"Ω1, please be on your experimental bench. Next, we have to test the mental strength." The scholar in a white coat held the case and said to the boy without raising his head.
The boy seemed a little reluctant. In this dark laboratory, I don’t know how many days and months passed. Mr. Clown, Otto Apocalis wearing a clown mask, occasionally came to see him, and the boy also
I really like that Otto Apokalis is here.
Because every time Otto Apocalypse comes, he brings some magazines, books, and a letter. Some of these letters may be postcards, and some may be written texts, but without exception, these are all insisted on by Ω1.
The source of motivation to go down.
In this dark prison cell, Ω1 has been tortured, not physically, but psychologically. Just imagine, a young boy in his prime should have been running around the court with a basketball, or quietly holding a book.
Stay quietly in the library and read.
But he had nothing. He had to go through routine inspections every day. The boy even discovered that people here were secretly observing him, but they just didn't have contact with him. Even if they took him to a strange place to relax, they would be leaving him.
From a distance, when they must have physical contact with him, they will definitely wrap themselves tightly.
It was as if he was some kind of pathogen, which made the boy very distressed. He didn't even have anyone to talk to. Although Otto Apokalis would come here to see him, the two of them didn't have much contact, and their communication was only limited.
However, Otto Apokalis told her to hold on, as long as the quarantine period was over, he could leave here and return to the life of an ordinary teenager.
He also promised that in order to compensate for his losses these days, Otto Apokalis would personally arrange for him a relaxed and unstructured job to ensure that he would have no worries about food and clothing in the future.
But yes, Mr. Otto Apokalis said so, but when will that day come?
The boy obeyed the scholar's instructions and sat on the chair with handcuffs and leg irons as usual. As expected, the moment the boy sat on it, the handcuffs and leg irons were activated, locking him to the chair and preventing him from moving.
The boy didn't resist. He knew that as long as he resisted, it would be fine. It would only be a matter of a moment.
He and his pen pal, Clown A, had complained about these things before. Clown A only expressed that he was helpless. Like Lord Otto Apokalis, he advised him to hold on. Even the tone was somewhat similar, but the boy was still unwilling.
I believe, or even don't want to doubt, that Otto Apocalypse is Clown A.
Because he regards Clown A as his only friend, not Mr. Otto Apokalis, the tall and tall-looking Bishop of Destiny who carries the Valkyrie with him every time he walks around.
Boys are more willing to believe that Clown A is a boy who loves sports, has big breasts, lives a good life, and blushes when he sees the girl he likes.
Mr. Otto Apokalis? His image does not match the boy's image of a clown.
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his head. The boy knew that this was just the beginning. Countless noises invaded the boy's brain through his cerebral cortex.
Severe pain, as the button in the scholar's hand became more and more painful, the boy grasped the handle tightly, holding it tightly with his bony hands. If you look carefully, you can see that on the handle of this iron chair, there are
Finger print marks.
These marks were all scratched by the boy. Day after day, year after year, the boy also scratched some marks even on the iron plate. You can imagine how tortured this kind of experiment is.
What's even more hateful is that there are no wounds in this kind of experiment, but some malaise after the experiment, but the scholars in white coats will inject him with something called adrenaline hormone.
After the injection, the boy will look much better, at least on the surface, but in fact, the boy's mind is in a mess.
Finally, as the scholar stopped holding the knob in his hand, the boy's trembling body also stopped.
In the file, check the normal option and then the scholar injects the boy with hormones as usual. But the difference today is that the scholar did not walk away immediately after injecting the hormones. Instead, he grabbed a handful of snacks from his pocket.
Candies and cakes.
Put it in a delicate small box, the scholar handed it to the boy, and the boy stretched out his trembling hands to take it.
"Happy New Year." The scholar turned and left, looking at the boy with a pitiful look as he left.
When the adrenaline hormones hit, the boy came back to his senses, looked at the snack in his hand, and said thank you to the direction the scholar left.
He stood up and returned to his room under the escort of the two Valkyries.
With a sound from Kaz, the door to the room was closed. The boy looked around and saw that the room layout was relatively cozy. The boy sat on the chair with a small snack, but his head was still a little dizzy.
Place the snacks randomly on the table and take out a somewhat wrinkled piece of paper with yellowed text on the corners.
I picked up the pen given by Mr. Otto Apokalis, sucked up a tube of ink, and drew a stroke on the paper. The paper was densely covered with words.
The boy can also count. There are literally more than 1,100 "ones", and he counts them every day. Because there is no calendar, the boy does not know how many days have passed.
He had known that after every 364 days, on the 365th day, the scholar would give him a handful of snacks and say, Happy New Year.
On this day, the boy will write it down with red ink, because this is the only holiday he knows.
new year.
On this night, even the boy who is far away from the crowd can vaguely hear the sound of fireworks exploding. When he hears it, the boy will get up and sit in front of the window and look at the looming fireworks in the sky.
Sometimes the boy thinks about it, it will probably be very lively outside that day, it would be great if he could go and take a look.
However, I can only think about this in my mind. Because Mr. Otto Apokalis said that he may still be carrying the virus and must be quarantined for examination. If he sneaks out, he will hurt others.
In order to prevent others from getting hurt, the kind-hearted boy was obedient and never ran out. He would rather embrace loneliness than let others accept difficulties.
Perhaps because of the boy's kind character, on this day, even the Valkyrie guarding him will relax a little. Since he wants to watch the fireworks, let him watch them. It's only once a year anyway.
The flickering light of the fireworks shone through the hazy night on the boy's face.