Volume 2 The first floor. Doomsday Chapter 50. Experimental body
The cold liquid entered the skin, and a stimulating burning sensation continued to surge up and down the neck, spreading to Tang Ling's body. Then, the oxygen in her nose became less and less, and the feeling of suffocation continued.
Increase.
Tang Ling fell to the ground, covering her neck, her pupils dilated, she opened her mouth and tried her best to breathe. The feeling of hypoxia became more and more obvious. She felt like a stranded fish on a dry shore.
While making the final struggle.
It's so hot, my whole body is so hot!
As if being set on fire, Tang Ling's whole body was horribly burnt. Her skin began to turn pink and gradually red. The steaming white air continued to radiate from her body into the air, and her eyes were moist before she could do it.
The tears shed were already evaporated by the scalding temperature.
"Cough, cough, ha... cough."
Tang Ling kept coughing, her throat was itching uncontrollably, her hands were stretching around aimlessly, eager for something to relieve her despair at the moment.
From the beginning to the end, Tang Ling didn't even make a cry, until she was exhausted and she no longer had the strength to struggle. With her hot body, Tang Ling gradually stopped moving in the empty room.
Meng Han in the control room was always paying attention to Tang Ling's condition. Seeing that she had stopped moving, he turned his head and asked the operator next to him: "What is the oxygen value in the room now?"
"Thirty percent."
"What are the vital characteristics of the experimental subjects?"
"There are no signs of life left."
"Tsk, the quality of this experimental body is not good."
Meng Han frowned and looked at Tang Ling who was lying motionless on the ground with disgust. For the first time, he doubted his test. When he first saw this girl, she found that Tang Ling's physical fitness was different from ordinary people.
It's unique.
Is there something wrong with the detection?
is it possible?
With this in mind, Meng Han directed his men behind him to enter the room to dispose of Tang Ling's body.
"Doctor Meng..."
The operator sitting on the seat looked at the data on the display screen in shock. Tang Ling, who had no signs of life just now, had slight fluctuations at this moment.
While the oxygen level in the room continued to decrease, Tang Ling's signs of life began to gradually recover.
interesting.
Meng Han looked at Tang Ling in surprise, who was still motionless just now. At this moment, her body started to tremble again, and her fingers began to curl up. As if she had picked up a treasure, Meng Han excitedly directed towards the operator: "Speed up the oxygen.
The speed of descent! Release the poison gas!"
"Dr. Meng?!"
The operator looked at Meng Han in shock and expressed disapproval of her way of killing people. Meng Han looked at Tang Ling in the room and turned his eyes, staring at the operator gloomily, his tone rose: "
Is there a problem?"
"No no."
The operator, who was startled by the madness in Meng Han's eyes, quickly sat back in the operating position and controlled the data changes in the room.
"Don't let me down."
Meng Han stretched out his finger and lightly tapped the glass screen in front of him, tracing Tang Ling's outline along the screen.
Tang Ling in the room, her eyelids were trembling constantly, her closed eyes slowly opened, the red in her pupils flashed past, the first thing she saw in her blurred vision was her own hand, and she was trying to control it with strength.
It stretched, and then moved its stiff body, and the touch of the skin on the side of the ground gradually revived. A burst of cold stimulation made Tang Ling tremble several times.
Before her chaotic consciousness fully awakened, Tang Ling propped herself up and sat up, looking blankly at the white walls around her, not knowing where she was.
"hiss."
There was a numbing pain in her neck. Tang Ling stretched out her hand to feel the pain and found a small wound on her neck. It should have been caused by being pierced by some sharp object.
Tang Ling lowered her head and was silent for a moment. Meng Han's face flashed through her dizzy mind.
Like a bolt from the blue, Tang Ling woke up and finally remembered what she was going through now.
“Didi, click——”
The door to the room was opened from the outside again, and Meng Han led two people in protective clothing and protective masks.
Seeing that familiar gentle face, and even the madness hidden underneath, Tang Ling shrank back in fear, but there was no place for her to hide in the empty room.
Meng Han was very satisfied with Tang Ling's fear when she saw him. She pinched Tang Ling's neck to prevent her from moving back. She moved Tang Ling's head closer to Meng Han and knocked Tang Ling away.
He checked his eyelids carefully. After a while, he nodded and smiled with satisfaction and let go of the shackles on Tang Ling.
"Take him to the isolation room for observation."
Meng Han directed the two men behind him. After receiving the order, the two of them kept approaching Tang Ling with bracelets and anklets.
"Click, click, click!"
Tang Ling kept struggling, but how could a child's strength be compared to two strong adults? In the end, it was all in vain. She looked sadly at her head, neck, hands, and feet being forcibly restrained.
.
"It looks much better this way."
Meng Han looked at the "renewed" Tang Ling in front of him with satisfaction and couldn't stop nodding.
The girl's shoulder-length hair was neatly cut off with scissors, turning it into messy and ugly short hair. Her tattered uniform was ruthlessly torn off, and she put on a flawless white dress with a print on the chest.
The number "73" is in bright red.
Like a prisoner.
Just a criminal.
The chain around her neck was pulled hard, and Tang Ling was forced to speed up her pace to catch up with them. If she slowed down a little, she would feel a tearing pain in her neck.
“Beep, beep, click—”
Tang Ling was pushed into the room violently. She fell to the ground with a bang, and the door was quickly closed. The house this time was different from the white and bright room she had lived in before. There were no lights, it was pitch black, what?
None can be seen.
Tang Ling groped for the wall, then leaned against the cold corner of the wall, curled up and hugged herself, staring blankly at the dim surroundings, a strange feeling rising in her heart.
Obviously I can't stop wailing in my heart, wanting to leave this room, taking off this bondage, wanting to escape, wanting to be free, but this surging emotion, in reality, I am just moving.
After a few moments of stiffening, he changed his position and continued to lean against the cold wall.
Tang Ling slowly closed her eyes, her sleepy breath rising.
She wishes she could dream.
She dreamed that in the old house, Qiu Yanling and Tang Yong were walking towards her with luxurious cakes. They watched her close her eyes and make a wish, and they blew out the candles with her to celebrate her ninth year.
