Myth resurrection, I became the villain boss

Chapter 98 Meeting Across Time and Space

"Click—" The door was opened.

There are no windows in the room, no outside light can penetrate, no light is turned on, it is pitch black, and the only source of light is the door that Ximian opened.

Feng Mian walked into the room, and his eyes quickly adapted to the darkness. Thanks to the power improvement, even in the dark, his vision is not affected at all, and his vision is the same as during the day.

This room seems to be much larger than the others.

He saw a little boy sitting in front of the table, about six or seven years old. The boy squinted his eyes the moment the door was opened, as if he was not used to the sudden brightness.

The boy looked up and looked towards the door.

Feng Mian was stunned for a moment, his footsteps stopped in place, his eyes widened instantly, his mouth grew unconsciously, and a cold breath spread across his back.

Was he "polluted"?
If not...then why is he here...seeing himself!
To be precise, it was my young self.

The boy sitting at the table had the same face as he had when he was young.

Even the small scar on the right eyelid is exactly the same, Feng Mian remembers that it was accidentally injured when he was sharpening a pencil when he was a child.

Even if he wanted to lie to himself that maybe two people look more alike, he still can't do it. There are no two identical leaves in the world, no matter how similar they are, they can't be exactly the same.

The boy was also looking back at Feng Mian.

Feng Mian only felt that his whole body was frozen into ice, so stiff that he couldn't take a step at all.

His childhood memories did not include the weird experience of waiting in a dark room to have his blood drawn. Even though his life was boring, his childhood was still sunny and happy.

How could this child trapped in a cage be himself?
Is this a symptom of being "polluted"?Will you see yourself as a child?

There was a kind of person living in this room, Zheng Ming didn't seem to have told him yet.

There are a total of more than thirty rooms on the eighteenth floor. Most of the experimental subjects living in it seem to be children, and there are also a few adults.

What about this room?Are adults or children staying?

He opened his mouth: "You..."

The boy interrupted him: "Are you a new researcher? Never seen you before."

Feng Mian's throat was stuck, he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Even the voice is exactly the same as when he was a child, it is impossible for him to recognize his own voice.

The boy continued on his own, "You seem to look a bit like me. If I can live to grow up to your age, I will probably be like this."

His face is fair and delicate, his eyes are like a pool of deep springs, faint and bottomless, not calm like a child.

It took Feng Mian a long time to recover her voice: "You... how did you get your eye injury?"

Only then did the boy notice that the man in front of him had the same scars on his eyes, and he replied flatly, "I was beaten."

Feng Mian pursed her lips: "You...what's your name?"

The boy raised his head and gave him a strange look: "Number Seven."

"No." Feng Mian reorganized his language, "I'm asking you what was your name before you came here?"

The boy thought for a while: "Bastard? Garbage? Get lost?"

He looked away indifferently: "It's probably called these."

Feng Mian's words were blocked, he had countless questions that were about to suffocate him to death.

It's really a boy who lives here instead of being "polluted" himself, so is it wrong?
If not, then why is this boy exactly the same as when he was a child?
If so, then what exactly lived here that would make me have such hallucinations?
The boy saw his complexion: "Are you curious? Curious that I look like you?"

Feng Mian immediately asked: "Aren't you curious? Or do you know something?"

Unknowingly, the calmness shown by this boy made him involuntarily treat him as an adult.

"Not curious." The boy shook his head, "It has nothing to do with me."

"All the secrets and questions in the world are of no value to a man whose every tomorrow may be death."

He speaks old-fashioned, and Feng Mian can easily forget that he is only a child of six or seven years old.

But his words woke him up instantly, yes, this is just a fragmented world behind a gap.

As Xu Xingyi and Chen Wu also said, whether this kind of fragments are time-space fragments or memory fragments, they are equivalent to a movie, which will circulate forever and develop in a fixed way.

All this is fake, I am just a spectator, so what does all this have to do with me?

But the real reality is about to face the doomsday, anyone can die at any time, why should he worry about a movie?

They looked at each other, as if it was a meeting across time and space, one big and one small, and the sleeping ones looked at each other.

Feng Mian took a deep look at the boy in front of him, then turned and walked out of the room.

The moment the door was closed, the boy's face was also blocked behind the door.

He came to the door of another room again.

number eight.

He turned the handle, but he couldn't move the door.

Feng Mian frowned, why is the door of Room No. [-] locked?
"What are you doing?" A voice from behind interrupted his attempt to force the door open.

He turned around, and behind him stood an old professor with a goatee.

The old professor glanced at him: "Come to collect blood?"

"Yes." Feng Mian replied, "Sister Lin asked me to collect blood."

The old professor stroked his beard: "Number seven and eight don't need blood collection, they are not in stable condition, we will talk about it later, and number eight is very dangerous now, Professor Xu locked the door."

Feng Mian thinks that the exit of the rift is likely to be in Room [-] or [-]: "Okay, I see, is the key also at Professor Xu's? I'm afraid that next time Sister Lin asks me to come back, I will be delayed if I can't find the key." time."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "I'm new here. Sister Lin is just short of manpower, so she asked me to help with errands."

The old professor shook his head: "The key is at Xiaoye's place, that's the little researcher under Linzi. You can just ask him for the key when you collect blood."

"Okay, thank you." Feng Mian thanked politely.

Back in the laboratory, Feng Mian glanced at the busy people inside.

Leaflet?It seems that no one has ever heard this name before, and I don't know which one it is. I'll ask Zheng Ming when he wakes up.

After making up his mind, Feng Mian sat on a chair in the corner, waiting for Zheng Ming to wake up and change shift.

"Success! Success!" An old professor with gray hair stood up abruptly, and the chair was brought by him with a loud noise.

Several people nearby also gathered around: "Is it done? What's the date!"

The old professor blushed with excitement: "The experiments of No. [-] and No. [-] have been successfully fused!"

(End of this chapter)