I spent countless days and nights just like waking up and taking medicine, sleeping, waking up, and taking medicine.
Perhaps for me, the so-called day and night have become a luxury for me.
From not being able to move my body to being able to turn around a little bit.
Until I can get out of bed and move freely, my days are all daytime.
The incandescent lights overhead never seem to go out.
The air outlet of the air conditioner also stays at a constant temperature of 26 degrees.
The room I'm in is less than six or seven square meters.
There is a bed and a desk. There is no mirror on the desk, but there are many ancient books.
These books include life lessons, martial arts, and some old newspapers.
As for the only door, just as I guessed, it was a relatively heavy steel door.
There was only a small hole the size of a palm in the door.
This place is more realistically said to be a prison than a ward.
Ever since I could get out of bed, various pills and food would be randomly placed in the palm-sized hole for me every day.
The reason why meals and medicines were randomly delivered was entirely because my body didn't know what the reaction was.
You will get hungry quickly, but sometimes you will go without eating for a long time.
As long as I'm hungry, I just need to press the button next to the table, and someone will bring something to me in less than ten minutes.
It's not that I haven't thought about communicating with the people here.
But just because I communicated, I would be punished very painfully.
This punishment was not physical, but more of a mental torture for me.
I wanted to go on a hunger strike and not take the medicine they sent me, but every time I dared to disobey.
Then the result will be more severe punishment.
Electric batons and injections will make it impossible for you to sleep even if you want to.
After the punishment, he had to take a lot of pill-like things.
And I also experienced a feeling of not being able to survive but not to die during this long period of time.
Because even if I choose to commit suicide, I will be rescued in the shortest possible time.
What they got in return was even more explosive treatment.
The most brutal one was when he knocked me unconscious and threw me into a room that was only half a square meter and looked like a dog hole.
I can't even fully crouch here because the space is so small that I have to stand straight.
There are walls on all sides, and the light bulb above my head is very high from me, so I can't reach it at all.
This state of claustrophobic space caused my entire mental state to almost completely collapse.
And these are not the most important.
If I'm put in solitary confinement, it just makes me feel like the other person is being more cruel to me.
But the other way is to make me just want to die.
None of the medications I took were completely healing for my body.
After taking some medicines, you will experience bleeding from all your orifices, even intestinal rupture, pus all over your body, and facial stroke.
But every time this happens, I will be fed a strange elixir, which is only the size of a peanut kernel and has some complicated runes on it.
I haven't touched it and don't know what it contains.
But as long as I take that pill, my condition will be much better.
This happens almost every few days.
Perhaps because they saw that I was more obedient and honest, they punished me much less in the days that followed.
And I also heard the most realistic sound ever.
That was when I was lying on the bed to rest after eating the poison and being fed the elixir.
A shrill scream sounded faintly.
It turns out I'm not alone here.
The scream was very small, but I knew it was because the huge steel door was sealed tightly.
If the steel door is opened, it can be said that the sound is not made by humans.
In order to find out what was going on, I ran to the desk and pressed the button on it.
Normally, after pressing this button, someone will bring me food soon.
But this time I waited for 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, where is this place?"
While saying this, I tried hard to bend down and see the face of the person coming.
But what answered me was the sizzling sound of the electric baton.
My hand was shocked as hard as an electric baton.
Although foam was starting to form at the corner of my mouth, my hand was firmly grasping the other person's hand.
I even gritted my teeth and used all my strength to pull the other person's hand inside.
Then press down hard.
"Click..."
The pain of broken bones 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 yelled and cursed loudly.
I heard him calling people over.
Perhaps in panic, he revealed a lot of information.
"Come here quickly, 037 is crazy, don't worry about the other experimental subjects, hurry up, my hand was broken by him..."
test subject?
correct!
I should have thought of this a long time ago.
This is not a prison, but it is far scarier than a prison.
I am No. 037, and obviously I am not the only experimental subject trapped here.
The steel door was opened, and I saw a group of powerful men, not men wearing protective clothing.
Although they wore masks with ghost faces, the hostility on their bodies made me feel a familiar smell all of a sudden.
Jianghu people!
They rushed in, some clicked on me, some punched and kicked me, and some even took out daggers to kill me.
I was beaten very badly by them. I don’t want to describe how badly I was beaten.
But I'm laughing.
Laugh from the heart.
Because I finally came into contact with real people.
Even if the dagger pierced my chest and blood flowed all over the floor, I didn't have the slightest fear. .
Until a middle-aged man wearing military green clothes stood at the door.
I couldn't see the man's face, only his profile.
It just coughed slightly.
Then he said one word, which caused the gangsters to stop beating me.
"Time is running out. The experiment must be carried out as soon as possible. I hope the same situation will not happen again..."
The man in military green clothes spoke very impressively.
The sound of walking is also very rhythmic.
Every step seemed heavy and powerful.
After he left, the people in the room also left one after another.
But there was a man walking very slowly.
That person was the man who stabbed me with the dagger.
He wears a Grimace mask on his face, but has a scorpion tattoo on his wrist.
He knelt down and patted my face and said, "Boy, are you able to resist?"
"You won't have such a good chance next time..."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and slapped my chest hard several times.
"Thirteen, let's go..."
People outside came in and dragged the man in front of him away.
But I laughed.
When the man's hand left, I quickly covered my chest with my hand.
Then the steel door was slammed shut.
Not long after, a green pill was placed in a small tray that was welded to the window.
I crawled to the steel door, picked up the elixir with one hand, and stuffed it into my mouth without any hesitation.
Finally, he dragged his weak body to the bed.
Everything became quiet.
No medical staff came in to examine my injuries.
It seems that during this period of time, those who monitor me have become accustomed to it.
However, it is indeed the case.
Not long after I took the elixir, I felt a fever in my body, and many of the wounds were surprisingly itchy.
I know it's an amazing feeling that comes with growing muscles.
But soon, I felt like my stomach was churning.
As soon as this feeling came out, I rushed out of bed.
He came to a squatting pit in the corner of the room and began to vomit profusely.
While vomiting, I started to press my throat with my hands to vomit out the contents of my stomach again.
Only this time, I didn't really press my throat, but opened my clenched fists.
There is a small paper strip in the palm of the hand. The paper strip is waterproof.
Although there is a lot of blood on it, it was left by the person who stabbed me with a dagger.
There was only one sentence on the note, but it was this sentence that gave me hope of living.
"Xiao Xu, hold on a little longer...!"
