Volume Two, The First Floor. Doomsday Chapter 49. The Transformation Begins
"We're here, let's go in."
After going around several identical corridors, which made Tang Ling feel dizzy, the doctor finally stopped in front of a closed door. He clicked on the electronic screen on the wall, and finally scanned his fingerprints.
The door clicked open, and the doctor said to Tang Ling beside him, instructing her to enter the room.
Tang Ling, who was still marveling at the magic of this door, looked at the doctor staring at her next to her, blinked her eyes twice, was confused but did not dare to say anything, and slowly entered the room.
It was still a room with all white walls. There was a small bed and a desk on the empty floor. There was a small cubicle next to it with a toilet inside. Other than that, there was nothing else.
"that……"
Tang Ling frowned and looked at the things in the room. She turned her head to ask the doctor, but saw the door slowly closing. The doctor stood outside the door and looked at her panicked, coldly.
The closed door disappeared little by little.
Tang Ling was really panicked now.
She ran to the door, beat it hard, and kept calling for the doctor outside, but no one responded. A layer of mist instantly filled her eyes, and Tang Ling's voice became hoarse from the non-stop shouting. Outside the room
, there is nothing in the empty corridor, as if no one has ever passed by, it is white and flawless, and not a single sound can be heard.
The same scene is still playing out in other places.
A group of children who thought they had finally found shelter had their beautiful dreams ruthlessly slapped with reality. In every cold room, they cried desperately and beat the hard walls frantically until their skin turned red and their hands
The skin became red and swollen due to exertion, but no one knew.
The group of doctors once again returned to the original open space and waited silently. The white octagon on the wall opened again and dropped the panicked children.
Meng Han's face lost the previous gentleness. He took the data handed over by his subordinates in his hand, curled up the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of gloom and sternness.
Tang Ling was tired from shouting, and she could no longer make a sound from her throat. Her throat was so dry that it was almost smoking. She continued to moisten it with water. She searched for water sources everywhere in the room, but found nothing. However, she made another discovery.
When she first entered this room, she didn't observe it too carefully. Only now did she discover that there were large, faint pink marks on the seemingly white walls, like dirt that couldn't be washed away, but
At this time, Tang Ling was not very curious about the origin of these things. Her mouth kept secreting saliva, but it was of no use. Her throat was even more desperate for water.
Tang Ling sat in the corner of the room. The wall she leaned against was cold and hard. The cold kept irritating her skin. Tang Ling buried her face in her knees. The room became quiet. After a long time, a small voice came.
The girl's soft sobs.
"Mom, woo, mom..."
“Beep, beep, click—”
I don't know how long it took, but there was a noise outside the door. Tang Ling, who was leaning against the wall and was drowsy, was awakened by the noise. She suddenly opened her eyes, and her stiff body prevented her from getting up and running to the door. She could only stare helplessly.
He stared hard, watching the door being opened bit by bit from the outside.
As soon as Meng Han came in, she saw Tang Ling sitting in the corner looking at her expectantly. She raised her eyebrows and felt a little funny about Tang Ling's reaction. The high heels touched the floor and there was a crisp sound of "ta da da". Meng Han walked over to
In front of Tang Ling, he squatted down, stretched out his hand to lift Tang Ling's chin, and looked around.
The flesh on her face was pinched and deformed. Tang Ling struggled uncomfortably. The anticipation she had just now was once again replaced by uneasiness.
Sensing Tang Ling's struggle, Meng Han's eyes flashed with irritation. She noticed Tang Ling's chapped lips. She raised her eyes to look at the panicked Tang Ling and smiled: "Are you thirsty? Do you want to drink water?"
When Tang Ling heard the word "water", she licked her chapped lips unconsciously. Looking at Meng Han who was smiling again, she nodded hesitantly.
Meng Han sneered, let go of his hand, stood up, looked at Tang Ling condescendingly, and waved to the men behind him: "Take it away."
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall doctor came forward, grabbed Tang Ling's arm, lifted her up, and dragged her outside.
"ah!"
There was a sharp pain in her arm that was pinched hard. Tang Ling struggled to use her other hand to open the doctor's fingers, but it was in vain. Her struggle seemed weak to the doctor, but because of this, Tang Ling struggled to open the doctor's fingers.
The impact of the struggle made the doctor a little irritated, so he slapped Tang Ling directly in the face.
"Snapped!"
Tang Ling's head was tilted to one side. She stared blankly at the floor to one side, apparently unable to react. Her fair face began to slowly become red and swollen, turning into an obvious bump, which was enough to show how hard the slap was.
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His eyes became moist again, his vision became blurry, big tears kept pouring out, and fell to the floor, making a "snap" sound. The sobbing became louder and louder, and the people around him watched indifferently and couldn't stop it.
Tang Ling was crying, her eyes filled with impatience.
"Tsk."
Meng Han put the tip of her tongue against her teeth and let out a light tut. She walked to Tang Ling, grabbed her red and swollen face, and forced her to look at her. Seeing these clear eyes staring at her in horror, Meng Han
He lowered his voice and threatened: "If you keep crying like this, I won't mind cutting off half of your red and swollen face with a knife."
Having said that, regardless of Tang Ling's reaction, Meng Han looked at the man beside him who was silently bowing his head, and slapped him, which caused blood to flow from the corner of the doctor's mouth. He did not dare to make a sound and quickly wiped it away.
With blood at the corner of his mouth, he lowered his head and Meng Han looked at him sinisterly: "Next time you do something, don't make any noise for me. It'll be annoying."
"yes."
After Meng Han walked out of the room, the doctor dared to raise his head and dragged the trembling Tang Ling out. However, his back was soaked with cold sweat and his white coat was soaked.
She was dragged to another room. As soon as the door opened, Tang Ling was pushed in. She fell to the ground, her teeth hit the floor and bit her lip. The skin was abraded. The smell of blood spread in her mouth, and she burst into tears.
Her eyes started to spin again. Tang Ling squirmed on the ground for a while before she sat up. There was nothing in the empty room.
"Be good and I'll give you some water later."
Meng Han squatted down and looked at Tang Ling, who was shrinking back defensively. The strong fear in her eyes made Meng Han feel a little happy in his heart. Meng Han grabbed Tang Ling's neck and violently pinched the needle in her other hand.
He inserted it into Tang Ling's neck and injected the unknown liquid inside.
Then she took out the syringe and Meng Han stood up. Regardless of Tang Ling who was lying on the ground and beginning to breathe rapidly, she walked out of the room and entered the control room nearby. She stood in front of the glass and coldly observed Tang Ling's changes and moved toward
The subordinate sitting next to him ordered: "Let's begin."
After receiving the order, the subordinate next to him manipulated the instrument in front of him and pressed the button. The cold electronic screen displayed the oxygen value of the room where Tang Ling was located, which began to change.
