In a small room in Longteng Base, a strong muscular man sat quietly on a stool. Behind him stood several middle-aged men in suits, each of them holding various materials.
Watch, and the muscular man looked at the electronic screen in front of them. What was playing on it was Yang Song who was being studied and tested.
"The experimental results have come out. Yang Song's hair is no different from that of ordinary people." A man in a suit said loudly.
"Similarly, the composition of the keratin tissue on the epidermis of Yang pine is the same as that of ordinary people." Another man in a suit said.
“Yang Song’s brain waves are normal and there is no obvious
fluctuation."
"Yang Song's stool is normal and has no other components."
"Same as above, Yang Song's urine is also very normal."
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Analysis after analysis was read out in the mouth of the man in the suit behind him. The muscular man's expression remained unchanged, his thick eyebrows slightly wrinkled and said: "In other words, any experiment shows that Yang Song is a normal person?"
Several men in suits were stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "If the experiment is not wrong, it is indeed the case."
The muscular man grabbed a fried chicken leg from the cart next to him and said while eating the meat: "Assign a room to Yang Song. I need to monitor him day and night."
A man in a suit nodded and left.
"By the way, bring the body of Gao Zheng over for all the tests." The muscular man said again.
"Yes!" A man in a suit left.
The muscular man finished eating the chicken drumstick, thought for a while and said: "Arrange for the girl named Xiaorou to enter the Longteng base."
"Sir, what should I do for her?" a man in a suit asked.
"Isn't she a secretary? Let's arrange a secretary for Yang Song." The muscular man said with a strange smile.
Liu Xiao opened the door and said with a smile: "This is it. I think you are also very tired, so take a good rest."
Yang Song nodded without saying anything, and walked into the room arranged by the so-called Longteng Base. It was no different from an ordinary hotel room. It had everything it needed. The only difference was that this was not a hotel, but the biggest secret in China.
Scientific research base.
Just now, Yang Song spent the most difficult hours of his life. There were endless experiments, various tests, all kinds of crazy scientists, and there was almost no pause for a moment. There are a total of thirty scientific research areas in Longteng Base.
Twenty-eight of the scientific research areas are related to the human body. Yang Song maliciously speculated whether this research base was researching human variants and genetic mutation projects, otherwise almost all of them would not be related to human research.
Who said that scientists snatched each other's research results for scientific achievements? In Yang Song's eyes, these scientists are so united. Even after such a hard inspection of the workplace, these scientists actually drank coffee and tea for themselves.
Yang Song would never think that they were doing it for his own good. You must know that tea and coffee are drinks that keep the mind clear.
Liu Xiao may not know this, because after several hours of research, this dedicated base leader has been following the entire process and never leaving. If he hadn't been watching by his side, Yang Song believed that those crazy scientists would probably
I cut off a few pieces of meat from my body to study, because they took away almost everything I could except those pieces of meat.
Liu Xiao, who had worked so hard, had a look of exhaustion on his face. He had suffered a lot in order to follow Yang Song, but Yang Song, the subject of the experiment, was still in high spirits, and the coffee and tea were very helpful.
Lying on the bed, Yang Song stretched out his hand and opened it to take a look. His nails were cut almost to the edge of his vagina. The scientists very carefully helped him to cut off all the nails that could be cut, which made him accustomed to leaving a few nails.
Yang Song was very uncomfortable.
And Yang Song didn't know that there were hundreds of cameras installed in this room, and they were all the most hidden cameras. Even the details of Yang Song's bathing could not be hidden from those who were monitoring him, and because he himself
For reasons that are too mysterious, every action will be analyzed by someone. Just by looking at his fingers just now, a detailed piece of information was put into the folder.
Yang Song was so excited that he couldn't sleep at all, so he wanted to turn on the computer and surf the Internet. Only then did he realize that the network cable in this room had been cut long ago. It seemed that people in the base didn't want him to communicate with the outside world at all, and Yang Song didn't have a mobile phone.
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"Damn it." Yang Song was a little angry. He even restricted his communication with the outside world. So what's the difference between this and imprisonment? This was not what he wanted at all. Even if he had known that he would receive this kind of treatment, what he really faced was
At that time, he still couldn't help but grabbed the computer and smashed it in the toilet.
The muscular man who walked out of the small room wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth and came to a larger room. There were hundreds of computers in this room, and the most conspicuous wall was hundreds of small video combinations.
The huge screen turned out to be a control room.
"Yang Song's mood is a bit unstable." A man walked up to the muscular man and said.
"Then let him be more stable, send someone to ask his opinion on the Gao Zheng incident, and call that Xiaorou over." The muscular man said with a smile.
Soon, a man in a suit and sunglasses came to Yang Song's door, knocked on the door and said: "Hello, Mr. Yang, I am the person in charge sent by the base. I want to confirm some relevant matters with you."
Yang Song opened the door and said, "If you have anything to say, please tell me."
"This is not a suitable place to talk. Can I come in?" the man in sunglasses said with a smile.
Yang Song looked at the man in sunglasses coldly. Not long after he smashed the computer, someone came over. It was obvious that someone was monitoring him. To confirm the incident with him, he only needed to enter his room. He was almost sure.
There must be a surveillance camera in this room.
It's just that they are too arrogant, are they blatantly monitoring themselves? Yang Song sneered in his heart and said: "Okay."
The man in sunglasses walked in without even looking at the smashed toilet door. He smiled and said, "Then I'm going to ask?"
"Tell me." Yang Song sat on the bed and said coldly. He was not going to tell these people anything.
"Did you kill Gao Zheng?" the man in sunglasses said with a smile.
Yang Song shook his head and said, "I didn't kill him."
"Then what do you want to say about his death?" the man in sunglasses said.
"No." Yang Song said.
"According to the intelligence, you knew about Gao Zheng's death as early as in your dream. Is this true?" said the man in sunglasses.
"Yes." Yang Song nodded.
The man in sunglasses didn't get any useful information from Yang Song, but he didn't have any dissatisfaction and left here very politely.
Standing alone in the room, Yang Song looked at the room coldly. He was very dissatisfied with everything here. He was looking for something on the table with his hands. He wanted to find something with the right weight, right quality and right size.
things, and then decorate this room properly.
The desk lamp was too light, the stool was too big, and the ashtray was too small. Yang Song thought it would be more convenient to remove the bed board.
While Yang Song was thinking about how to completely destroy the room, there was another knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Yang Song was a little impatient. Are these people really not going to give him any peace?
"It's me..." A slightly shy voice came from outside the door, so soft that Yang Song thought it sounded familiar.
After being stunned for a while, Yang Song thought of the beautiful secretary wearing black stockings who always held a notebook in her hand. He quickly opened the door, and it was indeed Xiaorou who appeared in front of him.
"Didn't you leave with Mr. Zheng?" Yang Song said blankly.
"Mr. Zheng is worried about you...call me here, and I am also your secretary now." Xiaorou bit her lip and said.
Yang Song was speechless, did he need a secretary? He didn't think so, but he would never dislike a beautiful secretary, so he opened the door and said, "Come in."
"Is this the accommodation arranged for you by the base?" Xiaorou glanced at the smashed toilet and smiled.
Yang Song smiled awkwardly, deliberately sat on the half-dismantled bed board, and said, "Yes, it looks good, right?"
In the monitoring room, the muscular man looked at the screen with a slight smile and said: "For an anxious, young man, a beautiful girl is always a good way to calm him down."