Merit Book·Xinghai

Mo Gui and Lin Lai had already passed the initial panic, and after realizing that Rong Yuan didn't seem to be interested in them, the two quickly recovered their initial composure, and even took two steps forward quietly, looking into the jar people.

Lin Lai found that he might have been intimidated by those strange-looking people and their appearance before, but he didn't notice that there are actually many people who look normal here.

For example, the person in the jar in front of Rong Yuan is extremely similar in appearance and age, if it wasn't for this person's skin as white as paper, he would probably be more like Rong Yuan's shadow reflected on the glass.

The man opened his eyes.

It was only then that Lin Lai realized that his eyes were like transparent colored glass.The lights in the laboratory reflected in those eyes, as if they were a pair of shining gems.

But without any extra emotion.

He silently stared at Rong Yuan, suddenly raised his hand, and slammed his palm on the glass jar.

Most people pat like this, probably the palm will only turn red.But his hand seemed to have been severely wounded, the flesh and blood split apart, white bone stubbles protruded from the flesh, and two or three of his nails were blown off.

This is a person who can only live in a jar, his body is too fragile to withstand any touch or movement.

The liquid blue in the man's palm suddenly became thicker, and the wound on the man's hand was repairing quickly, just like rewinding a movie, and almost instantly, the injury on his hand was completely recovered.

Lin Lai was amazed: Although Zhong Wuxing has been able to enter space, but such a fast and effective medicine that can be called a miracle has never been seen before.

Even in the news, he has never heard of any research institute with such a research direction.

Lin Lai looked at Mo Gui for confirmation, and Mo Gui shook his head, then his eyes slanted, and he glanced at the white coat still trembling beside him.

――Maybe, it's just that they don't know, but it's not a secret to the upper-level people?

Lin Lai's face was slightly cold. With such a drug, if it is used on the battlefield or in the hospital, it is unknown how many lives it can save.But now, it is being used...to do such terrible experiments!

No matter when the person in the jar was injured or when the wound was repairing, his face was always expressionless, he just looked at Rong Yuan, his lips moved slightly.

Mo Kui imitated the man's mouth shape, and whispered what he couldn't make out: "...killed...me."

The white coat suddenly raised his head, looked at them, then looked at the man, suddenly he was not afraid, he rushed over with his hands waving and shouted: "No, no, no... no! This is precious..."

Rong Yuan was silent for a while, and then said: "Okay!"

The corner of the man's mouth raised slightly, revealing a stiff smile.

Halfway through the white coat, he watched helplessly as the man in the jar suddenly turned into a cloud of blood mist, no matter how thick the blue liquid in the jar became, even if the concentration had increased hundreds of times, there was nothing he could do about it. Reassemble the man who turned into powder.

All of a sudden, all the "people" in the jar woke up. They slapped the jar vigorously, some hit their heads hard, and some even twisted their own limbs and gouged out their eyes. They opened their mouths wide and screamed in pain, Without exception, they are all shouting——

"kill me!"

"kill me!"

"kill me!"

"Kill kill kill—"

The jar cuts off the sound, but it can't cut off those crazy and ferocious expressions, nor can it cut off the bloody scenes of destroying one's own limbs and constantly repairing them.

Lin Lai staggered back a few steps. As one of the best agents, he couldn't stabilize his body at this moment. He tripped over something and fell to the ground, then hurriedly got up again.

Mo Gui and Lin Lai stood back to back, guarding their surroundings.At first they were taken aback by the riots in the jars around them, almost thinking that the monsters were going to rush out of the jar and tear them to pieces, but after seeing what those people were yelling, both of them were shocked and unbearable.

——What kind of hell, what kind of cruel torture, can people only want to die instead of living after they see hope?

When they came in, they thought the people in the jar were in a state of slumber, but they weren't.They are all sober, put in jars soberly, and have been trapped in this small space all their lives, unable to even turn around.

They also soberly endured all kinds of torture, endured the desperate pain of body and spirit, and endured the torture of watching their own kind being born in the jar and dying in the jar.

The reason why they are as quiet as corpses is because long-term experience tells them that any reaction will be recorded excitedly and frantically by those researchers, and then they will continue to stimulate all the same kind with various methods in order to get more feedback.

Because most injuries can be repaired by the blue liquid, the researchers' so-called stimulation methods are often aimed at causing great pain and fear to the body.

The jar cuts out the sound, and the blue liquid can heal the wound, but that doesn't mean they can't feel the pain.In fact, the pain-sensing nerves of most of the experimental subjects here are much more sensitive than ordinary people.

In fact, the most painful thing is not that they were born to be put in jars for experiments, but that although they were born from ignorance, they are not as ignorant as real babies.

It may be easier to endure the pain if you don't know anything.But since they were born, they seem to have a lot of things in their minds. As they grow up longer, they will gradually understand a lot of knowledge, understand what shame and human nature are, and more vaguely realize that there are actually many things in this world. People, and the vast majority of people don't actually live in such pain like them.

So it will be more painful.

But even death is not allowed. Only when all values ​​are drained and the body is so damaged that it cannot be repaired, can a happy long sleep be obtained.

Looking at the dead man at this time, all the experimental subjects were excitedly screaming, shouting, hurting themselves without any scruples, shouting: "Kill me!"

The white coat didn't care about being afraid of Rong Yuan anymore, he opened his arms to block Rong Yuan, and screamed loudly like a guardian: "Stop! If you want to kill them, step on my corpse first! "

He yelled, spit flying, and one of the legs of his glasses fell off, and the glasses hung slantly on his face, with a righteous and generous expression on his face.

Mo Gui didn't hold back, and rushed forward like a leopard, knocking out the white coat with one punch, and spurting out a few teeth mixed with blood.

The white coat collided with a pot, and his head was broken, but he still yelled inarticulately: "...for the progress of mankind, these are necessary sacrifices! Do you know how many medicines we have researched over the years? research? Do you know how many lives our research has saved?"

Mo Gui suddenly felt that this person was ridiculous, and he wiped his hands, feeling that his hands were dirty with every punch he gave.

Rong Yuan also ignored them, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, a blood mist exploded in all the jars.