Russell's eyes were red, and his teeth almost bit through his cuffs. He hid in the haystack, and an inhumane massacre was going on outside.
Wearing khaki military uniforms and white sun flags, these dressed beasts held bayonets and ravaged the people in the village wantonly.
"Mom, it hurts so much, I'm so cold..."
"Yaya, my Yaya, mom is here, mom is here, don't be afraid, mom is here..."
"Xiuzhu!! Damn it, I will fight with you!!"
"Dog, run!"
"God, I have never done any evil in these seventy years! Why are you treating me like this in Luojia Village!?"
The screams and curses gradually faded away, the fire was raging, and the black smoke slowly condensed into the faces of the invaders. Their bodies exuded the smell of burning blood mixed with unknown substances, and they rushed towards them with ferocious faces.
"You are here, I found you!"
Russell woke up suddenly, breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his face.
His surroundings were filled with the smell of formalin,
Overhead, six motorcycle headlights were tied together, illuminating the room palely.
Russell was lying naked on a single bed. He was skinny and skinny. His skin was white and transparent, and he could see clearly the blue and red blood vessels and dense pinholes.
There are two beds next to him. On the far bed lies a young man named C008.
C008 was no longer breathing, and his gray eyes were wide open.
Russell didn't know the original name of C008. He only knew that this was how the experimenters who often talked about him talked about him.
Russell is not the original Russell. He was a recent graduate of Blue Star University, majoring in foreign languages and proficient in languages from all over the world.
Then he came to this world after being stabbed to death by a gangster for doing something righteous.
In his former life, he was a fool who only knew how to eat and drink, and he was confused. Then he was hidden by his grandfather, and then he was caught as an experimental subject. He had long since lost his soul.
By the way, his current name is A001.
He seems to be the one who has lived the longest here. B002, who is still breathing next to him, may be the second one. She has lived for about 15 days.
There are only big lights that are always on here. Russell has never seen the sun rise and the moon set since he came here. He can only count the time by the attendance of the experimenters.
He probably lived almost 2 months, but it felt like two years.
Russell tilted his head with difficulty and said in a hoarse voice: "B002, how are you feeling today?"
B002 was very beautiful when she first arrived, but now she is so skinny that it is almost impossible to tell whether she is a boy or a girl.
When she heard Russell's words, a smile slowly formed on her lips, her breathing became weaker and weaker, and finally came to a complete standstill.
She fell asleep, eyes closed, forever slumbering.
Russell's expression froze, then he smiled, said "Sweet dreams", and lay down again.
It's better to die, you don't have to suffer.
An indifferent and chilling power slowly circulates in the body, like a naughty child, walking here and there.
Russell's expression did not change, neither sad nor happy, he just thought that the toxins accumulated in his body were exploding.
His dreams have become more and more frequent recently, and he probably won't be able to hold on much longer.
However, dying here is a relatively easy matter, just like B002.
"We really can't give us any more time... 731 is just a fluke..."
"Please, Eita..."
"I'm just an escort...for a month...A001...whether I live or die."
somebody is coming.
Russell listened to what was said outside and thanked his previous college major for allowing him to understand Japanese.
Perhaps what supports him is not only the instinct of survival, but also a glimmer of hope for the future.
After all, we won the war.
Mr. Kurata was an old acquaintance. He was the one who inserted needles into Russell the most.
Although he looks like he is about to be buried in old age, he is very agile and can even throw a Japanese soldier over his shoulder with one hand.
He is no longer as high-spirited as before. Instead, he is like a dog, wagging his tail to show his kindness to the person named Eita.
Russell's eyes moved down and he saw Eita's appearance.
He was wearing a black Japanese t-shirt, his hat was bigger than his head, he was quite short, and he had a samurai sword on his waist.
The brim of the hat covered the upper half of his face, but just from his evil smile, Russell could be sure that this thing was definitely a pervert.
However, this name and appearance look a bit familiar.
"Eita, Behemoth in the West has made a breakthrough in creating aliens, and our empire is about the same. Give me a little more time!"
"Kurata-kun, please save some dignity for yourself and don't force me to produce the military orders above."
Eita said coldly, exuding an aura that said no strangers should be allowed in. Mr. Kurata sat on the ground with a dejected face, his lips opening and closing unconsciously, not knowing what he was saying.
Behemoth, alien! ?
Here is one person! ?
Then this one is called Eita...
Russell stared at the dwarf, and finally saw clearly the pair of eyes eager to kill and the entire flat face.
He is the idiot in the Under One Person: Rusty Iron chapter and the main chapter Tang Clan Memories, who relied on the demon sword and leech pills to kill Tang Clan righteous men and Yanhua compatriots indiscriminately! !
Under the excitement, the indifferent aura in his body rapidly expanded and started to work violently as his emotions surged.
The breath that was originally rotating randomly gathered at the tailbone at the moment when Russell's body was straightened, then went straight to the sky, fell like a waterfall, and hit the center of the lower abdomen.
【Ding! Congratulations on running "Qi" for a week and becoming a stranger. You have been invited to join the chat group! 】
[Under One Person·Russell joins the chat group! 】
[Group announcement:
You can get 10 points by signing in every day.
1 point is awarded for each enemy killed.
Group members can use points to trade with each other. The scope of the transaction includes personal talents, skills and even various resources in the world. The transaction price is subject to the chat group pricing.
The number of transactions for the same physical object shall not exceed 5 times per day. Violators will be disqualified from trading.
Group members have one chance to change their nickname.
If a group member dies, he or she will automatically leave the group.
】
Russell's attention was completely attracted by the chat box in his mind, and he realized that besides him, there were two familiar avatars in the chat group.
Subconsciously, when he saw the sign-in button flashing on the interface, he clicked on it.
[Under One Person·Russell (Russell) successfully completed today’s sign-in and received 10 points. Come and sign in! 】
Immediately afterwards, three messages appeared in the chat box.
Demon Slayer-Lei: Here comes another newcomer, Brother Snake!
Naruto-Orochimaru: I'm on a mission, don't disturb me.
Demon Slayer-Lei: Brother Snake, what mission are you performing?
Demon Slayer-Lei: Well, it’s daytime here now, and there’s no point in staying in the cave. Let me introduce you to the chat group function.
After changing his nickname in an instant, Russell knew that now was not the time to chat, so he had to be patient first.
One person-Russell: Boss, wait a minute, I'll pretend to be dead first.
Demon Slayer - Tired:?
Pretending to be dead is very simple.
Russell raised his head, and then lightly bumped into the bed. His whole body felt dizzy, his breathing seemed to be disappearing, and even the breath in his body was scattered.
Eita frowned. Just now, he clearly felt the energy of the experimental subject in front of him, but it quickly disappeared.
Could it be that Mr. Kurata is really close to success?
It's a pity, Kurata-kun, that Amaterasu has not favored you.
"Kurata-kun, don't forget to give him nutrition and don't do experiments secretly. I want him to survive until 731."
Eita said the next word, turned around and left regardless of Kurata Souji's expression.
