Volume Two, The First Floor. Doomsday Chapter 53. Zhou Ke
How could an innocent child, breathing lightly and full of vitality, smell the breath of death?
But she is no longer naive.
She spent days without seeing the light of day, tortured more and more cruelly, and was slaughtered by others. No one cared about her life or death.
If the experiment is successful, they will not applaud her, nor give her a gift like adults do to a child who has won a prize. They will just throw the dying self back into the room, wait for a while, and start a more intense experimental test.
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She had never known before that the tasteless, colorless, water-like liquid would corrode her skin and cause her severe pain. The water that smelled of bitter almonds would make her breathing difficult, causing convulsions and convulsions, and she would be on the verge of death.
The seemingly harmless flames in the past would bring a scalding heat wave close to the skin, until the skin all over the body was burned and turned brown, and the air would exude a burnt smell, mixed with a hint of barbecue aroma.
She never knew that those seemingly harmless electronic devices, when installed on her head, would emit super strong voltages, stimulating her whole body to tense up, and a numb and painful feeling continued throughout her body.
of running around.
She didn't know how long she had stayed in this pale research institute. She had long since lost consciousness of the alternation of day and night. Only occasionally, when she collapsed in a puddle of mud in the rotten and smelly room, she would suddenly recall the past.
Remembering that she has not yet arrived at this place, has not left with Meng Ling, and has not seen those terrifying zombies.
In the old house, Qiu Yanling, Tang Yong and other family members were busy celebrating her birthday. They looked at her with loving eyes and whispered "Lingling" in their soft voices.
Everything still seems like yesterday.
But she can't catch it anymore.
"No. 73, No. 73."
Tang Ling, who was still wandering around the world, suddenly heard someone shouting next to her.
No. 73, that's her serial number.
She retracted her gaze from the ceiling and turned her head to look.
It was a little boy who looked about the same age as her. He was running next to her, shouting into her ear, his eyes full of curiosity.
There is no contempt and no vigilance.
Tang Ling blinked at him with some confusion.
"Ah, I'm sorry to forget that you can't speak."
Only then did the little boy notice that Tang Ling's mouth could not speak. He moved a stool and sat next to her. He didn't care whether Tang Ling listened or not, and kept muttering: "You don't see what those people said."
It's so scary. Why are those people so afraid of you? Oh, it should be because of your appearance. Hello, my name is Zhou Ke. Don't read the number written on my clothes, 'a-66', I don't like this.
Number, so my own name is nice. Well, my own name is not very nice either. My father gave it to me because he said I killed my mother. What about you? What is your name? Oh, I forgot again.
If you can't speak anymore, then I'll call you No. 73."
very noisy.
Why does this guy still have the energy to talk so much?
Tang Ling frowned and looked at the guy next to her who was chattering non-stop. She looked up and down. He also had the same short hair and was wearing a loose white dress. His body was thin, but still a little voluptuous. His skin was fair and there was no trace of it.
scar.
Tang Ling turned her head and looked at her rough and ugly skin, pulled her sleeves to block it, and moved to one side a few times.
But this large area of scars cannot be completely covered with clothes.
Zhou Ke seemed to notice that Tang Ling was trying to cover up her ugly skin that was exposed outside her clothes. He blinked, pursed his lips, and asked softly: "It must hurt, right?"
Tang Ling was stunned and looked up at Zhou Ke. She noticed the guilty and distressed look in his eyes. She shook her head and lowered her head again.
She didn't want to see the distress in Zhou Ke's eyes.
That would only make her feel like an even more monster.
"It must be very painful. I fell in the room and howled for a long time. Oh, let me tell you, I just came to this place, and I hid from those man-eating monsters for a long time before I entered.
I came here. This place is quite nice. There is food and drink. Although doctors occasionally come to check my body and always ask me to take medicine, I feel that there is nothing wrong with me. Why do they always like it?
They asked me to take medicine, but they kept talking about defective products in front of me. Hey, they still said that I was a defective product when I was healthy. Those doctors were really weird!"
After listening to Zhou Ke's words, Tang Ling suddenly turned her head, as if she heard something ridiculous, and looked at him in disbelief, with thick emotions in her eyes.
why why why!!!
She couldn't help it any longer, and suddenly reached out to grab Zhou Ke's collar, but before she could reach it, the chain on her hand suddenly straightened, and there was a loud "ding" sound, followed by the sound of an alarm.
The door to the activity room opened, and a group of guards grabbed Tang Ling, who was struggling, and pushed her to the ground.
The scene suddenly became chaotic.
Zhou Ke stood up in horror and took several steps back. The stool had already fallen to the ground due to the sudden chaos, and the table was overturned by the guards who came over. He watched in fear as they kept struggling to catch him.
Tang Ling, her eyes flashed with great sorrow and resentment.
Her sewn mouth was squirming non-stop, making muffled sounds of "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu". The iron wire cut her mouth again because of her violent movements, and blood bled out, sliding down her chin and dripping on the ground.
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He didn't understand why Tang Ling suddenly became excited. He didn't understand whether he had said anything wrong. He just watched Tang Ling being forcibly pushed to the ground by a group of tall guards. The chains on her body kept moving.
The collision makes a crisp "clang" sound.
Then, Meng Han entered the activity room. She walked straight to Tang Ling, held down Tang Ling's head and twisted it to one side. She took out a syringe from her bag, inserted it neatly into Tang Ling's neck, and injected it.
The person who had been struggling just now gradually stopped moving. Tang Ling closed her eyes angrily and fell to the ground, motionless.
Meng Han ordered the surrounding guards to drag the unconscious Tang Ling back to her room. Then he looked at Zhou Ke, who was still in shock, and narrowed his eyes dangerously, with a bit of irritation and impatience.
She glanced down at the serial number on his body, then looked away, no longer looking at him, and then faced the experimenters who came around after hearing the news and took the other children in the activity room back to their rooms.
Zhou Ke was still immersed in the sudden chaos just now, and his beating heart could not calm down for a long time.
In addition to being frightened, he was more confused and full of doubts.
Before he could calm down, his doctor had already walked up to him and pulled him out of the activity room with a cold face.
