her calls, like two indifferent robots.
Several times she thought she would pass out, but she remained awake, eager for the first time to fall asleep.
When she almost couldn't hold on anymore, the man in charge of the injection injected her with an unknown drug again and hung up a blood bag for her.
She didn't know when she fell asleep, but when she woke up again, the machines around her had disappeared again. She was lying on the table, her clothes had been changed, and her hands and feet were no longer fixed by iron rings.
The experience of being injected with drugs seemed like a dream, but it was not a dream.
The two people began to transfuse blood for her at regular intervals. Occasionally, new faces would come over, or when she woke up, she would be surrounded by machines, beeping and beeping, feeding back her physical condition to the machines. She felt an unspeakable fear in her heart, suspecting that something was wrong with her body.
Every time she would be fixed on the table, and no one would respond to her even a word every time. One or two of those people seemed to only pay attention to the data fed back by the machine.
Until one time, she struggled to break away from the blood transfusion needle in her hand, and soon became dizzy and nauseated. The man who injected her with the drug came to her at some point, picked up the blood transfusion needle and inserted it into her arm again, with a helpless tone. spoke to her.
'Be obedient, you will die without blood transfusion! '
She was in a trance and didn't notice when the other party left. When she woke up again, the blood transfusion seemed to have ended.
There was no need to doubt that something was really wrong with her body.
After that time, she never had a chance to break free from the blood transfusion needle.
Day by day, the place was boring and boring. When her body was not fixed on the table, she even thought about committing suicide by hitting the table. However, every time she tried, she would be affected by the hypnotic gas and couldn't even hit her head.
After that, she seemed to have undergone an operation. She slept for an unknown period of time and then woke up during the post-operative recovery period. She was unable to move freely for a long time, and her life depended on a catheter.
Those white coats no longer frequently transfused her blood, but they stepped up their physical examinations, probably to take care of her emotions, or maybe they were worried about her blindness. Occasionally, the sky would project a realistic blue sky, white clouds or starry sky.
No matter how dull she is, she can still understand her situation - the other party regards her as a guinea pig, and she is a guinea pig in an inhumane experiment!
But what could she do if she realized it? During that time, the most she could do was move her fingers, fall asleep staring at the night sky, and then be awakened by the white light, watching a group of people recording data beside her.
The surroundings were always so warm and comfortable, but to her, it was like purgatory on earth. She couldn't die even if she wanted to. She could only be at the mercy of others day by day, staring above boringly day by day, in a daze, unable to tell how much time had passed.
After she almost recovered from the operation, she was able to move freely again, but the space was still limited here, and she was so depressed that she yelled, and after no one paid attention to her, she slumped and stopped.
(End of chapter)
