The half-meter-thick steel door slowly opened, and the sound of metal friction from the mechanical wheels echoed in the darkness. The figure of the wheelchair-bound person disappeared. There was no magic crystal lamp here, nor any guarding eyes.
The strange patterns on the surface of the steel door emit a ghostly light. If Boom were here at this moment, he would be surprised that it is somewhat similar to the space system magic circle.
Ten giant glass containers more than seven meters high, ten corpses soaked in them, ten sets of weird life support devices, and ten faces that have long been bloodless.
The biggest secret of the wheelchair man is hidden here, so no one except himself can approach this steel door, not even his wife and cronies.
The man in the wheelchair moved to the nearest giant glass container. While observing the monitoring records in his hand, he personally replaced the magic crystal that maintained its normal operation. The upper body of the "corpse" inside showed an extreme atrophy, while the lower body was in a state of extreme atrophy.
It has four pairs of legs and feet, as weird as a human-faced spider.
The creaking sound echoed again, and the "corpse" in the second giant glass container was completely opposite. Those arms were stagnant in the light green liquid, as if the meaning of their existence was to be taken at any time, just like the mature ones.
Loofah. And this is indeed the case, at least the wounds remaining at the roots confirm this conjecture.
The liquid in the third giant glass container is milky white, and the chest cavity of the "corpse" inside is turned out, and the sternums in a group of two are eerie. If there are standards for bones, then these sternums are impeccable.
The handicrafts are exquisite and identical.
The fourth giant glass container is like a mini version of a blue lake, and the spines are like weeping willows on the shore of the lake. The nerves are branches and leaves, and the slightly bent angle is just right. The "corpse" inside is curled all year round.
, and those spines growing out of the back are like new shoots sprouting from the ground.
The "corpse" of the fifth giant glass container looks like a pile of mud, but countless muscles and muscles are arched out of the mud. These things are actually "ligaments", but the number is far more than "one person"
The amount that should have been there is more like all the nutrients have been converted into "ligaments".
Inside the sixth giant glass container are pieces of "skin", which rotate slowly like jellyfish, complete and very suitable. The so-called "skin bag" is just the last line of defense for many people, or a layer that isolates the body from the outside world.
kind of protection.
There are dozens of pairs of "ears" floating in the seventh giant glass container. They are circling and swimming like swallows, while the "corpse" as the source lies quietly at the bottom, only connected by blood vessels with a thickness of three centimeters.
Those "swallow fish" are like balloons tied with strings.
The "corpse" in the eighth glass container is very disgusting. Its skin is densely covered with nearly a hundred teeth. Although each of them is flawless when taken out individually, when gathered together, they look like garbage in a dark alley.
The bugs around the barrel will turn away after just one glance.
The ninth giant glass container is even more difficult to look directly at. Two vine-like creatures are covered with eyeballs, and their roots have long been fused with the eye sockets of the "corpse". If anyone is also in the secret room at this moment, they will definitely
You will realize that those eyeballs are exactly the same as those of a person in a wheelchair.
The last giant glass container contains a mess of organs, a very rhythmic heart, relaxed lungs, worm-like esophagus and trachea, and square muscles and fat. They have been soaked in magic potions all year round, waiting to be destroyed.
Take out and use.
After carefully recording the situation in each giant container, the man in the wheelchair moved to the corner with a smile on his face. These ten glass containers were his most powerful trump card, and they made him fearless of anything.
The reliance of risk. Through countless experiments in the past hundred years, it can be said that as long as it still has a breath, it can be infinitely "reborn".
But precisely because of this, there is only one weakness left for the person in the wheelchair, and that is the brain. Thoughts cannot be inherited, let alone stored. Fortunately, the skull of the person in the wheelchair is full of those mysteries.
It is estimated that only the most powerful person can destroy the pattern, and the prerequisite is to know this inconspicuous fatal weakness.
The ten giant glass containers in this secret room are warehouses for substitute bodies of people in wheelchairs. These ten corpses have been imprisoned for decades, but the most terrifying thing is that they know that even today
He has not died, and still retains a trace of consciousness, but he can no longer put up any resistance.
Although they have never seen their appearance with their own eyes, they know in their hearts that their appearance is probably not much better. Their only thought in life is to hope to die as soon as possible and get rid of this endless torture and suffering as soon as possible.
.
Skin, muscles, bones, digestive system, respiratory system, circulatory system, nervous system, visual system, auditory system. They don’t know why the parts that should belong to their bodies have been stripped away, and they will not suffer any harm from it.
Damage.
They don't know since when they can't sense the temperature and sceneries of the outside world, or in other words, except for thinking, everything can only be guessed out of thin air. "Blurred", "chaotic", the concept of time has long disappeared, and they hate that they still maintain
Reason also suffers from pain and despair.
There is no pain or discomfort at all, and the feeling is still the same as before, so every time they are missing something, they can truly know it. However, they have never had the right to refuse, as if they are just a heart planted in a clay pot.
For ornamental objects, the owner can water and fertilize them every day, take good care of them, or cut them off at the waist, it all depends on preference.
What exists in this secret room is not the favor of the gods, nor the powerful aura of magic or fighting spirit, but the result of experiments after countless failures. The last piece of monitoring recording paper was placed on the table.
The man in the wheelchair moved away expressionlessly, and the steel door quickly closed.
The monthly regular monitoring results are still as normal, but perhaps for the wheelchair man, the fact that there is no change now is the greatest achievement. The guards watched him disappear, and a vague wailing came from a secret room again.
The sound emitted by the other secret room is the sound of the solution flowing.
In the spider web directly above the magic crystal lamp, a silver thread glowed and slowly stretched. However, this little guy eventually turned into ashes, and in the end, he could not peek into the scene inside the steel door.
"Freedom" is the appearance of "freedom", and the way of "freedom" is far inferior to "freedom". But in any case, the premise of everything is that one can control one's own destiny. If a person does not even have the strength to tighten the sling,
No, then there is no need to expect to end your life in this way.
It's so quiet that time freezes, and it's so dark that you can't tell the direction. The wailing people long for sharp blades to cut their throats, while the "corpses" soaked in magic potion hope that they can die in the next second.
But what is desperate is that all of them will remain as they are at this moment, until the man in the wheelchair finds a new experimental subject, or something that can replace them.