After Waking up Beside the Villain - Chapter 222

    Because the No. 001 experimental body is sealed, this underground laboratory, which is called the No. 1 laboratory by the Ninth Research Institute, was converted from the mortuary of an abandoned hospital.

    Near the metal gate, there are two rows of mortuary cabinets that have been out of use for a long time. Some cloudy white and bright red stains are splashed on them, and there seem to be rodents that have lost their shape. Living in it, I could occasionally hear Xisuo biting in the middle of the night.

    This laboratory is not as white and empty as ordinary people think, clean and almost neurotic.

      slender shadow.

    The messy laboratory equipment and test tube racks are listed in the innermost, close to the four walls.

    In the center surrounded by the wall, there is a marble experiment table reflecting cold light and lamp shadows. There are resting chairs and small dining tables scattered around the experiment table.

    Behind the dining table and chairs, there is a silver-white metal cabinet standing upright next to the experimental bench.

    At first glance, there is no obvious difference in appearance between it and the ordinary freezer, but if you look closely, you can find the silver-white metal that makes up this cabinet, whether it is tough and compressive The degree, the precision of the closure and the bizarre trend lines on the surface are far beyond the current human cognition of metals.

    Withdrawing his glance around, Chu Yunsheng closed the folder, walked to the metal cabinet, and entered the password following the original memory.

    A microneedle popped up on the surface of the cabinet, Chu Yunsheng raised his finger and pressed it to unlock it with DNA verification.

    The glass cabin is like a crystal coffin, filled with transparent potion, soaking a sleeping human body inside.

    Chu Yunsheng’s eyes froze slightly.

    The dim light shot from behind him, pulled and deformed by the refraction of the water pattern, blurring and distorting the outline of Enron’s closed face.

    The light gray hair swims and floats like algae, the skin is pale and bloodless, the flesh and bones are extremely symmetrical, and the proportion is close to the most perfect human imagination of the human body.

    Conduit after pipe protruded from the head and tail of the glass cabin, connecting all parts of this body, flowing a pitch-black liquid.

    The thickest glass tube went straight to the back of the brain, and a hole the size of the bottom of a bowl was used to spy on the flesh-colored brain that kept squirming inside.

    This is indeed a kind of magic that can be called evil.

    If Chu Yunsheng hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it.

    On the solid and thick glass wall, the basic information and physical condition of the experimental subjects in the glass cabin are scanned.

    Chu Yunsheng noticed a line of red labels in the lower right corner: “The countdown to the end of the recovery of Subject 001, 03:15:22.”

    The test report of Rong Chen’s body shows that Rong Chen’s brain will recover and beat at a fixed time every day. It seems that this time is still at the moment of awakening. Back to silence.

     After staring at the cold and bloodless face soaked in the potion for a few seconds, Chu Yunsheng did not open the glass cabin rashly, but called up the console and began to cancel some experimental operations.

    But he didn’t see it, just as he turned his head and moved his eyes to the console, the red countdown number on the glass cabin display behind him suddenly jumped wildly.

    03:10:11, 02:44:35, 01:58:07…

    00:32:46, 00:10:42…

    00:00:01!

    Chu Yunsheng vaguely sensed something, and suddenly turned around!

    A long, silent hum—

    His eyes plunged into a dark, sticky tide.

    The tide swelled, setting off a huge, silent wave.

    The colic and suffocation of ischemia and hypoxia strike at the same time.

     The fingers clutching the edge of the console twitched wildly, and the pale knuckles protruded, almost piercing the thin flesh and skin on the back of the hand.

    The vision is chaotic, and the complicated and eerie patterns begin to emerge crazily.

    The surrounding scene blurred, and seemed to be gradually receding, becoming illusory and upside-down.

    The dark tide rushed over, Chu Yunsheng took a step back and sat in the large lounge chair.

    As if warning him to move without authorization, there was a sudden sharp pain in his legs.

    He lowered his eyes in a trance, and saw two gray vines with short thorns growing out of evil patterns were tying his ankles, as if leaning against a giant tree, quickly climbing and growing.

    The black suit trousers added a darker layer, and the sweetness of the blood intoxicated the nasal cavity.

    Illusions and distorted shadows hissed in the brain.

    Chu Yunsheng closed his eyes subconsciously and took a deep breath.

    Suddenly.

    He felt a hand on his stiff body.

    That hand was colder than his body, which was instantly covered in physiological cold sweat, and it was clean and damp to the touch, like a piece of sharp bone china that had just come out of water.

    It opened Chu Yunsheng’s tightly clasped fingers one by one, with a vicious madness and impatient excitement.

    “Click!”

    In the psychedelic hiss and the grotesque chaos, a metallic soft sound is particularly real and prominent.

    The waistband is loose and the button is broken.

    Chu Yunsheng’s fingers grabbed a piece of soft algae.

    The muscles of the waist and abdomen and the wide suit fabric were tightened at the same time, the wound was small and cracked, and countless dense blood beads oozing out.

     Violent and shameful all spread jerky, the sweet inner cavity was crushed, and the red and pale quickly entangled into a strange and deformed tree.

    The trunks and branches shuddered wildly from the storm, rustling and blooming sweet and gorgeous flowers.

    Sweet fruity floral fragrance blooms.

    The chaotic light and shadow around Chu Yunsheng gradually stabilized.

    His consciousness was erratic, as if he had come to a dark and closed cave.

    There is a vague outline in the corner of the cave, which is a sleeping bag.

    A head with messy hair stuck out from the edge of the sleeping bag, opened his eyes in confusion, reached out his hand, and groped around. Immediately, the phone screen lit up, illuminating the face.

    It’s Rong Chen.

    Rong Chen is alive.

    “It’s only six.”

      District, do more preparations, I wasted some water yesterday, and I have to refill it…”

    The slender young man got out of the sleeping bag, put on his clothes neatly, and organized his backpack.

    After packing everything up, he took out a shovel and pryed open a few stones that had been moved in front of the hole to block the entrance.

    However, as soon as he took two steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back inexplicably.

    His eyes fell directly on Chu Yunsheng, but his eyes were empty, and he did not capture any images from the darkness.

    “When did I get so suspicious.”

    Rong Chen smiled helplessly, shook his head, and quickly walked out of the cave.

      It broke and turned around, but it didn’t recover.

    He didn’t want to return, so he could only take out his camera and choose to record a video.

    Chu Yunsheng followed behind him.

    He found that Rong Chen was not wandering aimlessly in the mountains, or exploring in pursuit of all novelties, on the contrary, he had a very clear destination.

    One hour, two hours.

    The sun rises high and sets.

    As Rong Chen moved forward, some strange stones began to appear on the mountain road covered with weeds and shrubs.

    Those stones are pitch black and rugged in shape, and the carvings are covered with chaotic patterns, which are very similar to the patterns on the flying vines that Chu Yunsheng just saw. Feeling a sharp cramp and confusion.

    Every time Rong Chen encountered these stones, he would stop, take out a pair of tin foil gloves and put them on, pick them up and observe.

    After observations, he recorded individual stone designs in an old black leather notebook.

    When flipping the notebook, Chu Yunsheng noticed that there were many similar patterns and some distorted words on other papers inside, but they did not seem to be the handwriting of the same person, but were made by many different People write records together.

    Just remembering and walking like this, Rong Chen walked out of this lush forest before dark and came to a windy cliff.

    He chose an open space not far from the cliff, skillfully set up a tent, raised a fire, and after eating and drinking, he extinguished the fire with a great sense of safety, and sprinkled around the tent. A good circle of powder for repelling insects and beasts.

    The night was quiet and the full moon hung high.

    Rong Chen put the self-defense items at hand, stretched, got into the sleeping bag, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

    Chu Yunsheng stopped in front of the tent, and through the narrow gap, he saw the mobile phone screen that was still dark beside Rong Chen’s pillow.

    The center of the screen displayed the time and date, which happened to be the day before Rong Chen’s body was lifted out of the deep mountain cliff. This also means that Rong Chen’s death and the strangeness after death are most likely closely related to this night.

    Looking like she didn’t sleep well enough, Rong Chen muttered something on his lips, turned over and curled up in the sleeping bag on his side.

    As his posture changed, the back of his head with thick hair was also exposed to the light of the phone.

    Although the light was extremely weak, Chu Yunsheng could still see it clearly – it was a circle of slightly convex scars hidden in the hair, the mouth of the bowl was large, piercing the back of the brain – it was not the old **** The traces of the experiment already existed when Rong Chen was still alive.

    Suddenly, a sound came from the night wind.

    Chu Yunsheng’s consciousness left the tent and followed the voice to the edge of the cliff.

    The surroundings were dark, but when he looked down at the bottom of the cliff, the bottom was suddenly bright and clear, like day.

    And in such a bright light, he saw a thin layer of gray fog, and in the fog, one after another human shadow was creeping and wriggling on the ground. The limbs of these shadows are twisted, bizarre like strange trees, ugly like reptiles, from one or two, gradually become dozens, hundreds, they gather together, climb towards the cliff, densely packed.

    Chu Yunsheng couldn’t see their faces, but he could feel their gaze.

    Focus, piety, madness, fanaticism.

    Like ants chasing the gods.

    When Chu Yunsheng subconsciously raised this metaphor in his heart, his mind was suddenly empty, and everything around him was broken and hazy.

    The familiar feeling of waking up from a nightmare invaded the brain, Chu Yunsheng’s fingers suddenly tightened, and his eyes suddenly opened.

    “Hoo-hoo-!”

    It’s business as usual.

    It was just a dream.

      A brain’s information dream.

    This is an extremely important experimental project in the first research institute that defines the brain as an unknowable five-dimensional life.

    However, this is a dream, not a dream.

    Chu Yunsheng looked at his figure on the glass wall.

    The trousers are intact, but if you lift the trouser legs, you will find that the cloth-covered flesh is covered with finely healed stab wounds.

    He looked up and fell on the red lips of the person in the cabin.

    Two minutes later, Chu Yunsheng said lightly: “Next time, remember to wipe it clean.”

    Speaking, he straightened up, and his warm fingers brushed the top edge of the glass cabin.

    There is a wet slime residue there.