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Chapter 501 The Depressed Laboratory
In the post-disaster Scovia, the rebuilt city is even more beautiful than imagined, with carved courtyards and rows of high-rise buildings showing extraordinary vitality.

The wounds of the city have been healed, but the wounds in the hearts of the citizens have not yet healed.

People tried to forget the near-devastating damage the disaster had done to the city, and most of them did.A brand-new big house can bring people new courage and passion to enjoy life. Only when you are in negative mood will you think of the terrible disaster, and at the same time, you will also think of the sweat mixed with blood to save them. heroes.

However, those broken families still cannot forgive Ultron, Iron Man, and those so-called heroes.hero?If you are a hero, you should take precautions before they happen, instead of waiting for disasters to break out before trying to save them.

But what if you can't forgive?Most of them are civilians, living a life of indifference to the world. They just want to have a happy family. They can gather together to eat, watch TV, talk and laugh every day. This is the happiness of ordinary families.

Now even such simple happiness is gone, no matter how big or beautiful the house is, the people are gone.

But they couldn't resist. They were not of the same class as Iron Man Tony Stark, and they didn't usually see those "heroes" who came and went like the wind, let alone question them face to face.

Ordinary people can only use time to heal the scars, and miss their loved ones little by little in the years.Men drank alcohol to numb themselves, and women cried for a few days and dried up their tears, and then they knew that life must go on.

And those who have a certain strength already have their own plans in their hearts. Whether to live the rest of their lives or take revenge, their personalities will help them make choices.

Some high-rise buildings appear to be commercial buildings, but are actually experimental buildings; people who enter seem to be in suits and leather shoes, carrying briefcases, just like a successful person, but in fact, the briefcases are filled with experimental reports or It's research and analysis; the big boxes that the truck parked in front of you carry to the upstairs, you think they are sports equipment or office equipment, are actually some cutting-edge experimental equipment.

There is a nearly [-]-square-meter laboratory on the upper floor of the building. The access control uses retinal recognition technology. At this time, a man pushed the door and walked in after completing the verification.

The room was filled with a pungent chemical smell, reagent bottles of different colors were neatly placed on the table, and a few metal equipment that became hot due to high-speed operation took up most of the space.

He first threw the briefcase on the table, took off his thick suit jacket and hung it on the coat rack next to his hand, took the white coat hanging on the side and put it on his body, and then put on the mask, with skillful and natural movements.

Then he picked up the briefcase and shook out the materials inside, flipped through a few times, picked up one, sat down and read it carefully.

Soon a few more people came in, and the same movements were equally natural.It’s just that they don’t talk to each other very much. They either go to get those bottles and cans, or stand by the instrument and stare at the displayed value in a daze, or they are like the first person who came here, frowning at the incomprehensible words Material.

Everyone's face showed heavy fatigue, the upper eyelids covered half of the pupils, and the eyes of dead fish were lifeless, very depressed.

They were doing their work mechanically, without saying a word, only the whistling of the machine and the hissing sound of the reagents, so quiet that one felt depressing.

After a long silence, a tall scientist who was pacing back and forth threw the materials in his hand to the ground, and said frantically: "Fuck it, there is no progress at all, what are we fussing about?"

With a few surprised looks, the scientist not only didn't restrain himself, but even stomped on the experiment report with his leather shoes, repeating "fuck it, go to hell" in his mouth.

Even so, no one spoke, and it was commonplace to continue to work after taking a second look.

The cursing scientist walked to the window and looked at the city, breathing heavily.After a while, he turned around and returned to the position just now, picked up the documents on the ground and wiped off the dust with his hands, continuing to work impatiently and helplessly.

Until the evening, the sky was half dark, as if covered by the palm of a giant, and the afterglow through the fingers tried its best to create the last warmth for the land.

buzzing-

The machines were tired, making louder noises begging the mad scientists to give them a break.

Scientists' eyeballs are bloodshot, and they are tirelessly conducting experiments again and again, analyzing what is wrong from the last experiment, and improving the next experiment.

Finally, at [-]:[-] in the evening, a scientist held a reagent bottle containing an orange liquid and yelled dryly: "It's done! It's a success!"

From morning to now, everyone who has been expressionless and rarely communicated with each other suddenly showed a gratified smile tacitly, and the tense body relaxed at this moment.One was so surprised that his legs became weak that he almost fell down, so he had to hold onto the corner of the table.

The excitement lasted less than a minute, and someone questioned, "Are you sure?"

And when everyone leaned over to let the man analyze the liquid again, the long-suppressed excitement broke out completely.

"That's what Mr. Judgment wants."

"Although all the characteristics show that it is a correct product, only practice can bring true knowledge. Don't forget that we were so confident before. What is the result?" Another scientist said coldly.

"There were errors in the previous dozens of times, but not this time."

With that said, they walked out of the laboratory, closed the door carefully, and took the elevator to the negative floor.

The lights here are very lively, flickering to celebrate this moment of victory, but the scientists' eyes are a little bit overwhelmed.

"The light tubes here really need to be changed."

"It's all successful, just do what you do."

Because this experiment was infinitely close to success, the scientists talked more, and the long-suppressed mood was finally released.

chirping——

squeak-

There is nothing here, just a small, strange cry.

The further you go, the more pronounced this cry is, and it carries a more intense rancid smell, the stomach is churning, and the smell of breakfast milk is in the throat.

"Those bastards are being lazy again!"

They put on their masks again and marched through the stench, and now nothing can stop them.As long as the practice is successful, they don't have to come here to suffer.

In a dark small room, dozens of hamsters barked wildly inside.

The scientist squatted down to see the timing, and suddenly reached out and grabbed a hamster.He was fast and ruthless, as if he had received special training. Who would have known that he, a scientist, had caught hamsters no less than thirty times?

The orange liquid was injected into the hamster, and the hamster struggled desperately. After about 2 minutes, the hamster's strength suddenly increased, and finally broke free from the scientist's hands.

The hamster hid in a corner, and its size and appearance had undergone unimaginable changes.The scientists were stunned and terrified, and saw an unforgettable scene in this life, or the last scene.

The size of the hamster first swelled up, and the soft light yellow hair became hard and thorny, showing a strange black.A pair of incisors are exaggeratedly lengthened and widened, and when exposed to the light, they sparkle with palpitating sharp points.The sharp nails protruded from the claws, which actually scratched the wall with several claw marks.

It turned back abruptly, its terrifying red eyes and distorted face made the scientists' hairs stand on end and their backs shivered, as if they had seen a ghost.

Before they could turn around and run away, the mutated hamster rushed towards them as swiftly as a shadow.

It was dark before his eyes, and then a bright red flashed.The scientists made a futile resistance, then fell to the ground and twitched in pain, life hovering between light and dark like a flickering light above their heads.

Finally, the lights went out and people stopped.

A figure came out from the darkness, heard the bloody sound of the mutated hamster eating the corpse, and sneered, "Things didn't go as I expected, but it seems to be more interesting. This will be a game of cat and mouse." A game, or a mouse-eat-cat game?"

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(End of this chapter)