"Z127, come to the left." A heavily armed soldier pointed his weapon at a little girl and issued an order to the little girl numbered z127 through the mouthpiece.
The little girl walked numbly in front. She was used to it anyway, it was just a bit of pain. She would be fine if she just carried it over.
"Hey, little girl, it's you, the one who was soaked in cold water for so long yesterday and still didn't frown." An uncle standing on the right side of z127 turned around and whispered to the little girl.
The little girl didn't answer him, but the guards seemed to be about to answer him.
They pointed their spears and cannons at the man whose hands and feet were covered with iron chains, as if the man in front of them could threaten them at any time.
"Z721, what are you doing? Go back and line up." The team leader pulled out the electric baton from his waist and it buzzed, as if z721 made any movement, let him try what an electric baton is.
z721 raised his hands and took a step back.
"Yes, yes, sir, I don't pose any threat, I'm just looking for someone to talk to." z721 locked his hands close to his head to show that he didn't pose any threat, otherwise these soldiers would really dare to shoot.
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"Get in line!" the team leader yelled at z721.
"Okay sir." z721 returned to his original position, which was in another row. He stood next to z127 and winked at z127, as if communicating something.
z127 walked into the room expressionlessly.
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Z127 walked out with wounds all over her body. One of her arms had been splinted and tied with gauze. It looked like it was dislocated. But even so, z127 still walked out expressionlessly, as if her body would not hurt.
Same.
Standing outside the door is z721. His injury is obviously much better. It is not as serious as z127. He only has a band-aid on the bridge of his nose. In z127's eyes, z721 is lucky today and did not suffer as much as yesterday.
Treat people like normal people,
Even so, z721 couldn't help but touch the bridge of his nose, as if it hurt.
This is something z127 cannot understand. After all, this can be regarded as the least injured person in this damn institute.
If he couldn't endure even this little wound, then this is how he managed to survive in this dark research institute.
"Hey, z127, come here, I'm here." The uncle shook his arms and said to the girl.
(It’s too troublesome to code the code names. In the following, I will use uncle and girl to call z721 and z127.)
The girl frowned, but still walked in the direction of the uncle, not for any other reason, just because her room was that way.
"Girl, your wound looks like this. It doesn't matter." The uncle looked at the girl's arm and asked kindly.
The girl ignored him. After all, no one could tell whether the other person would be unable to bear the pain and die in the laboratory the next day. Instead of wasting meaningless emotions, it would be better to sit in his own room and be in a daze. At least in a daze.
In this period of time, you can feel that your own life and your own time belong to you.
When the uncle saw that the girl did not reply to him, he was not discouraged.
He ran in front of the girl and stopped.
"Girl, your face seems to be injured. They didn't even give you any medicine. These are so damn rude and beasts." The uncle looked at the minor wounds on the girl's face and cursed these people in front of the girl.
Of course, the reason why he dared to curse was probably because there was no one there, no soldiers, patrolling. If there were, he might not have dared to curse.
"Get out of the way, you're blocking my way back." The girl said to the uncle in a cold tone, which made the uncle feel that the girl's tone was as cold as the Siberian cold current.
"Wait a minute. Give me a minute." The uncle squatted down and took out a small glass jar with one hand in his pocket. It contained something like powder. The girl had seen this thing on the test bench.
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To be precise, I talked about it on the table in the infirmary, and she also applied this powder.
"This is Nanyun Baiyao, a specialty of China. It has a very good effect on wounds." The uncle opened the oak stopper and poured out a handful of it like a treasure, but there was still a little bit scattered on the ground. The uncle looked at her with distressed eyes.
Look at this precious medicinal powder.
The little powder spread was only about the size of a thumb. The uncle rubbed it with two fingers, spread it evenly, and finally applied it little by little to the tiny wounds on the girl's face.
The uncle whispered.
"Don't tell anyone. I stole these powders from the infirmary and kept them for my own use."
"Look." The uncle pointed at his nose and said to the girl.
"I suffered such a serious wound, and I didn't even bother to apply it." Looking at the uncle's funny expression, the girl couldn't help but smile. This guy couldn't call a scratch a serious injury...
"That's right, girls should smile more." The uncle took Nanyun Baiyao and continued to smear it on the girl's face. Even if it was too little, he took out a small bottle from his arms with a pained expression and poured out another bottle.
Throw it out.
Apply evenly on the girl's face.
I don't know if it was due to the effect of the medicine or other reasons, but the girl just felt that her face was burning.
"It's done." The uncle clapped his hands. He looked at the girl and said earnestly.
"Girls should take good care of their faces. If they are disfigured, no one will want to marry you."
Then the uncle began to feel sorry for the little bit of Nayun Baiyao on the ground.
"What a pity these Chinese medicines are." When he mentioned China, the uncle's face was full of yearning. It is said that the aristocratic families there are very good to the people, and even teach the people the martial arts of China's physical training.
This is not the castration version that is spread overseas, but the complete Chinese body-building technique. I hope that the people of China will have the ability to save themselves when they encounter danger. It is much better than this so-called "free" America.
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The girl looked at the uncle with caring eyes.
Among the people in this laboratory, only this uncle can think so far and actually mention marriage? Everyone is thinking about how to get through tomorrow so that they can survive and breathe for one more day.
"What's your name?" The uncle carefully put away the powder and stretched out his hand. Before the girl could answer, the uncle spoke first.
"My name is..." Unfortunately, before the uncle could finish speaking, the girl interrupted him.
"My name is z127" the girl said coldly.
In this laboratory, no one can predict that he will die on that day. If you develop feelings and know the other person's name, then your inner sadness will be heavier after learning that the other person has died. If you don't know, at least it will be better.
Up some.
The uncle paused and continued to speak with a smile.
"My name is z721"
"See you the day after tomorrow." The uncle turned and left. See you the day after tomorrow, which is equivalent to meeting tomorrow for ordinary people, except that no one in the laboratory knows what tomorrow will be like. Seeing you the day after tomorrow is equivalent to wishing the other person a safe tomorrow.
The girl looked at the uncle leaving, feeling a little touched in her cold heart.