Inhibition Marking Committee

April 4

I didn't see the chief again for four days, he disappeared.The strange thing is that he didn't inform the lower level to drive away the suspicious person like me.

I stayed at the headquarters and continued to observe the surrounding area.

What is hell on earth?This is hell on earth.Every day here, rescued alpha infection dies.Ironically, new lives are constantly being born.

Sometimes, a pregnant alpha man who had just given birth fell asleep next to a corpse that had not yet been collected.

I passed by the medical area and saw the pregnant woman bit off the umbilical cord, roughly smeared herself with disinfectant, and lay beside the newborn gasping for breath. between the thin limbs.

Weird sense of dislocation.

The four senior members of the organization came over to take a look, and discussed the fate of the newborn.The baby is a female omega, keeping her is not in line with the purpose of the revolution/army, nor can it afford to raise extra children, and throwing her away is not moral.

So the four of them stood beside the dying pregnant man and decided the baby's fate in a few words: wrap her in clothes and throw her to the Omega shelter three hundred kilometers away as soon as possible.

They gave me the task because I am a woman, and although I have short hair, I am still a "relatively soft" woman.

Big mistake.I have nothing to do with the word "soft".

I thought about it, but I still didn't point out their mistakes, because the poor situation of most female alphas in this world caused their ignorance.

Holding a baby that was less than a day old, and walking through the scorched desert, I used a little magic to make the omegas in the shelter think I was a homeless O who was persecuted by A, and warmly received me.

Seems to be going well, doesn't it?

They took me on a tour of the "garden" nursery and proudly assured that every omega would thrive here because the shelter has a lot of back-up resources.

Backup resources?I can probably guess what that is.

Sure enough, they took me to "visit" the resource library, which confirmed my guess.

- Alpha of five warehouses.

From the bars outside, we can see that they are old, young, and young, with newborn babies in their arms. Most of them are shivering and huddling together, and they are more humble than the livestock waiting to be slaughtered in the market.

They are all babies, same people have different fates.

"So, how to use it specifically?" I asked the person in charge.

"For the elderly, children or pregnant women in the 'Garden' nursery, we can take the matching alpha at any time for blood exchange or transplantation. It is completely self-sufficient, so you don't have to worry."

I really have nothing to worry about.This is not the world under my family's name, and it has nothing to do with me.

My mentality was once severely criticized by the old man as "indifferent".

Back at the camp, I learned that the pregnant woman died of a sudden hemorrhage and was now loaded into a corpse truck and taken to a garbage dump for burial.

A death I missed.

tedious.

April 5

Today, I learned that the leader was on a secret mission, so he disappeared for a long time.

But I haven't paid much attention to him. Compared to him, it's more interesting to observe the suffering of the alphas in the camp.

At night, he returned with the pioneer team through the wind and dust.The warehouse door as high as the ceiling opened, and some voices rang out from the lifeless place. Everyone, no matter whether they were sitting or paralyzed, tried their best to stand up, and sent their eyes to the direction where the leader came.

For the first time, I saw light in these alpha eyes.

Perhaps in despair, having faith is a happy thing.

It's a pity that no one cares who is behind the mask of the long-faced ghost. As long as this person makes a promise and tries his best to fulfill it, the goal of the followers will be achieved.

That's why I'm bored.

I want to inherit the immeasurable world when I am an adult. There is only one requirement, that all beings in the world declare my name.But the old man judged that I was not fit to manage the world because of this, and threatened to deprive me of my inheritance.

Xi's offspring are weak, and it is even more difficult to conceive after becoming a god. It took me a few decades to get my son, and depriving me of my inheritance is just smoke/mist/bomb, and it is true to question my ability.

As a god, it is really meaningless to me to hide my identity and live as a symbol.

Within the Alpha Revolutionary Army, the leader who acts as a "god" must also abide by this "rule".Although I was not surprised, I was vaguely displeased.

Just a rebel leader, and the concept of "God" is too far away.

I want to take off his mask in public and see his reaction.

When thinking this way, the leader happened to pass by me, his eyes stayed here for a second, and then he turned to condolences to other low-level personnel.

I almost laughed out loud.

I don't need to read his mind, I also know that the leader is restraining my attraction to him.

Observe carefully, he speaks in a slightly tighter tone, his voice is two degrees hoarse than before, when he holds someone else's hand, the tip of his little finger trembles, then the trend of his steps slows down, and then returns to normal, with long legs Step forward and walk towards the secret interior of the camp.

I pushed aside the dense crowd, chased his figure into the wall, and followed him quietly to the ground.

In order not to be discovered, I cast an invisibility spell, walked into the bedroom first, pulled the only chair and sat down, waiting for him.

The leader opened the door cautiously, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual in the room, he carefully locked the multi-layer combination lock.

The moment the light came on, there was a heavy muffled sound hitting the ground.The man collapsed in front of me, the mask fell at my feet, momentarily unconscious.

I picked up the mask with great interest, flipped inside, and there was a pool of coagulated blood next to my lips.Obviously, he had secretly swallowed blood under the mask for a long time, but because he didn't dare to spit it out in front of everyone, it caused panic.

I sat firmly and watched him panting hard on the concrete floor, like a broken bellows, blowing air everywhere.

He tried to support the camp bed to get up, and slowly moved himself onto the bed. When he bent down to grab the medicine box from under the bed, the face I thought was handsome was almost contorted with pain.

But it was strange, as if his tongue had been cut off, even though he knew "no one" was around, he refused to let out a little cry of pain.

The old man often lectured me, criticizing me for not having the benevolence of a "god" and not knowing the sufferings of the world.

It's not that I don't know, I just don't care.

In this way, I will take the leader as the target, and properly——

observe.

April 5

It's past midnight now, and out of rigor, I'll divide this matter into two days.

The leader uncovered the military coat, and there was only a thin vest inside, and the body under the vest was wrapped in thick bandages.The front chest looked okay, but when he turned around, his back was a mess.

I don't know how many and deep wounds can stain the entire back red.Through multiple layers of gauze, the blood still couldn't stop, so much that it dripped out along the edge of the gauze.

But my focus is not on the wound, but on the old scar on his abdomen.

Across the abdomen, curved, with irregular edges, probably due to lack of care, an unsightly growth grew where it was cut.The traces of mending with thick thread are very heavy, and it can be vaguely seen that this wound is superimposed by two cuts.

I have some ideas that need to be verified.

About the leader's past, I have heard and seen.As the third batch of alpha fertility backup resources, they have lived in the farm since birth.Since childhood, he has a ferocious temperament, unwilling to resign himself to fate, and in his early ten years, he has done things that alphas of dozens of years would never dream of doing. He planned to escape from the breeding center three times, although all failed.

For the last time, this little alpha took out the tube in the esophagus secretly, and sharpened it day after day while the administrator was not paying attention.One day, when a big man came to inspect the "results", he pierced his eyeballs in one fell swoop.Therefore, the leader took advantage of the chaos and led all the little A's in the farm to escape.

Unfortunately, the results of that feat back then were not satisfactory.In the end, only he survived.

Afterwards, he wandered around and gradually gathered a group of alphas to rescue the A's who were persecuted in captivity. Counting to this day, it has been six years.

If the rumors are true, then the leader is only ten years old this year.

Same age as me.

Out of sheer curiosity, as empathy was largely absent from me, I got up and walked over to the bed.He couldn't see me, so he didn't know how I looked down at him.

There is a shortage of supplies in the camp, and it is difficult to obtain medical drugs under the siege of omega forces.The bottle of alcohol in his hand may also be a special offering from the leader.

The bandage was precious, and he didn't want to throw it away to waste, so he gritted his teeth and peeled it off one by one, brushing aside the scrapped piece that was stained with blood and leaving the usable piece behind.When the last layer was removed, the skin and flesh were too tight, causing him to tremble in pain, bead-sized beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and even the scar on his abdomen twisted and convulsed.

Too reckless.

He bit off the cork of the alcohol bottle, dipped some gauze on it, and stuck it on his back.I couldn't see the wound from where I was standing, and it must have been serious, possibly fatal.Especially with such a reckless self-rescue, it is easier to die of infection than blood loss.

But my task is to observe. I just need to stand here and watch the pain that man A is going through in a small world with my eyes, instead of meddling in and messing up his life trajectory.

To my surprise, he treated the wound very quickly and repacked it very steadily.

If you think about it carefully, such proficiency must have been accumulated through hundreds of experiences.Maybe in others, more likely in yourself.

When he did all this, his expression was blank as if it had nothing to do with him.The surrounding bloody smell is very strong, and the airtight underground cannot escape, making it more difficult for people to breathe.He also started having trouble breathing.

The leader leaned against the bed, took a breath, lowered himself once, and intermittently looked for painkillers in the medicine box.

He found a bottle of medicine, opened his eyes wide, and took a closer look at the separate label on it.I also leaned over it curiously, it was a crooked stick figure, roughly the purpose of the medicine.

The medicine bottle was clearly filled with written instructions, but the leader turned a blind eye to it, holding the picture label and studying it with a frown.

Only then did I realize that this man A is illiterate.

I should have thought it funny that the person who could command a counter-revolutionary/revolutionary/army turned out to be illiterate.But I couldn't laugh. Instead, I felt sad and pitiful for him.

That's right, the livestock that are destined to be used and developed for life in the farm do not need any education.

They don't need to understand the stickers pasted on their fences, and they don't need to know their names. It's better to have an empty mind and understand the simple commands of giving birth to milking and eating, and that's enough.

"It seems to be this..." Alpha, who was still a teenager, murmured, as if trying to convince himself.

I could understand the instructions of the medicine and knew that it was indeed a painkiller, so I let him swallow two pills.

After taking the medicine, he lay on his side facing the wall, silent.

I also returned to the chair and sat bored.When a performance is over, I feel a little inexplicably lost.

After surviving the hemorrhage, the most frightening thing about the injury was the complication. The leader couldn't avoid it. As expected, he began to tremble, caught cold, alternately hot and cold, and lost temperature in his limbs.

I thought he would hum to some extent, but after waiting for a long time, there was still no sound except for the heavier and heavier breathing.

It's no wonder that pain should be commonplace for him, and he should be used to it.

Even if he died today, tomorrow morning his men will come to collect the corpse, pick up the plastic mask and put it on, the ghost with the long face will still be "alive" in another way.

No one cares about his dead "kernel". Maybe, like the pregnant man, it will be put into a black plastic bag and thrown into a corpse truck, and buried in a random place in the desert.

The leader suddenly sat up from the bed, grabbed the water on the small table in pain, and took a hard gulp.He drank so much that he choked himself, coughed twice, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand indiscriminately, covered his stomach and lay down again, shrinking into a ball of skinny shrimp.

His breathing was heavy.

I watched him in the dark, and he didn't know.

After a while, the painkillers couldn't suppress the double pain of mental and physical.

He seemed to be suffering from hysteria, with a high fever, and woke up from a nightmare in a panic. He retreated to the foot of the bed, ignoring the wound on his back, and leaned against the wall, just to hug his legs as much as possible and block his abdomen.

His head was buried between his knees, and he murmured hoarsely as if unable to breathe: "God...help me..."

I suddenly changed my mind, snapped my fingers to remove the invisibility spell, and stood up from the chair.

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I really like Sasha's Xi Mama hahahaha.Ma Ma, you are an 18-year-old girl yourself, why are you complaining about others, hahaha

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Happy New Year everyone, thank you for spending the New Year with Cod.I have to pay more attention to my body recently!Dr. Xi reminds you to wear a mask and wash your hands frequently.

Zha Lang has the post-event pictures of Chapter 162 of The Widow, if you are interested, you are welcome to go to the fairy godmother.

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感谢在2020-01-2209:30:32~2020-01-2600:40:46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 threw the landmines: Chenxue hangs around, meatballs are very happy, do not leave a name for everything, barbecue No. 2, sweet wine and fruit milk sauce 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 35 bottles of meatballs are very happy; 14 bottles of Yu's; 5 bottles of Xiyuan; 1 bottle of blackberry citrus;

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