Volume Two, The First Floor. Doomsday Chapter Sixty-Five. July 22
"boom!"
The knife was thrown far away, inserted straight into the wall, and stood there firmly.
Meng Ling flew out, hit the wall, and slid along the wall to the ground. She couldn't get up for a long time. Her eyes widened and she looked at Tang Ling who stood up in front of her in disbelief.
Surrounded by light blue fluorescence, the chopped off hands were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The skin and flesh were continuously connected and regenerated as if performing magic, and finally five fingers grew.
All the iron wires on Tang Ling's mouth were broken, and the bloody wounds began to heal continuously. Not only that, the wounds where she once felt inferior were also beginning to change. The scab-like shells dried and peeled off, revealing the white and tender inside.
skin.
Tang Ling's whole figure seemed to have received a sacred baptism and was completely renewed.
The only difference was that her eyes were now scarlet, staring closely at Meng Ling who was lying on the ground, without any emotion, as if she were looking at a corpse.
Staring at those scarlet eyes, Meng Ling felt a cold feeling on her back. Her body began to tremble involuntarily, and for the first time, a strange fear arose in her heart.
She was uncontrollably afraid of Tang Ling in front of her.
Tang Ling, who had clearly fallen at her feet just now, was unable to fight back.
In the end what happened?
Tang Ling raised her feet and stepped over the chain that had fallen to the ground. She slowly approached Meng Ling step by step, with no emotion on her calm face.
"Don't, don't come over!"
Meng Ling's cold sweat was dripping down her forehead. She was trembling and wanted to move back, but the cold wall behind her gave her no chance to move back.
"I told you not to come over!"
Meng Ling couldn't control herself anymore and screamed out in shock, but before she could speak again, her throat tightened, as if she was being strangled by a rope, suffocating her, and she couldn't make a sound at all. Meng Ling stretched out her hand in fear and pulled the button
On her own neck, streaks of blood were prominently displayed on her neck because of her forceful pulling, but it still could not relieve Meng Ling's deepening feeling of suffocation.
Meng Ling's eyes widened. She felt like her whole body was like a balloon that was constantly being inflated. She could clearly see that her hands were getting more and more swollen. Then, her eyes became swollen.
His face was squeezed and sunk into his flesh, and nothing could be seen.
Meng Ling's body continued to expand and expand until there was no room left to expand, just like an over-inflated balloon. Due to the influence of air pressure, one stimulus, bang!
Meng Ling's body exploded completely, body parts flying everywhere, blood covering the entire corridor, and the incandescent lights on the ceiling were unfortunately damaged and stained with disgusting filth.
Tang Ling's whole body was dirty from the residue of Meng Ling's body. She stood quietly, still looking at the only clean place where Meng Ling had just been.
Then, Tang Ling's whole body swayed, her eyes closed, and she fell back.
The slender figure stretched out his hand to support Tang Ling's fallen body. He stretched out his hand and gently wiped off the dirt on Tang Ling's face. Looking at her sleepy face, he said to someone: "Success."
"Bai Lu, is that monster really reliable?"
Muka sat in front of the table, looked at Bai Lu who was looking expectantly at the door, and asked.
"Sure! I believe Tang Ling!"
Although she said this, Bai Lu gradually lost confidence. Since Tang Ling was called out of the activity room last time, they had never seen Tang Ling in the activity room again, and she also tried to go to the library again.
I looked for Tang Ling, but there was no sign of her. The doctors around me stopped discussing the news about Tang Ling, and their training slowly returned to the original state. Everyone stopped paying attention to the news about Tang Ling.
Tang Ling seemed to have disappeared.
"Probably dead."
Lu Xiu was snapping his fingers at the side, and the fire in his hand rose and went out.
"Lucius!"
Bai Lu yelled at Lu Xiu angrily.
"Leave her alone. No matter what, there is only one chance. There is no need to change our plans because of a stranger."
Lu Xiu glanced at Bai Lu, put away the flame in his hand, sat up straight, and said seriously to his companions around him. This was actually meant for Bai Lu alone.
Bai Lu sat in her seat and stopped talking. She clenched her fists, pursed her lips, and calmed herself down.
Bai Lu never doubted her own judgment. Her talent for mental power would always bring her unexpected benefits. Her mental power was like her companion. She had saved her life many times between life and death. She
I absolutely do not believe that my mental power will fail, and it is impossible for it to guide its hypnotic experimenters to risk their lives for no reason, just to meet a useless experimental subject.
But now, Bai Lu has begun to doubt her own mental power. Why has things turned out like this now? Is it really that her mental power perception is wrong?
Is it just an accident where Tang Ling lost control of her mental power?
Bai Lu had no way of knowing, but she was still unwilling to give up just like that. After all, when she first met Tang Ling, she intentionally or unintentionally manipulated her mental power to peek into Tang Ling's heart, but she couldn't see anything.
That was the first experimental subject whose heart she couldn't peer into.
There are only two types of people she can't peek into.
Either he is dead, or that person is several times more powerful than you.
Tang Ling, you must not let me down!
Bai Lu looked at the door of the activity room again, expecting that familiar figure to appear again, but the door was still closed tightly. Bai Lu sighed, retracted his gaze, and sat back
He returned to his original position and listened to Chen Qi and Mu Ka's usual noisy fight.
Lu Xiu on the side saw Bai Lu's change in his eyes. Some emotions flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything. He continued to snap his fingers, and the fire in his hand rose and went out.
All life is as usual. The researchers are handling the instruments in their hands, tying up the struggling experimental subjects next to them and continuing to do the same experimental content day after day. Each experimental subject still experiences three-point and one-line life, rooms, and experiments.
Room, free activity room, with a tired body fantasizing about happiness in the dark, everything is as usual, no change.
Until the day of July 22nd comes.
"beep--"
After all the experimental subjects returned to their respective rooms and began to enter their rest time, the researchers finished their day's report, twisted their bodies with back pain, and fell asleep with exhaustion, the alarm sounded throughout the laboratory
