High school science students save the world

The author has something to say: Calvin, sorry.

Qin Zheng met the old man Huang's eyes, shook his head, then struggled and shouted: "Get out! Get out of here!"

The old man didn't listen, pinched his wrist, and forcibly opened his fingers. The smell of blood came out of the palm, and there were crescent wounds of various sizes and shades on it. Tan Zheng looked at his red palm and wiped it clean. Clean, not a single αυX particle was caught.

I can't keep anything.

I couldn't keep his people, and I couldn't keep his feelings.

Because he has no feelings at all.

it's so funny.

How could there be such a ridiculous thing in the world.

Qin Zheng's mind was in a state of confusion, he couldn't react for a while, he just struggled instinctively, muttering the impossible, his eyes were so wide open, but there were no tears, like a dehydrated fish struggling hard, Dr. Huang I couldn't see it and gave him a slap in the face.

That slap made him turn his head away, and stared at the old man for two or three seconds with his neck straightened, his entire eye circles were red but no tears came out.

He looked at the old man Huang and suddenly laughed, giggling strangely, he was so out of breath from laughing that he couldn't straighten up, his eyes were so red that he almost gritted his teeth.

Then he lowered his head, pulled out the hanging needle on the back of his hand neatly, and bit down hard.

Blood was seen in an instant.

When the needle was pulled out, blood flew into his eyes, Tan Zheng closed his eyes in shock, but he still smiled, vaguely, biting his soft hand, as if he heard a crisp With a snapping sound, he seemed to have bitten off his finger bone, and his canine teeth pierced through the thin skin and pierced the bruised blood vessel.

There wasn't so much blood on the back of his hand, and he didn't look so embarrassed, just scary. He smiled so much that his eyes narrowed.

It was his own hand.

So what?

The bone was seen almost instantly, the flesh and blood, the bone and the flesh were separated quickly, and a little white bone was faintly exposed in the sweet flesh.not enough.Between the thumb and the index finger was a thick piece of meat without bones. Tan Zheng easily bit it off and swallowed it without chewing.

Seeing his appearance, the old man Huang cried out in horror. He stretched out his hand to pull him, but he couldn't pull him. Letting go, almost biting off his entire hand, Dr. Huang trembled all over, his face turned blue.

It's not that he hasn't seen it before. There are so many experiments in the base. Those poor people were caught and disembowelled. drive him crazy.

Maybe it's because he is Tan Zheng, maybe it's because of Tan Zheng's eyes.

Those are not human eyes.

It was the eyes of a desperate beast.

Do you know wolf totem?

Do you know how wolves take revenge?

Jumping on the horse's belly, pulling a hole in its stomach, the horse stepped on its own intestines and internal organs, and at the same time trampled to death the wolf under it.

He doesn't want to live anymore.

Dr. Huang looked at him, and suddenly realized that he really didn't want to live anymore.

Qin Zheng was overly calm about Yang Yan's death because his clever mind quickly shifted the pain away. He shut himself out of the house, and the house was pitch-black. As long as he never opened the door, Yang Yan would be dying physically A state of eternal spirituality, where life and death are at stake.

But he pushed open the door, and the word "death" was clearly written in the room.

What does this make him do?

The movement in the ward attracted the nurse, who was also very frightened, and quickly administered anesthesia to Tan Zheng and sent him to the operating table. However, even after the drug took effect, Tan Zheng kept biting his right hand tightly and did not let go. , that hand was about to be bitten off by him, and he used such ruthless force that he couldn't move it even a tiny bit.

It was old man Huang who was overwhelmed, and hurriedly sent him to the operating room, telling the doctor to cut off his hand and sew it back up, and leave the rest to the doctor to find a solution.

Yang Yan sat back in the waiting room again after many days.

Hard, cold wooden stools.

The red light at the door of the operating room is like clotted blood.

He looked at the red light at the entrance of the operating room, the closed door, the gray collapsed wall, and a long-legged spider in the corner, weaving a web tirelessly, hanging down the web almost touching the top of his head. Yan stretched out his hand to grab it, but it was empty without any surprise.

He felt that he was trembling from the strands of his hair to the tips of his toes, and his eyes were dark. He took a few deep breaths, opened and closed his eyes, and he clenched the clothes on his chest tightly, which were like pickle skins. The veins burst out from too much force.

He is so sad.

The headache felt like it was about to burst.

The pain was unbearable.

How could it be so painful, how could it be so painful, how could there be such pain in this world, Yang Yan hugged his head and bumped it against the wall, once, twice, thrice, the wall was very hard, motionless, but physically The pain made him feel a little better.

At this moment, he understood why Tan Zheng was so cruel to him.

It hurts too much.

From the hair strands to the fingernails, every inch of skin and every pore is screaming for pain, the pain seems to seep into the bone marrow, if this continues, he will die, he will die of pain, before he dies, he must transfer the pain, must use Physical pain paralyzes itself.

Yang Yan slammed into the wall and was spinning. He took a breath, stumbled onto the door of the operating room, and kicked hard a few times. Naturally, it was impossible to kick the special door open. He hammered hard again, and the skin on the joints of his fingers was all scratched. , the door did not open.

Yang Yan got up drunk, walked crookedly, raised his head and stared wide-eyed at the dark red light, stared blankly for a while, and suddenly burst into tears.

He has never cried so embarrassingly in his life, crying like that, it is not crying at all, it seems to be howling, it seems to be roaring, the sound comes directly from his chest, the sound is so loud that it shakes his ribs faintly Pain, sore throat, pain like fire.

Too useless.

He cried so hoarsely that he was out of breath, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't make out what he was crying for. He cried until he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. He was still crying, crying all the time, and the tears had already flowed It's dry, the dry riverbed will sting the skin around it even if it's hard to squeeze out any tears. While telling himself vaguely to stop, he cursed himself in his heart: You're so useless!

Yang Yan couldn't bear it anymore, he just raised his hand and slapped his face, which was hot and painful. After he slapped himself, he touched it carefully, it was hot, and it still hurt a little.

How could such a body not be human?

He wanted to deny it, but Qin Zheng's bloodthirsty and crazy appearance almost frightened him, and he couldn't clearly understand that all this was true.

I still can't stop crying, the roar in my chest is intermittent and almost hoarse, my throat hurts like fire, and it's useless to swallow saliva desperately, and it doesn't work.

Qin Zheng was pushed out, and according to Song Ci's inquiry, his hand was seriously injured, and the wound on his left chest was torn again.Yang Yan couldn't stop no matter what, his body was out of the control of his brain and he roared stubbornly. The moment Qin Zheng came out, he miraculously stopped.

His brain was about to burst from pain, he didn't know how he stopped, he didn't even realize that he stopped, but a thought suddenly popped up in his mind: don't quarrel with Tan Zheng, no.

Shh, take it easy, Tan Zheng is sleeping, don't wake him up.

Yang Yan climbed onto the hospital bed and carefully avoided Tan Zheng's body. Although he knew that he would pass through his body, it didn't matter if he touched it or not, but no, as long as he thinks that he will press on the wound, even if he takes a stab at it, his heart is like a needle. It hurt like a prick.

No.

Absolutely not.

Yang Yan was crying so hard that he couldn't open his eyes for a while, finally narrowed the gap, he stretched out his hand to touch his face, Qin Zheng was on the left, and his hand was on the right, Yang Yan was stunned and carefully, bit by bit The point moved over.

Obviously what he touched was the air, but it seemed that he was touching Tan Zheng's face.

Qin Zheng has a soft, fragrant, elastic face.

He has touched it several times before, and pinched it half-jokingly. He remembers the touch clearly, thinking that he will forget it, but at this time, the memory comes out from the depths of his mind, with tactile sight and smell, Each of his fingers remembered his contours, fitting as if they were made for him.

Tan Zheng frowned while sleeping with his eyes closed, and Yang Yan felt distressed when he saw it. After touching his face, he became more courageous, so he couldn't help but move closer and kiss his eyebrows.

Start with the brow, eyes, nose, and, lips.

He remembered secretly drinking when he was a child, the first time he drank too excitedly, he almost passed out as soon as he opened the cork of baijiu, he drank half of the bottle drunk, his throat was hot and painful like fire, but his chest was so hot that it was about to melt He opened his eyes and saw that there were quadruplets everywhere, but he was sitting on the ground and giggling, obviously having a splitting headache and feeling very sad. He didn't know what he was laughing at, but he was just happy for no reason, holding the wine bottle and refusing to let go.

Everything overlapped with the past, he seemed to be having a sweet dream full of the aroma of wine, and he didn't want to wake up, but when he touched Tan Zheng's lips, he suddenly froze, and the tears unconsciously flowed It trickled down, silently, covering the entire face.

He couldn't imagine the touch of Tan Zheng's lips, such a beautiful lip kiss must feel good, but he couldn't imagine that Yang Yan who kissed Tan Zheng was dead, and he had never kissed him before.