Volume Two, The First Floor. Doomsday Chapter 58. Tang Ling's Anger
"Have you heard? Meng Han has been dismissed from his post."
"Oh? That idiot finally killed himself?"
"I don't know the specifics, but it seems that the experimental subjects under her went on a rampage and killed several people."
"So serious? How come that woman wasn't killed by the experimental subjects under her hands? What a pity."
"Hahaha, you are too bad!"
The two employees who had finished recording the experiment were discussing loudly in the corridor, bursting into laughter from time to time. One of them suddenly said as if he remembered something: "By the way, today it seems that the experimental subject is being transported to the upper level for research."
"How dare you use such dangerous things?"
"I don't know. It seems that that person is particularly interested in that experimental subject."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that one is really perverted."
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"Click——"
The white glass hatch slowly opened, and the child lying inside still had his eyes closed, his face was gentle, his chest was rising and falling regularly, and he was still asleep.
The doctor who opened the hatch wore milky white rubber gloves, raised one arm of the sleeping man, took out a syringe, slowly inserted it into the flesh of the arm, and poured out the blue liquid in the syringe bit by bit.
Injected into it.
As soon as the needle was pulled out, the person who was still sleeping suddenly opened her eyes, her chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes suddenly widened, as if they were about to bulge out, and a long drought brought nectar, bursting out with a fierce will to live.
"Breathe slowly, breathe slowly, calm down, yes."
The doctor held down the person's anxiously raised body, patted her shoulders regularly, and adjusted the person's restless mood with a gentle tone. He shifted his gaze and looked at the person's appearance, looking at her naked body.
There were pitted scars on the outer skin, and a few emotions flashed in his eyes.
This familiar ferocious face is none other than Tang Ling.
Following the doctor's instructions, Tang Ling gradually regained her composure. Her chaotic consciousness gradually returned. After she was fully awake, looking at the familiar ceiling and the familiar doctor's appearance, the emotions in Tang Ling's eyes quickly settled down. Once again,
The numbness returned, and the inexplicable expectation in my heart cooled down.
She sneered secretly.
Yes, why does she feel like she has left this place?
It's just a change from one place to another.
It's a new torture.
Tang Ling didn't say a word and allowed the doctor to take her out of the glass cabin. Then the guards swarmed up and the familiar chains were once again fastened to her body. The chains carrying several kilograms followed them to the laboratory for testing.
Body checkup.
"It's the one that killed people..."
People around were whispering. They gathered together and looked at Tang Ling up and down with the same eyes. They looked at the scars on her body with disgust and contempt, looked at the chains wrapped around her body and gloated about her misfortune. All kinds of emotions piled up on Tang Ling's body.
.
They turned into invisible hands and rushed towards Tang Ling, dragging and pulling her unscrupulously, imprisoning her movements, choking her breathing, and forcefully pulling her into the boundless darkness.
Everyone knows that this experimental subject killed people.
Their hypocritical humanity and self-centered kindness were once again awakened in Tang Ling.
They can attack and abuse her as much as they want.
Because she killed someone.
"Run! Run!"
In the empty room, Zhou Ke cried desperately, he shouted one after another.
Zhao Qingsong thought he was imagining that he could escape. Only Tang Ling, who was lying under the bed, knew that his shouts were meant for her.
No. 73! Run!
The mutant's physique is different from that of ordinary humans. Tang Ling's vision can clearly see the things around her in the dark.
She saw the disgusting face of Zhao Qingsong who was pressing on Zhou Ke. The more Zhou Ke screamed, the more violent he became.
It was a crazy monster that was devouring Zhou Ke completely bit by bit. It was tearing apart his flesh and blood crazily, biting and eating every inch of his bones.
The bruised Zhou Ke's head was facing toward her, and his eyes were unfocused, but Tang Ling knew that he was looking at her. Zhou Ke, who was already a little unconscious, moved his lips and kept muttering: "Run quickly."
, run quickly."
"No. 73, are you unhappy every day?"
In the activity room, Zhou Ke sat next to Tang Ling, tilting his head and asking Tang Ling, and then he said to himself: "I will definitely be unhappy, my body hurts so much."
Zhou Ke reached out and grabbed Tang Ling's hand, gently stroking her ugly scars that could not be erased. Zhou Ke pursed his lips, leaned into Tang Ling's ear, and whispered: "No. 73, I really hope you can leave.
Here, go to a place that makes you happy."
At that time, Zhou Ke was sitting on a stool, gently touching her scars that he hated, and uttering his blessings to her, with a sincere kindness on his fair face.
There was a box of matches in Tang Ling's heart. She tried to light them countless times. The sandpaper was rubbed off by all the matches and the sticks were broken when she pressed them, but she never succeeded. But when she lit the last time, a weak spark rose, and no matter how hard she tried to light it,
Carefully, it fell on her body, and it burned more and more fiercely. She could only hear the crackling sound and the scorching temperature, which penetrated her whole body bit by bit.
When Meng Ling pushed her out of the car, she was scared and panicked. When she was put into the isolation room, she was confused and scared. When she was subjected to all kinds of inhumane torture, she was numb and desperate.
But now, she felt angry.
It was an exciting emotion, accompanied by rising power, constantly rushing through Tang Ling's body, looking for a breakthrough.
In the end, Tang Ling, whose movements were restricted by that strange fragrance, finally broke through that barrier.
She stood up in a flash and brought down the wooden bed above her. Facing the person who was still immersed in desire, Tang Ling suddenly flashed in front of him, and the chain on her hand followed the punch that she swung out.
The piece broke apart, pierced the air, and hit Zhao Qingsong in the face.
This punch brought with it Tang Ling's overwhelming anger and finally inspired resistance to the dark abuse of this laboratory. All emotions were wrapped up in this moment.
Zhao Qingsong was knocked to the side by Tang Ling's all-out punch, and fell to the ground in a helter-skelter manner. His mind was still dizzy from the whirlpool of desire, and he touched his face in confusion.
The swelling gradually swelled up.
"hiss!"
Si Ma's pain gradually became clearer, and Zhao Qingsong finally realized what he had experienced just now. He raised his head, looked at Tang Ling not far away sinisterly, and spat out the blood in his mouth with some excitement.
It's very good. It's indeed a top-quality product. Its energy is much richer than that of the little devil just now.
Zhao Qingsong calmly lifted up his pants, fastened his belt, took out the knife on his belt, and pointed it at Tang Ling in front of him.
