Chapter 113
Mo Gui and Lin Lai had gotten over their initial fear. After realizing that Rong Yuan seemed to have no interest in them, they quickly regained their composure and even quietly took two steps forward to look at the person in the jar.
Lin Lai discovered that he might have been frightened by those strange-looking people and their appearances before, and he didn't even notice that there were actually many people here who looked normal.
For example, the person in the jar in front of Rong Yuan has a face and age that are extremely similar to him. If this person's skin was not as white as paper, he would probably be more like Rong Yuan's shadow reflected on the glass.
The man opened his eyes.
Lin Lai discovered that his eyes were like transparent glass. The light from the laboratory reflected in his eyes, as if they were a pair of shining gems.
But there is no extra emotion.
He looked at Rong Yuan silently, then suddenly raised his hand and slammed his palm on the glass jar.
If most people clapped their hands like this, their palms would probably just turn red. But his hands seemed to have been severely injured, with blood and flesh bursting, white bone stubble sticking out of the flesh, and two or three nails broken off.
This is a man who can only live in a jar, his body is so fragile that it cannot withstand any touch or movement.
The blue color of the liquid in the man's palm suddenly became thicker, and the wound on his hand healed quickly, like a movie being rewound, and in almost an instant, the wound on his hand was completely healed.
Lin Lai was surprised: Although Zhong Wuxing was able to enter space, he had never seen a medicine so fast and effective that it could be called a miracle.
Even in the news, he had not heard of any research institute with such a research direction.
Lin Lai looked at Mo Gui as if to confirm. Mo Gui shook his head, then sideways glanced at the man in the white coat who was still trembling beside him.
-Perhaps, they just don’t know, but it’s not a secret to the people in the upper class?
Lin Lai's face turned cold. If such a drug was used on the battlefield or in the hospital, it would save countless lives. But now, it was used... to do this kind of horrible experiment!
The man in the jar always had a blank expression on his face, no matter when he was injured or when his wound was repaired. He just looked at Rong Yuan with his lips slightly moving.
Mo Luming imitated the man's mouth shape and whispered the words he couldn't utter: "...kill...me."
The man in the white coat raised his head suddenly, looked at them, then looked at the man, and suddenly he was no longer afraid. He rushed over with his hands waving, shouting, "No, no, no... No! This is precious ..."
Rong Yuan was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay!"
The corners of the man's mouth rose slightly, revealing a stiff smile.
The man in the white coat rushed halfway when he watched helplessly as the man in the jar suddenly turned into a ball of blood mist. No matter how thick the blue liquid in the jar became, even if its concentration had increased hundreds of times, there was no way to put the man who had turned into powder back together.
All of a sudden, all the "people" in the jars woke up. They slapped the jars hard, some hit them with their heads, some even broke their limbs and dug out their eyes. They opened their mouths and screamed in pain. Without exception, they were all shouting -
“Kill me!”
“Kill me!”
“Kill me!”
“Kill, kill, kill—”
The jar blocked out the sounds, but it could not block out the crazy and hideous expressions, nor the bloody scenes of the body being torn and then repaired.
Lin Lai staggered back a few steps. As one of the best agents, he couldn't even keep his balance at this moment. He tripped over something and fell to the ground, then hurriedly got up.
Mo Gui and Lin Lai stood back to back, keeping an eye on their surroundings. At first, they were startled by the riots in the jars around them, and almost thought that the monsters were going to rush out of the jars and tear them to pieces, but after seeing what those people were shouting, their faces were filled with shock and pity.
- What kind of hell, what kind of cruel torture, can make people, after seeing hope, no longer seek life but only seek death?
When they came in, they thought the people in the jars were all in a sleeping state, but that was not the case. They were all awake, and were put in the jars awake, trapped in this small space for their entire lives, unable to even turn around.
They also consciously endured all kinds of torture, endured the despairing physical and mental pain, and endured the torture of watching their own kind being born and dying in the jars.
The reason why they were as quiet as corpses was because long experience taught them that any reaction would make the researchers excited and crazy to record it, and then constantly stimulate all of their kind with various means in order to obtain more feedback.
Because most injuries can be repaired by the blue liquid, the so-called stimulation methods used by researchers are often intended to cause great pain and fear to the body.
The jars blocked the sound, and the blue liquid could repair the injuries, but that didn't mean they couldn't feel pain. In fact, the pain nerves of most of the experimental subjects here were much more sensitive than those of ordinary people.
In fact, the most painful thing is not that they were born to be put in jars for experiments, but that although they were born in ignorance, they are not as ignorant as real babies.
If they knew nothing, it might be easier to endure the pain. But since birth, they seem to have a lot of things in their heads. As they grow older, they will gradually understand a lot of knowledge, understand what is shame and human nature, and vaguely realize that there are actually many people in this world, and most of them don't live as painfully as they do.
Then it will be more painful.
But even death is not allowed. Only when all value is squeezed out and the body is broken beyond repair can one get a happy eternal sleep.
At this moment, looking at the dead man, all the experimental subjects screamed and shouted excitedly, hurting themselves without any scruples, and shouted: "Kill me!"
The man in the white coat no longer cared about being afraid of Rong Yuan. He opened his arms to block Rong Yuan and screamed like a guardian : "Stop! If you want to kill them, step over my body first!"
He was shouting and spitting, one of the legs of his glasses fell off, and his glasses hung crookedly on his face, with an expression of righteousness and willingness to sacrifice.
Mo Gui couldn't hold back and pounced on him like a leopard. He knocked the man in the white coat away with one punch, and several teeth and blood spurted out.
The man in the white coat bumped into a jar, his head was broken and bleeding, but he still shouted incoherently: "... For the progress of mankind, these are necessary sacrifices! Do you know how many drugs our institute has developed over the years? Do you know how many lives our research has saved?"
Mo Gui suddenly thought this man was ridiculous. He wiped his hands and felt that the punch he gave him had only dirtyed his hands.
Rong Yuan ignored them, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
In an instant, a cloud of blood mist exploded in all the jars.
