Inhibition Marking Committee

What is the soul?

This torture seems to be very mysterious, there is no way to find a solution.

But if the real body and the unpredictable soul are compared to iron filings and a magnetic field, everything will have a reasonable way of explanation.

The soul drives the body, just as a magnetic field attracts iron filings.If the soul does not function, the body will remain still.

Studies have shown that the spirit is the virtual vibration of vacuum energy, and the soul is the response of the "vibration" in time and the world.

Fang Weixing supported and developed the theory, extending it to the field of "separation of soul and body".

No matter how many colleagues and industry questioned his seemingly nonsense research 30 years ago, he finally succeeded, using himself as the first experimental product, and obtained perfect experimental results.

Fang Weixing, or Fang Ru, stood on the protruding stand, looking down contemptuously.

Let the flesh/body continue to be damaged, the soul is affected by the flesh/body and shakes, gradually there is a gap between the fit body, the adhesion is lost, and finally the damage is separated, leaving a pure body.

Its process seems to be the same as "death", but there are huge differences.

The difference is that the soul and body after death still have a subtle and inseparable connection, and what is obtained after "vibration and separation" is a clean body without impurities.

Fang Ru has sympathy for "death", but holds an absolutely rational view of "shock stripping".

This is his second experiment, which has long-term and important significance to the world, to human beings, and to the ABO worldview.

He is so convinced.

The big copper bell hanging in the open-air arena struck three times, boom-boom-boom.

The hot weather forced up the strong smell of blood from below, soaring straight into the sky.The people who heard the bell sounded as if they were blasted by the death knell of death, setting off a new round of fighting.

The air is boiling and hot, the skin is so dry and rotten, the sweat is running dry, the blood is splashed to cool down, stepping on other people's corpses, no one dares to relax, because the next second Huan Xiubai will wring out your spine may be you.

There are only 15 minutes left before the end, and there are 52 people left on the field.

The reason why he can report the number of people so accurately is because he has been counting in his heart.

Fifty... 47... 36...

22...fifteen...eight, seven...

four...two...

He pinched the neck of the last person numbly and threw it on the ground.

One.

The last bell rang, and he, as the last of 1000 people on the field, survived again today.

He used to be sweating profusely, and all evaporated under the baking heat, and the suddenly relaxed lungs sucked in air rapidly, and he gasped like a broken bellows, hoo, hoo, ha, ha, panting.

——You are great, Ah Huan, I praise you.

Huan Xiubai heard this sincere praise in a trance, and a trace of tenderness appeared on his face splattered with the blood that others killed.

I survived, today.

He leaned on the wall and walked towards the door. Every time he took a step, the broken leg bones made noisy, crackling, crackling noises, which made him very upset.

The door opened for him only twice a day, and he was used to walking in the dark without groping.On the first day of his arrival, he suffered a lot because he was groping around to determine the environment, and the flesh scraped off his heel has not yet grown back.

If Xi Mo knew about it, he would definitely be angry again.

He thought back to their quarrel in the bathroom, and felt a long-lost vitality injecting into his tattered body.

Gasping in fits and starts, he made his way to the end of the corridor, where his bare toes touched a piece of fabric, and he felt a surge of mournful relief—his rest was here, the day was over.

There was a washbasin stuck to the wall. He touched its cold and smooth surface, turned on the tap, rinsed his hands clean, and then dried his fingertips with a blanket. To ensure that the feeling was not wrong, he usually wiped it three times and waited for another 5 minutes .

After his hands were clean and dry, he nestled into the corner of the wall, knelt down facing the corner, bent his waist, and pressed his fingers on the roots of his thighs.

There was no blood, it was clean.

Go deeper to make sure, fortunately, there is no sign.

He heaved a sigh of relief, resting his forehead against the wall, slowly breathing.

This strange behavior is also a last resort. Without medical conditions, I experience a lot of strenuous exercise and body trauma every day. The only way to determine the status of the fertilized egg is this.

Is the most stupid way, but also the most intuitive.If it bleeds, it means...

Will not.

He immediately denied it in his heart.

Today, he was hit twice in the hipbone, and was accidentally hit by the shock wave of a certain supernatural person's self-explosion. He flew into the wall and fell down. Ambush until the end of the game fight.

This is his and Sim Mohui's child, he must have the best genes, and he won't be easily injured by his mother's "little" actions.

"It's time to eat."

Hearing these four words, he trembled convulsively, and even the damaged bones all over his body rattled.

Huan Xiubai was dragged towards the table by an invisible force, and was pushed down on the chair. He couldn't see anything, and his undamaged sense of smell told him that there was a bowl of "food" in front of him.

"Eat it." The mastermind's voice floated in the space.

Huan Xiubai slowly stretched out his hand forward and touched the edge of the basin. Even though all the consciousness in his body was screaming and resisting, he still resisted instinct, using the palm of his hand as a spoon, dug a palm in the basin, and brought it to his mouth , stuffed it in whole, chewing and swallowing.

The mastermind is like a person who announces condolences in a crematorium, reading the life of "food" in a serious and serious tone: "What you ate today was the last prey you killed. You pulled out his throat and cut off the main artery. , the spouting blood flow rate reaches 50cm per second, which is 0.3 seconds faster than when you attacked with the same trick three days ago."

Huan Xiubai's intestines and stomach twisted and twisted, fresh dead bodies slid into his stomach, slippery/greasy and smelly, the guilt and nausea of ​​human cannibalism about to destroy his will.

"This man's name is Cole. He is the strongest person present besides you, so you save him for last. He has a strong sense of survival, lives in the world [45], is a beta, has three children, and the youngest daughter is very Cute, so I added her to your menu today."

Huan Xiubai stood up, pushed the table away and rushed to the sink to vomit loudly.

"What? Frozen offal doesn't taste good?"

Huan Xiubai washed his hands with water repeatedly, as if this could wash away the girl's wronged soul.

"You killed her father, didn't you?"

Huan Xiubai sat back in front of the table in silence, he felt his consciousness began to withdraw, the voice of the main brain was far away from him, erratic, like tangled tapes, the vocal cords were distorted and deformed.

"Do you still remember the 'food' you ate? Report the number to me. It's still the old rule, if you make a wrong name, kill one more."

Huan Xiubai pinched his own broken leg bones, forced himself to wake up, and turned his blindfolded eyes aimlessly to the gray wall, as if using it as a projection board. Human faces were reflected in his mind. The name and the method of death are written next to each face.

"Xu Yang, male A, with both eyes."

"Umonsky, male O, lungs."

"Adolf, female B, femoral artery."

……

"Cole, male B, throat."

For seven days, seven men, he killed them in the arena, and their mortal wounds were cut off and fed back to him.

But he must eat.Whether it was a corpse, a living person, or a murder, he needed to live, and he and his children needed protein and nutrients to cope with tomorrow's new round of massacres. He had no choice.

Huan Xiubai finished eating the rest of the food in the basin, resisted not to spit it out, forced them to be pressed into his stomach, digested and transformed, merged into his blood, and provided him with the energy to continue fighting.

He turned around, and in the dim field of vision, the seven lives he had carried stood behind him, with tears of blood streaming from his eyes that could not rest in peace.

"I'm sorry." He twitched the corner of his mouth miserably, and said to the hallucination.

Humans are selfish and ugly.

You don't deserve to die, but if only one survives—

It can only be me.

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感谢在2019-11-1909:58:00~2019-11-2000:28:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: 31291719, chirp complex chirp, 1 sweet wine jam;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Du Youyu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!