Volume Two, The First Floor. Doomsday Chapter 52. Letting Others Slaughter
Without any resistance, Tang Ling supported her body in severe pain and stood up with difficulty. Before she could stabilize her body, the chain around her neck was dragged hard, causing pain.
Tang Ling, who couldn't stop coughing, raised her head and stared at the extremely arrogant doctor in front of her with her empty eyes.
"What are you looking at! You're still not convinced, are you?"
Young people who are young and arrogant always like to seek the pleasure of conquering something. At least in this child who has no power to fight back, the young doctor gets a great sense of satisfaction.
He enjoyed the superiority of being in a high position and having the power to control everything today.
The young doctor sneered. Facing the admiring looks of the guards around him, he continued to pull the chain around Tang Ling's neck and pressed the controller in his hand.
Even though Tang Ling was glaring at him fiercely now, he knew she wouldn't resist at all.
What the experimenters at the old institute told him turned out to be true.
No wonder all doctors are rushing to control this monster.
What an obedient guy.
"Okay, stop making trouble."
The older doctor on the side watched the smile on his companion's face become more and more proud, and he was about to play with the controller in his hand. After he finished torturing Tang Ling, he seriously ordered him to stop his fun.
The young doctor was still not satisfied and handed the controller back to the older doctor. He straightened his face and apologized, but the interest in his eyes had not dissipated.
When the farce ended, a group of people dragged the dying Tang Ling away.
"Um?"
At the door of room B-15, Meng Ling, who had been waiting against the wall for a long time, noticed the doctors and guards in the corridor on the other side, as well as Tang Ling, who was surrounded by them and dragged away.
"Click——"
Before Meng Ling could take another look, the door to the side opened. Zhao Qingsong lifted his pants, moved his arms, and walked out lazily. He saw Meng Ling staring at one place and asked: "What are you looking at?"
Woolen cloth?"
Looking along the line of sight, I happened to see Tang Ling among a group of guards.
The desire that had just dropped suddenly rose again at this moment. Zhao Qingsong stroked the tangled beard on his chin and made a frivolous tut sound with his tongue against his teeth. He leaned against Meng Ling's body with his shoulder and squinted.
Squinting his eyes, he asked curiously: "Hey, who is that over there? Such a big battle?"
"Tang Ling, the child I picked up before."
Meng Ling withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Zhao Qingsong. Seeing him looking ready to make a move, she felt disgusted in her heart. She warned him in a low voice: "Put away those evil thoughts of yours. You can't move her now."
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"She is so beautiful."
Zhao Qingsong looked at Tang Ling's figure infatuatedly, until she could no longer be seen after leaving the corridor, then he looked back with lingering interest, and said aftertaste: "This is more stunning than anyone I have seen before."
Licking his yellowed teeth, Zhao Qingsong looked at Meng Ling next to him with a disgusted look on his face. He smiled and asked with a smile: "Meng Ling, you said..."
"Don't even think about it."
Before Zhao Qingsong could finish speaking, Meng Ling refuted him coldly, feeling even more disgusted with Zhao Qingsong in her heart.
At first, she was interested in Zhao Qingsong's abilities, so she turned a blind eye to his nasty and perverted preferences. Her repeated forbearance was not a reason for him to become more unscrupulous.
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If he wanted Tang Ling before, she would never say anything, but after chatting with Meng Han, she also understood the importance of Tang Ling to their group of experimenters. If she was ruined by Zhao Qingsong,
Those lunatics must not kill them both.
When Zhao Qingsong saw that Meng Ling was not agreeing casually as usual, but staring at him sinisterly, he quickly raised his hands, shrugged and replied: "Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore, I don't think about it anymore.
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However, only Zhao Qingsong himself knows whether this promise is sincere or false.
Seeing that Zhao Qingsong no longer fantasizes about Tang Ling, Meng Ling snorted coldly and dragged him out of Area B.
On the way to leave, Meng Ling recalled Tang Ling's appearance just now, and felt even more contempt in her heart.
That group of lunatics really had double standards. They said they should treat the experimental subjects well. Except for the researchers, no one else was allowed to harm or even kill the experimental subjects in any way without permission.
Thinking of Tang Ling's appearance just now, there was not a single good thing about her body. These lunatics were really cruel.
However, isn't she the same? She is the main culprit for Tang Ling's appearance.
Meng Ling raised the corners of her mouth and smiled with satisfaction. Regarding Tang Ling's current miserable situation, she would not suddenly have any conscience and sympathize with her.
After all, she was the one who chose to follow her, wasn't she?
“Didi, click——”
The door to the activity room opened, and the originally noisy activity room suddenly fell silent.
In a small space, a group of children dressed in white turned their heads and stared quietly at Tang Ling who walked in surrounded by guards and doctors.
The older doctor placed her next to a table in the corner, skillfully installed the chain on her body into the slot on the wall, fixed it, sealed it, and then left with the rest of the staff.
Tang Ling sat quietly on the stool, accepting the various looks from all the children.
Contemptuous, fearful, mocking, theatergoer.
This kind of scene has been happening every week for two months at a fixed time.
Tang Ling slowly raised her hand. Following her movements, everyone around her looked defensive. She pursed her lips, hugged her cold helmet, lifted it up, and took a deep breath.
Disinfectant smells unpleasant.
Tang Ling frowned, put the helmet on her lap, and gently stroked the cold.
She was not in a position to be picky about the smell of the air. After all, compared with the disgusting smell in her room, the smell of disinfectant was already quite refreshing.
Only at this time can she breathe normal air.
Seeing that Tang Ling didn't move any more, the children around him scattered around again. They carefully watched Tang Ling's every move and whispered to each other. They all stayed away from Tang Ling calmly.
"That freak...", "Look at her...", "She's so pitiful..."
In this case, I don’t know why, but Tang Ling’s ears have been inseparable.
Tang Ling leaned against the cold wall, looking at the incandescent light above her head, with an imperceptible sadness in her empty eyes.
The initial experimental stage is the most painful.
At that time, she was howling on the experimental machine every day, until her voice became hoarse, and finally she could no longer make any sound. She looked expectantly at the group of people around her, who were wearing masks and holding pens and paper.
She begged people who recorded her every move in detail to save her.
