Pokémon: Snow Moon Peak

The man in the white coat had no expression on his face, shook the needle, and looked at the light for a while.

then.

The needle punctured the skin of Riolu's arm, and the medicine was slowly transported in along the blood vessels.

The nightmare begins.

The heartbreaking screams of terror almost penetrated the eardrums of everyone present.

A bloody tear fell on the ground.

The hair all over Riolu's body stood up straight. He covered his face, but he couldn't stop his body from getting bigger. He looked like a terrifying monster. The chains that tied him were not tight, so the muscles all over his body seemed to be expanding all the time...

After an unknown amount of time, it was almost impossible to tell what kind of elf it was.

Time seems to be suspended.

All the trapped Pokémon were silent and stared straight at the poor Riolu.

One Lulili couldn't hold it back and cried out - she looked like she had just been born - but immediately, she tried hard to stop sobbing, for fear of attracting the attention of these white coats.

I think everyone who saw it will never forget this scene.

Only the elf next to me, a Nidoking, remained calm-faced.

"The name of this organization is the Shadow Army, which specializes in purchasing pure wild Pokémon from Pokémon hunters at high prices for use in various human experiments." Nidoking said in a low voice that only I could hear.

"No. This kind of experiment using living Pokémon has been done more than once or twice. And if you are caught, you can't escape. If you fall into the hands of such a person, you can only blame your bad luck."

Nidoking glanced across the experimental table, then closed his eyes.

When Riolu was forcibly pulled onto the experimental table, he didn't even tremble his eyelids. He looked on coldly, showing no fear at all.

His reaction made me feel uncomfortable.

How could a normal person be so calm?

Do you have to have seen the death of many elders and the death of younger generations on this small experimental platform to become so accustomed to it that your expression does not change?

The experimenter in a white coat watched from beginning to end without blinking his eyes.

After Riolu stopped responding, the white coat glanced at us.

That look was so cold.

No fear, no emotion, just ease.

I shrank back and felt a chill on my back.

Looking over again, the man in the white coat had turned back, gestured to the men next to him, and ordered the experimental table to be cleaned.

Riolu didn't know what painful process he had gone through, so he closed his eyes tightly.

The hair also fell all over the floor.

No words were spoken during the whole process, but the facial expression of the white coat was extremely terrifying, like a silent horror movie.

So much so that when I see this face again in the future, I still feel a lingering fear.

I want to escape.

This thought immediately flashed through my mind.

The cage that holds me is a wooden one, it should be easy to break. I calculated it in my mind.

Although I resent being treated as a fool, I would be happy to be locked up in a wooden cage instead of an iron one.

The car stopped, and all the people in white coats got out of the front of the car, as if they were talking to people outside the car.

good chance.

I only heard a click, and the wooden cage was easily broken by me.

I didn't expect it to be so easy. I jumped out without making any more noise.

But the other elves... I looked back, and I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable thinking about what they would have to go through next.

Oh, I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do to help.

The door was unlocked, so I opened it gently, turned over, and fell into a bush.