Yan Yue smiled: "Do you want to escape? Yan Luyi?"
Yan Lu Yi said: "Aren't you talking nonsense?"
Yan Yue said: "If you think I'm talking nonsense, that's fine. But I'm afraid you don't think so."
Yan Luyi asked: "What the hell? I don't understand what you are saying."
Yan Yue laughed, turned around and walked out of her room. Yan Luyi followed him like a follower and kept asking: "Where are we going? What do we need to prepare? The outside door is locked, how can we get out?"
"
Yan Yue said: "Don't be too hasty. Before escaping, I hope you can fully understand your current situation."
He took Yan Luyi back to his bedroom. The computer screen on the table was on, with many windows tiled across it. Most of the content was a line of foreign code, which Yan Luyi couldn't understand at all.
Yan Yue sat down on his own and started typing on the keyboard. Yan Luyi wanted to move a folding chair and sit down, but Yan Yue said: "Moving a chair is easy to make noise, and you have to put it back in a while. So.
Just stand and watch. Anyway, you won't be exhausted if you stand for a little longer."
Yan Luyi said, "Can you stop being so annoying when you talk?"
Yan Yue rolled his eyes and said to her: "No."
Yan Luyi: "..."
She unconsciously started thinking about that dream again.
Isn’t the contrast too great?
A video began to play on the computer screen. A group of people who looked like doctors in white coats gathered around an operating bed.
The glossy leather restraints on the operating bed tightly bound a young man.
His upper body clothes had been stripped off, exposing his well-proportioned body. The video was of high definition, so Yan Luyi could see many strange scars on his body - very regular, like comparing them with a ruler and compass.
Engraved.
The scars were obviously very deep and the ugly stitches left during the sutures could be seen.
Several doctors were whispering to each other, using a foreign language. Yan Luyi couldn't understand, so he asked Yan Yue, "What are these people talking about?"
Yan Yuedao: “A lot of professional medical terminology is used to discuss the targeted transfer plan for special physiques.”
Yan Luyi asked: "What do you mean?"
Yan Yue said: "Keep watching."
A metal tray containing many medical equipment was presented, and a man in a white coat with a mustache picked up a scalpel that shone with cold light.
He made a few gestures with his fingers on the man on the bed. Everyone else nodded. Two people came forward and inserted a long, white and soft rubber-textured belt into the man's mouth. They used the machine on the operating table to insert it into his mouth.
The sides of the head are fixed.
This was clearly uncomfortable. The man opened his eyes.
Yan Luyi lost his voice and asked: "He... is he awake?"
Yan Yue said: "Do you need to ask an additional question about the things that are clearly in front of you?"
Yan Luyi didn't want to talk to him anymore and looked at the computer screen quietly.
The man saw the scalpel in the mustache's hand, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his expression turned to horror.
But the faces of the gowned men in the room all had smiles on their faces. The man on the bed struggled. But the restraint belt prevented him from moving at all, and only his right leg could twitch twice with a comical amplitude.
There were several laughs in the laboratory, and the two people who had just stuffed things into his mouth stepped forward again, one pressed and the other tightened the restraints on his right leg.
Completely unable to move.
The researcher with a mustache moved the tip of the knife to the lower side of the man's left rib. His wrist sank, and the blade penetrated about half an inch into the man's body, and a line of bright red blood gushed out.
The only free thing in a man's body is his eyes. Yan Luyi looked at his pupils, almost trembling in his eye sockets - the mustache researcher's blade slowly dragged across his ribs, cutting out a fairly standard half-length.
He opened the mouth in an arc and used a needle clamp to pull it to one side and fix it, leaving the internal organs in his cavity bloody and exposed.
Yan Luyi panicked for a while, and unconsciously took half a step forward, getting closer to Yan Yue. The mustache researcher stretched his hand into the man's chest. The man's mouth was blocked by the tape, and he could not scream.
, but a low and indescribable scream could be heard in his throat.
This is naturally extremely painful. Even if the volume of the video has been turned down by Yan Yue, listening to it still makes people feel an extremely uncomfortable scratching sensation. The discomfort caused by the sound of nails scraping against the blackboard is simply child's play in comparison.
.
Yan Luyi said: "I don't want to read it, can I skip it?"
Yan Yue said one word coldly: "Look."
Blood continued to gush out, quickly flowing across the operating bed and falling on the floor. Yan Luyi moved his eyes away from the opening of the man's chest, and then noticed the man's gaze again.
His eyes were unfocused and chaotic, as if the pupils were trembling and shrinking due to extreme pain. Occasionally, Yan Luyi could meet his gaze a few times. It was very uncomfortable - she always felt that a man's eyes could see through the screen.
To her, it also pulled her into the abyss of extreme pain, despair, anger and hatred.
The man's breathing was heavy and rapid, as if it was synchronizing with her heartbeat. Yan Luyi felt chills running through her body, a chill of fear.
The people in white coats standing around the bed couldn't see any mood swings. It was as if the tragedy that happened in front of them was ordinary and nothing strange at all. Someone was talking in a relaxed tone, as if they were chatting, with some words in between.
With a few laughs.
Yan Luyi met the man's gaze again.
The murderous intention of hatred. The murderous intention of tearing these white coats to pieces. Yan Luyi felt the same for him at this moment, and there was also a hellfire-like anger in his heart, and he even had the urge to get into the screen and tear them apart.
All the men in white coats in this room were killed.
Mustache's hand came out of the man's chest. What came out with his hand was a piece of organ covered in plasma. Immediately, someone brought up a glass container full of transparent liquid, and Mustache put the piece of organ into it.
In a glass container.
Yan Yue hit the space bar and the video paused here.
Yan Luyi asked: "He is..."
Yan Yue said: "Isn't it easy to guess the answer?"
He cut the interface. What popped up was a personal profile in tabular form.
The file came with a photo. Yan Luyi tried hard to recognize it and realized that this was the young man on the operating bed. He originally looked good, but the man on the operating table was really too thin, and his expression was distorted by pain.
It didn't look like a human being, so she couldn't see it at a glance.
Number:25
Name: Liu Chengfeng
Rating:S
Next is some health-related data about height, weight, blood type, etc. There are many medical terms in it. Of course Yan Luyi, a layman, cannot understand it. Just as he was about to ask, Yan Yue saw the mouse wheel slide.
Suddenly, it jumps to the next form.
Number:26
Name: Yan Yue
Rating:B
…
Yan Luyi suddenly had a bad feeling.
Yan Yue's mouse slid again.
Number:27
Name: Yan Luyi
Rating:A
…
Yan Luyi lost his voice and said: "Our information has been put together!"
Yan Yue smiled, closed the interface, and turned half around: "So, you know what the outcome will be if you can't escape?"