Myth resurrection, I became the villain boss

Chapter 103 Interlude
Feng Mian was dragged out of the room by him, and the feeling of paralysis all over his body eased a bit.

Number Eight stared at them with a viper-like cold gaze in the room, and the thick malice made people feel chills all over their bodies.

Is the feeling of electric shock just now "polluted"?
No, that feeling is more like a supernatural power, but the child's supernatural power is still too weak, so I just felt numb in my body just now.

If the opponent's ability is stronger, then he is likely to have been electrocuted by now.

So No. [-] is one of the test subjects that succeeded in the test?Is Dr. Xu going to do further experiments now?Is he going to turn the boy in front of him into a monster that is neither human nor beast?
"I forgot to tell you to keep a distance from No. [-]." Zheng Ming took the blood drawing instrument in Feng Mian's hand and put it on the table not far from No. [-]. "Just let him come by himself."

Zheng Ming explained: "He is currently one of the most successful experimental subjects, but he still can't control his abilities, so if you get too close to him, you will get an electric shock."

Number Eight withdrew his gaze, walked to the table, picked up the needle and stuck it into his own vein, and the chains on his body jingled with his movements.

Feng Mian saw that there were countless pinholes on his arm, and the surrounding skin was black and blue, which was caused by multiple excessive needle pricks to draw blood.

After drawing blood, Number Eight put the things on the table.

Zheng Ming walked into the room, picked up the tray, turned around and closed the door: "Let's go, just collect the blood from the other two subjects."

Feng Mian had no choice but to follow him to other rooms.

Zheng Ming came at the wrong time, Feng Mian wanted to observe carefully in Room [-], he searched almost every place in this building, but he couldn't find the exit.

The only remaining room No. [-], after finally entering it, was interrupted by Zheng Ming before he began to observe carefully.

But seeing so many blood-drawing pinholes on No. [-]'s hand, according to this frequency, he will need to draw blood for the experiment soon.

Feng Mian was thinking, and walked into Room [-] with Zheng Ming,

Number six still hugged himself around his knees, with an ostrich posture, and when he heard someone coming in, he stretched out his arms without raising his head, letting Feng Mian draw blood.

When it was the seventh's turn, Zheng Ming was called away by the person sent by Sister Lin. The person was in a hurry, as if something went wrong with the experiment and needed help.

Zheng Ming strode away: "Hurry up, come down to help after the blood is drawn."

Feng Mian replied good, turned around and opened the door of Room No. [-].

The miniature version of Feng Xing, who was exactly the same as himself, was sitting in front of the table. The boy stretched out his hand without saying a word, and skillfully rolled up his sleeves to expose the blood vessels in his elbow.

The boy's dark eyes watched his own blood flow down the tube into the bottle. He did not have the hostility of Number Eight, nor the cowardice of Number Six.

He just sat there quietly, as if he didn't care about his own life or death, the world had nothing to do with him, and he didn't care what these weird researchers were going to do to him at all.

Feng Mian saw that the other party's eyes were as calm as stagnant water, and the boy seemed to have no desire to survive.

After the blood was drawn, even if Feng Mian wanted to go back to Room [-] to look for clues, he temporarily suppressed the impulse in his heart. If he behaved too abnormally, he wondered if it would affect these people in the Fragmented World.

I don't have a clue about this world right now, so I can't be alarmed for the time being, lest something goes wrong and I might be trapped here forever.

He returned to the laboratory on the seventeenth floor and opened the door.

There was a lot of chaos inside, and all the researchers were very excited.

"The blood of No. [-] is perfectly fused! It's great!" Dr. Xu's voice revealed madness.

Several researchers around him also echoed excitedly, with happy expressions on their faces as if they had won millions of lottery tickets.

Zheng Ming was sitting in front of the computer beside him, his fingers were dancing quickly on the keyboard, and lines of codes and data that he could not understand flashed across the screen.

Noticing that Feng Mian had returned, Dr. Xu turned around: "Go and bring number six down! His blood fusion experiment was very successful, and now we're going to the most critical part!"

A female researcher reached out and took the tray in Feng Mian's hand, took the blood in his hand, brought it to Dr. Xu, and compared it with another bottle of blood.

Feng Mian was pushed by the person next to him, urging him to go upstairs to lead them.

He was pushed out of the laboratory without knowing where, and returned to the door of Room [-] upstairs again.

The boy inside seemed to sense that someone was standing at the door again. He raised his head from between his arms and glanced out quickly.

Feng Mian couldn't understand the emotions contained in that look, fear, worry, pleading, helplessness.

He didn't know how so many emotions could appear on one person at the same time, it was so complicated and so unbearable.

Feng Mian probably knows Dr. Xu's next experiment, and also knows what No. [-] will face next.

And now he is going to deliver the boy to Dr. Xu's chopping board with his own hands.

He pushed open the door, and the boy's figure trembled slightly.

Feng Mian called him: "Number Six, you... come downstairs, let's go."

Hearing the voice, Number Six raised his head, his voice trembling: "Can I not go?"

The boy's bright eyes were covered with a layer of haze, and he hugged himself tightly, refusing to move a step.

Feng Mian doesn't know what this world is, whether it is a parallel time and space or a fragment of the past, and he doesn't know if he wants to change these things, will it bring about a butterfly effect.

He remained silent, and even if he didn't take him there, someone else would take him upstairs. Everything in the future was a foregone conclusion, and he was destined to make a scarlet mark in this experiment.

While he was silent, there was a sudden commotion in the corridor, and there was a loud explosion behind him.

"boom--"

The ground shook, footsteps came from the corridor, and six or seven experimenters ran over quickly.

"The wall of Room [-] is broken!"

"What's going on? Has No. [-]'s ability evolved? Isn't he unable to control his ability?"

"Go and tell Dr. Xu! Let's go and have a look first!"

Feng Mian walked out the door, only to see a big hole in the wall of Room No. [-] in front of the corridor. No. [-] was standing at the hole and silently confronted the experimenter in front of him.

The chains on his body were broken, his arms and face were scratched, and the invisible air around him occasionally flickered with blue electric currents, sizzling.

"Ding--"

The elevator opened, and a group of people headed by Dr. Xu rushed over.

Dr. Xu looked at the scene in front of him: "Today's experiment is temporarily postponed, and we need to settle down on number eight first."

After he finished speaking, several men in thick protective clothing took away No. [-]. The boy didn't resist and was pulled away like a marionette.

But Feng Mian saw that he turned his head and forgot to glance this way, as if he glanced at the room behind.

(End of this chapter)