the lamb that destroyed the altar

Why?In fact, Mu Ling himself didn't know, maybe it was because of the desire to survive in this man's eyes, or something else.But what's the point of saying this, anyway, it's not certain whether he can live to the end!

Mu Ling didn't answer, but walked out straight away.

The moment the man stepped out, the door closed automatically, and Eleven saw the figure of the man was blocked by the quickly closed door.

Eleven, with complex eyes, still turned his head sideways, looking in the direction of the door. He has gotten used to it a lot because his body is immersed in pain all the time, at least not as difficult as it was at first.

Obviously it was this man who pushed those medicines into his body without hesitation, even he himself thought that he would not be able to survive, but the pain every time he woke up told him that he was still alive.

No matter why this man spared his life, he would kill him himself.The man closed his eyes.

Back in her room, Mu Ling leaned tiredly on the white sofa, reaching out to rub her temples.

The room is as simple as the research room, the spacious room is so cold and lifeless, the whole room is glaring white except for the silver table.If others saw it, they might be too depressed to stay for a moment, and Mu Ling has lived in this room for several years.

For him, this is just a place to live, as long as it is clean.

There are too many things in his mind, and he also needs to suppress himself.Those materials are safest only in his own mind.

Apart from her own memory, Mu Ling couldn't trust anything. Everywhere in this institute was monitored, and there was no private space.Or, sometimes, even my own memory is unreliable.

Mu Ling is glad that her mental power has always been very strong, and she is not yet a capable person.Otherwise, I am afraid that he is now the same as those researchers who only know about experiments.Although in their eyes, he is also a machine that only knows about experiments.

As he walked towards the bathroom, Mu Ling took off his mask, and his handsome face made someone in front of the surveillance catch his breath.One by one, they unbuttoned, took off their clothes and threw them aside, not caring if someone saw something at the other end of the surveillance.

He has long been used to it, and the bathroom is also monitored, which is no different from the outside.

Lying relaxed in the bathtub full of warm water, the bathroom is the only place Mu Ling is satisfied with.

In the central monitoring room on the bottom floor, there was indeed a man in black casual clothes sitting on a white armchair, staring intently at the person lying leisurely in the bathtub in the monitoring.The high-definition surveillance allowed him to see clearly, whether it was Mu Ling's slightly frowned brows or his relaxed muscles.Even though she was just a civil servant, Mu Ling wasn't as skinny as the others, instead she looked skinny when she was dressed and undressed.

The man with short red hair leaned lazily on the back of the chair, the corners of his mouth curled up in an evil way, and his slender fingers rubbed his blood-colored lips, "Little Ling'er, you are really a baby..."

Seriously staring at Mu Ling on the screen, the man ignored his swelling somewhere, but it was a pity that little Ling'er was too cold.

The generous Mu Ling left the bathroom in a bathrobe, completely unaware that she was being spied on.But if he knew, he wouldn't react in any way given his personality. After living here for so long, he no longer has such a sense of shame.