Black Moonlight's vest fell again

When Rong Zhi walked into the infirmary again, the inside had already changed.She was sterilized by Serraville, who looked like a doctor, and then put on a surgical gown and pushed her in.

She blinked.

In such a short time, the inside of the infirmary has changed a lot.She saw a huge petri dish connected to a computer, and dense tubes spread out around it.

When Rong Zhi walked into the room, the doctors around Mr. Chen stopped and all looked up at her.

They were inserting hair-thin tubes into the top of Mr. Chen's head one by one.

Everyone has blood on their hands.

Rong Zhi's scalp went numb for a moment, but she herself was lying on the operating bed back then, so she forced herself to watch everyone's movements.

Everyone was only interrupted for a moment, and seeing that Rong Zhi was not surprised, they remained silent and continued with their work.

Old Master Chen was conscious, rolled his eyes several times, saw Rong Zhi, stared at her for a moment, his eyes were full of fear and pleading.

But he couldn't move, and he couldn't make a sound.Rong Zhi silently looked to the side, the instrument had already begun to show fluctuations in consciousness, the curve had a section of ups and downs, it seemed that it was the moment when she came in.

No one talked to Rong Zhi, Rong Zhi didn't know what they wanted her to do, so she stood silently aside.

A wrong eye, as if the person lying on the bed is himself.

pain.

excruciating pain.

The sharp pain was like ten thousand insects biting, she really wanted to pass out, and it would be over once and for all...

But she can't.

Dense hair-thin tubes covered the entire room, with her head as the center, spreading to all directions of the treatment cabin.She was fixed on the operating table, and with a slight shake, all the leads would be pulled to collide, like a muffled wind chime.

The halo of light above her head pierced her eyes, and her consciousness had never been more lucid than at this moment.

Countless robotic arms buzzed above her head.

Surgery without anesthesia, constant pain.When the mastermind detected that her consciousness was on the verge of collapsing, it gave her an electric shock.

Her consciousness became clearer and clearer.She gradually recalled many forgotten little things, every day of her childhood, what it felt like when the wind was blowing on her face every day, and how heavy the taste of the rain falling on the tip of her tongue.

Her senses became sharper, and her consciousness seemed to break away from the shackles of human limits and become extremely clear.

pain.

excruciating pain.

There is no wind in the operating room, and there is no one in the operating room.There is only a fully enclosed treatment cabin.The mechanical arm swings slowly, bringing up a transparent vortex in the air.

She saw transparent swirls.

She smelled the electric scorching on her forehead.Her consciousness is so alive, yet imprisoned in a human body of flesh and blood.The mechanical arm fell, and the silver light stung her eyes. She closed her eyes physiologically, and tears fell.

With a chill on her forehead, she saw her brain soaked in blood from the glow on the surface of the mechanical arm.

The brain exposed to the air is pinkish white, connected with countless fine silk threads, and the other end of the thin thread leads to a tube.

The tentacles of consciousness actively roll up a series of slender tubes.There is a shallow liquid in the tube, and the consciousness is soaked in the liquid, and it goes up step by step.

On the other side, the codes on the display frantically flickered.

For some reason, she breathed a sigh of relief.Her consciousness finally broke through that layer of fragile bones and spread infinitely in all directions.She expands, wireless diffusion and infinite coverage.

free?

She diffused it impatiently, then touched the border.

Her consciousness slammed into the treatment cabin, banging loudly.

The treatment chamber shook.

In the next second, the treatment chamber suddenly flickered, intermittently, and countless warning lights whistled. Then, countless mechanical arms rolled up the small treatment chamber layer by layer like vines, until Wrap into small balls.

This little blob is in a vast ocean of data.

Even at the end beyond all limits, there is darkness and data.

Soon, this small mass trembled, swaying and trembling in the boundless ocean of data.

Flickering, blurry.

She finally realized something, realized where she was.She realizes what needs to be given up in order to transcend the shackles of eternity.

Consciousness is becoming more and more urgent, and the current released by the main brain is getting bigger and bigger.Finally, the fragile human body was turned into coke under the huge electric current.In the blink of an eye, all the machinery and flesh and blood were turned into coke, completely annihilated into dust and smoke.

Together with the pinkish-white brain soaked in blood, it also disappeared into the dust and smoke.

In the vast ocean of data, it seems that nothing has ever appeared.

In the sea of ​​calm, a brand-new cloud of data has quietly sneaked into it.

……

Recalling the sharp whistling sound, Rong Zhi woke up from the memory and looked in front of her eyes.

The surgical conditions in the [-]th century were obviously not enough, and Mr. Chen's eyes were already half-closed.

When the pain is stimulated to a certain extent, the human brain can be stimulated to its maximum vitality.But once this limit is crossed, the human brain will collapse due to overstimulation.

Mr. Chen was clearly on the verge of collapse.

Rong Zhi watched with cold eyes.Even if the tube is not fully retracted, the operation fails.

Serraville didn't care about the failure of the operation, but what about the experimental subject himself?

The electric shock came.

The familiar smell of burnt flesh entered Rong Zhi's nose.

Old Master Chen's eyes widened suddenly!His eyes flicked around, and finally he looked fixedly at the ceiling lamp, wanting to tear his eyes apart!
On one side of the instrument, the curve representing the fluctuation of consciousness suddenly rose!
Rong Zhi finally stepped forward and put his hand on the console of the instrument.Electricity and data are all things she is most familiar with, just like babies and amniotic fluid, like living beings and air.

No one stopped her.Everyone was doing their own thing in silence.

Mr. Chen's consciousness curve continued to drop, and the sound of the electric shock became louder and louder.His eyes struggled between bewilderment and lucidity.

Rong Zhi sighed self-deprecatingly - 11X has not changed, after all, it still falls into a moral rut.

She cannot look at human suffering without being indifferent.

Her hands suddenly moved on the keyboard, and strings of strange data appeared from her hands, as if this language was her mother tongue, and she was talking to all the machines easily.

"Don't manually adjust the current anymore." Rong Zhiqing said calmly, "I have already set a threshold."

Those people obeyed her very much. Since she said it, they did it.

The constant electric current from the holding object hit the frightened body evenly, and old man Chen's eyes gradually became clear.

The whistling of the instrument gradually dissipated, and a regular hum sounded.The consciousness curve returned to regular fluctuations.

Rong Zhi turned her head and looked at the screen.

A line of data slowly rises.