Volume Two, The First Floor. Doom Chapter 78. The End of the First Floor
In fact, Tang Ling had already begun to doubt whether her and Lu Xiu's escape plan was really reliable when she was underground. The doubts in her heart gradually amplified as her companions died one after another, and everyone died.
As if it was deliberately arranged, everyone died due to weaknesses related to their abilities. Will it be Tang Ling's turn next?
Tang Ling didn't know that because she had never died, she could not die. This was her characteristic. Even if she was tortured to the point of being deformed, she would still recover as before in the shortest possible time.
Tang Ling thought about many of the masterminds behind the scenes, whether it was Meng Han, whether it was Meng Ling, whether it was other people in power at the top. She thought about many possibilities and went through various eliminations.
Law, the suspicion of the only remaining person is slowly increasing.
Every time doubts arose in her heart, Tang Ling suppressed them subconsciously. The man who taught her many things, the man she respected immensely, the man she regarded as family, she didn't want to believe the fact that he was a bad person.
Now, that voice sounded behind him. It was his unique voice like a gentle breeze. It was very cold, but it brought warmth to Tang Ling.
In the world filled with yellow sand, Tang Ling didn't even have the courage to turn around. She was so sad, as if she was in an endless desert. She hadn't eaten for a long time. When she was tired, sleepy, and dying, she finally saw an oasis.
, brought me so much water and fruits, saved myself, and just handed over the trust under my vigilant shell to the oasis. The next second, I discovered that all this was just my last fantasy before my death.
"You must escape."
The young man swore to himself that he was the one who saved her many times when she had no idea of escaping and was sinking.
Tang Ling's eyes were a little sour, but in this dry space, the harsh wind blew away the moisture in her eyes. Tang Ling hesitated, and the person behind her was not in a hurry, quietly waiting for her to turn around, cruelly
He watched her collapse again.
The wind suddenly stopped whistling at a certain moment, and the surroundings blurred by the wind and sand gradually became clearer. At this moment, there was no noise of yellow sand in the air, but the air he breathed was still so rough. Tang Ling slowly moved her steps and turned around.
She turned around and saw someone not far behind her.
No, it must not be him.
No matter who you are, you don’t want to believe that the benchmark you longed for is just a false illusion. The pain caused by that huge gap is really unbearable.
Tang Ling's eyes followed the desert, and finally turned around and saw that familiar figure that she hadn't seen for a long time, standing not far from her, with the gun in his hand pointed at her.
Tang Ling didn't even cry. She just stood there blankly, looking at the young man. He was still wearing the clothes he wore when he last saw her, the same casual clothes that were incompatible with the laboratory.
His eyes still showed the indifference that Tang Ling had seen at first, and the dark muzzle of the gun in his hand was locked directly on him.
Anyone can, really, Tang Ling can accept whoever stands behind Tang Ling, anyone can, anyone can, but why should it be the person she relies on the most?
Tang Ling couldn't bear to face it. She didn't want it to be this person. This person she had been with for a short time, but taught her many things. He taught herself how to become strong and taught herself not to give up on herself. He told herself that she must not give up hope.
To leave here, he gave her hope.
So is this hope just false?
"Why?"
"This is a test." The young man said, "I am the commander-in-chief at the top. You experimental subjects have indeed been transformed by us and have superior capabilities. However, you lack actual combat experience. I designed this test."
The purpose of the experimental subject escape plan is to test your potential, and all the information you learned was told to you intentionally by me."
The young man cleared his throat and stopped talking, because Tang Ling's mood became increasingly unstable during the interview.
What he didn't say was that the chaos this time was indeed real, and most of the employees in the laboratory really died. There were big loopholes inside the laboratory. Ordinary employees began to be dissatisfied with their powers, and senior officials
More and more people began to covet the power, and more and more people began to look uglier. They began to fight each other for a little bit of unwarranted power and desire. Everyone wanted to be the owner of that piece of cake.
What happened to Meng Han earlier was a reminder. The higher-ups issued an order to the young man to devise a plan to kill those disobedient dogs. The young man also used this chaos to test the abilities of Tang Ling and the others, so he estimated
Let Bai Lu know a small part of their plan, and also deliberately induce her to recruit Tang Ling to join the gang. For him, this is the best of both worlds.
Tang Ling felt that her chest hurt so much that her whole body began to feel paralyzed. Her breathing began to become sluggish. It was different from the sudden anger when Zhou Ke died, nor was it the sacrifice of Lu Xiu and others.
That kind of mourning, she was now wrapped in an invisible pain, which made the tip of her nose constantly sore, but she still couldn't cry.
Tang Ling didn't understand how she felt now, but she thought of a word she had seen in a book before - betrayal.
She was betrayed by the young man. Although it was not particularly appropriate to say this, she really felt very sad.
Tang Ling couldn't bear it any longer, she collapsed and howled miserably at the young man, her eyes instantly turned red.
The young man still had that calm look, but where Tang Ling couldn't see, there was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. He moved his finger towards the trigger and slowly began to curl his finger.
Tang Ling watched angrily as the young man slowly pulled the trigger, with a bit of disdain in her eyes.
This ordinary gun cannot kill her.
"Yeah?"
As if he understood Tang Ling's inner thoughts, the young man asked quietly, with a strange smile on his lips, and then moved his fingers slightly.
"boom!"
With a gunshot, the bullet hit Tang Ling's chest. She fell backward uncontrollably and lay on the ground. Then, scarlet blood began to spread from her wound, turning a large area of white clothes red.
Tang Ling's chest pain was so painful that she couldn't help but breathe rapidly. This time, unlike before, the small light spots in her body did not appear due to her injuries. Tang Ling felt that her body was getting stronger and stronger.
It was getting colder and colder, and the breath of death was constantly devouring her.
Is she going to die?
How could she die?
Tang Ling began to feel at a loss. Her eyes were full of fear and unwillingness. She was afraid, she didn't want to die, and she hadn't seen the blue sky yet.
Tang Ling trembled and slowly stretched out her hand toward the sky that was blurring in her sight. Although the weather was still bad, Tang Ling still tried her best to raise her hand.
Her blue sky...
Finally, that slender and weak hand could no longer bear it, lost its strength, and fell into the boundless yellow sand.
The young man slowly walked to Tang Ling's body, squatted down, gently covered her dead eyes with his hands, looked at the desolate scene around him, and said to himself: "It's finally over."
