mirror age

His name is number 27.

In the clone cultivation center, everything is cold and pale. In the transparent culture fluid, juvenile clones are curled up, and people in white overalls walk through the white machinery. The whole space is lifeless.The childlike clones are gathered in one department, wearing uniform white robes with numbers printed on them, that is their names.Here clones are free servants.

He looked at the black ring on his wrist, and he gradually understood its meaning.The administrator beats and scolds the clones of the red ring without any scruples. It doesn’t matter if an arm or a leg is broken, but the ones with the black ring just swear verbally and rarely have physical contact. He often eavesdrops on the administrator’s conversations, guess This is probably the customer's request, and it may be that the one who pays more can have a higher protection level.

He wondered if the other clones understood this.

He also didn't know if anyone had heard the future fate of the clone mentioned lightly in the administrator's chat.

"Hey, don't pay too much attention to this little guy. Anyway, the guest only cut his face, and his arm is broken. It's fine if he can't die."

"This guy is still a black ring. Isn't Master Jamil always only changing organs? It costs so much money, the rich are extravagant..."

At that moment he understood fear.

Most of the clones here can't communicate verbally, and a few can squeeze out a few words. What No. 27 likes most is observing, observing everyone, observing every move of the two administrators who have been in charge of the children's area for a long time. It seems that this kind of learning can let him grasp something that makes him powerful. He feels that bad luck is chasing after him, and only by doing something can he temporarily forget his anxiety.

The two administrators who were chatting caught a glimpse of No. 27 staring at them intently. The boy's solitary and thin arms were exposed outside the baggy clothes, making him look fragile, but his over-focused expression, the strong expression between the corners of his eyes and the brow Longing, let him look at people with a powerful, sharp-edged madness.Seeing the two people looking over, the boy quickly looked away and lowered his head to sweep the floor.

"That kid, his eyes are really poisonous, he looks like he wants to eat people."

"Leave him alone, the delivery will be in a few days, out of sight." Another administrator patted him on the shoulder, "Go, buddy, go and see my private goods, I have another A new work of art to be proud of."

The two turned to the staff area, chatting and laughing all the way, unaware that No. 27 was quietly following.

The moment the light in the room was turned on gave people a huge shock. The cylindrical test tubes filled the room, and the pale human body was soaked in the liquid.In a test tube facing the door, a woman was nailed to a board. A huge nail passed through his slender wrist, and two steel rods under the collarbone fixed her whole body. Her chest and abdomen were cut open. Open, the internal organs and intestines were pulled out and displayed, and there were corresponding annotations on the board. The woman's eyes were wide open, still staring at it unwillingly, her seaweed-like hair was floating in the embalming liquid, her body The beauty of her face against the tragic situation is even more shocking.

Facing the woman's resentful and unwilling eyes, the two turned a blind eye, and the owner of the room even had a fanaticism and conceit of appreciating art: "You don't know how much effort it took me to copy a body and cultivate it in private. "

"Knowing that you have unique taste, the new works will definitely make you like it."

The tall man opened a showcase. Under the glass cover was a mummy. The flesh and blood had dissociated and become transparent. You could see the blue blood vessels all over the body. Every tiny end was clearly defined, like a tree growing in the human body. The green tree, its greedy stems and leaves devoured every inch of flesh and blood.

"I bet the medical university doesn't have such a good blood vessel specimen." Looking proudly at the amazed expression on the visitor's face, the tall man said, "It can only be so beautiful if mercury is injected into the blood vessels when the person is alive."

The other administrator smiled, and turned around to see the clone of the tall man in the next test tube.

"Oh, brother, did you fix yourself?"

"No, it will come in handy in the future."

"Dude, it's lonely to deal with these immobile things all day long. I think living things are better. How about your living one?"

"There."

It was a little boy locked in a cage. The man reached out for the key on the locker, and raised the corner of his mouth to signal to the people next to him whether he wanted to let it out to play. The man waved his hand and smiled inexplicably.

On the 27th, he saw the little boy next to the man several times, without a bracelet on his wrist. He guessed that all the clones in this room were some high-quality gene source clones cloned by the administrator privately.He saw the boy in the cage looking over timidly. This was the only thing in the room that didn't make him sick, but it was the thing that No. 27 couldn't face.

He turned and left quietly.

The author has something to say:

The clone used because the clone will be harmonized (*/ω＼*)