[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy Game

In the cold laboratory, everyone is fully armed, surrounded by a glass cylinder, staring intently at the experimental subject in the cylinder, holding notebooks and pens in their hands and waiting to record.

Inside the glass tank is a light blue liquid, with fine bubbles slowly rising from the bottom, and there is a naked person in it.

The man looked young, his whole body was snow-white, from his fingertips to the tip of his hair, so crystal clear that he could see the cyan color of blood vessels through his skin.He was floating in the container, his eyes drooping as if he was sleeping peacefully, his slender eyelashes fluttered slightly from time to time, and several parts of his body were connected to the medical tubes of the experimental equipment.

There was only the ticking of the hour hand and the machinery in the laboratory. Everyone dared not breathe loudly, and stared at the experimental subject with breathless concentration.

"Heartbeat is normal, breathing is normal, blood pressure is normal."

"Level s, body fit 90.00% three."

"Brain Image Generation."

"The experimental subject is alive, is it activated?"

All kinds of voices came from the instruments in all directions, and there was ecstasy under the calm surface.

One stood in front of the container, looked up at the young man with a calm face, and smiled with satisfaction.

"activation."

One hand pressed the button, and in the next second all the machinery on the young man's body fell off at the same time. The light blue nutrient solution faded away like a tide, and the young man slowly fell to the ground. Immediately, someone came forward with a towel and clothes.

"Why is the experimental subject still awake?"

The young man was transported to the bed and did not wake up for a long time. One person said: "It may be that the gene of that person has not fully integrated with the body."

"It shouldn't be, the fitness of test subject No. 97 has reached 90.00% three," another person said: "It is the best one among all test subjects."

"Wait a minute."

There was a sharp beep from a machine not far away.

"Number 97's heartbeat pauses!"

"Hurry up and rescue it!" The man's face changed, "No matter what, we must preserve this body, this is the most perfect experimental body!"

"Team leader! The heartbeat is back!"

Before the young man was lifted out of the hospital bed, the instrument started to make a normal ticking sound again, as if it was an illusion just now. The person called the team leader was relieved, and was about to check his body when his outstretched hand was grabbed.

The team leader was startled, and hurriedly looked at the young man's face.The latter had no expression on his face, and his lake-blue pupils were lifeless.

The team leader stroked his hair with his gloved hand, and said softly, "Close your eyes."

The young man let go of his hand and listened to the instructions.

He said to the person next to him: "I'm going to input memory for him."

"Yes."

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Jiang Wuyuan had just met the original owner of the Jiang family, and sent him to Po Meng's place. After watching the original owner leave, he endured envious eyes as usual, and went to take the next task.

"We're going to settle the matter." Granny Meng held a scroll in her hand, which seemed to belong to the judge. Jiang Wuyuan took it, and heard her say: "The last time the world was a problem of our underworld, this one is yours. The problem."

"Impossible, my tasks are 100% complete."

"Actually, it's not your problem. Maybe it's the human heart." Po Meng sighed, "Isn't this the world you've been looking forward to?"

Jiang Wuyuan was noncommittal, opened the scroll, curious which world had the problem, stared at it, and was stunned for a moment.

This is his first tenth world, because it is special, and it is also the world that can be ranked first in his heart.

"After you left, something happened over there. The experiment they did was not in line with Dao. Your mission this time is to destroy all the experimental subjects."

"Understood." Jiang Wuyuan returned the scroll to her: "Is there any other request?"

Po Meng shook her head, and said with a smile whether there were too few tasks, Jiang Wuyuan ignored her, and left after thinking for a while.

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The young man on the bed opened his eyes again, only to see the dazzling light. There was no smell of disinfectant in the laboratory, only various reagents emitting strange colors.

"Are you awake?" The team leader bent down to look at him, and the naked obsession could be seen from the protective clothing that could only reveal the eyes: "You are the No. 97 test subject, and I am the one who created you, so be obedient, okay? ?”

The young man was still a little slow to respond, but nodded after a while.

"You are the most perfect work we have created." The team leader straightened up and looked at him condescendingly. "Your code name is Magician, and your name is Jiang Wuyuan."

The young man looked at him, his lips moved a few times, and he uttered a few syllables: "Magician...Jiang Wuyuan..."

"It's so good." The team leader was very satisfied, "You can digest the memory just entered for you by yourself, about the outside world, and your mission, there is a bell next to the bed, just press it if you have something to do."

The young man obediently lay down and closed his eyes.

These people never imagined that they originally wanted to create a person who was the same as the previous person, but now here is the deity.

I have been here once, so I know most of the information. This is a dark political era. The previous task was to make a colleague of the original owner remember his death. Although it is not difficult, but because this era is different from usual, the method used Not quite the same.

Although this task was completed a long time ago, the degree of completion is relatively high, and most importantly, he had a lot of fun.

When he came here earlier, he was a member of an organization that dealt with the dark ruling government and maintained social order.

The name of that organization is "Jie Zhi Guan". On the surface, it is engaged in intelligence business. The people in the museum have different abilities and perform their own duties. The main tasks are him and that colleague, code-named "Doctor". Jiang Chongyan.

I won't go into details about the previous tasks, but now he understands that because the government's residual poison has not been cleaned up, there is a seemingly unrelated "Laboratory No. [-]" left.

The laboratory got his DNA from somewhere and made a new body. His task now is to sneak into and destroy the Jiezhi Pavilion.

Understood.

It feels more fun, and sure enough, he still likes it here.

After staying in the No. [-] laboratory for a month, the team leader asked him to start the task, and gave him a warning that it would be destroyed if he did not complete it. With the input memory, he walked out of the No. [-] laboratory.

It is night now, brightly lit night, row upon row of high-rise buildings are lit with dreamlike neon lights, holographic images play the brainwashing speeches of government executives, tearing away the calm and orderly camouflage in the daytime, the city is full of feasting, crazy and Noisy and noisy, the purpose is the fake smile of the government executives and the official lies, and everyone is pushing the glass for extravagance and carnival.

In this fallen city, everyone is living tonight and now, and humanity is the least valuable thing in this city.

A six-story bungalow on the west corner of 2nd Street in the city center.

The room on the fifth floor was planned as an office, with three long tables on the left and right sides, and one in the middle of the room.

"Curator," the young man stayed in the corner closest to the wall, with long hair covering most of his face, wearing a T-shirt that was loose enough to cover his thighs, curled up in a chair with his knees in his arms, his face reflected against the computer's Light, the voice sounded weak as if he hadn't eaten: "Jiang Chongyan is in the cemetery, do you need to call him over?"

The curator is an uncle in his 40s. He wears a formal and exquisite tuxedo all the year round, and he is meticulously groomed from hair to beard. He is mature, steady and amiable. You can imagine how handsome he was when he was young.

But at this time, he was doing something very inconsistent with his image - patting the table.

"Tell him to come back!" The curator blew his beard and stared, "I've been there for eight out of ten days! Let him spend his life like this without complaint?!"

Jin Yu saw the curator's angry look from his hair, and said to himself that it's good that everyone else is busy today.

"There was a robbery incident on 23rd Street, it should be the habitual offender," the young man tapped the keyboard quickly, his eyes buried in his hair reflected the code on the screen: "Director, we need to call Xiao Qingkong and Wen An Are you coming back, or Sister Ning?"

"Qing Kong and Lu Wen'an went to investigate Laboratory No. [-]. Ning Jian is still recuperating. Forget it." The curator is still reliable when he encounters serious business, as if he has changed his person, crossing his hands and fingers to support his chin: "Let Jiang Chongyan hurry up Come on, I'll go with him later, and you continue to follow that habitual offender."

"Yes, curator." Jin Yu buried his head between his knees again, and after a while, he took a breath and straightened up, staring at the screen in disbelief.

"The man is gone."