[K] The growth and evolution of the owner and the dog

"White mouse?" Guochang Lu Dajue looked astonished, "Why use a white mouse?"

"The lieutenant didn't know that when we first participated in the Dresden experiment, we used white mice that were similar to human cells, but some accidents happened later." Crotia said. "At that time, the upper echelons of Germany urgently needed to know the results, so they sent another researcher, which led to the subsequent human experiments and the incident at the institute."

Guochang Lu Dajue nodded, "Then, just do what you said." He stood up and bowed to the Weitzman brothers and sisters, "It's really disturbing me to take the liberty to visit today."

Weitzman smiled. "It's our honor to cooperate with the lieutenant." He paused and hesitated. "About Aaron..."

Guochang Lu Dajue chuckled lightly, his eyes full of playfulness. "I will send someone to find news of him."

Weitzman's frown was finally relaxed. "Thank you very much, Lieutenant."

"You're welcome, this is my sincerity."

He said goodbye to the Weitzmans and drove away.Crotia looked at Weitzman worriedly, but Weitzman, who had his back turned to him, had a dignified expression.

Remembering what the lieutenant said before, the boy suffered an electric shock, and his eyes dimmed.It was a feeling of powerlessness, even if you knew how the person you were thinking of had been treated rightly, you couldn't do anything about it.The first time he felt his own smallness and weakness was when he was fleeing with his sister, and the second time is now.

He entrusted all his hopes to Guochang Road Dajue, but at the same time he entrusted his body and mind to the Dresden Slate. Between youth and experiment, he chose experiment again.Not only because he is a scientist, but as a German, as a person who hopes that the national war will be quelled and the civilians will live and work in peace and contentment, so he had to choose the experiment.The data obtained from the juvenile's body shows that if this experiment is successful, it will affect many people, and he cannot give up because of his own self-interest.

Aaron, he said silently in his heart.Where are you?Now, you'll understand me.

And the boy woke up in a burst of pain.Opening his eyes slightly, he saw a pair of bloodshot eyeballs in front of him, staring at him extremely ferociously, filled with endless desires.His hands, ankles, and head were all fixed by iron chains and headbands. He struggled hard but couldn't move at all.

The old man let out a loud laugh, and under the gaze of the young man, he pulled down a push-pull lever, followed by blue sparks visible to the naked eye, the young man was like a fish out of water, with his mouth wide open, in a state of trance In fact, the severe pain from the sole of the foot to the root of the hair made his brain completely unable to think, creating a blank.He couldn't even make a cry of pain.Ten seconds was like a century to him, he was like a rabbit drowning in water, his whole body was drenched in sweat, panting heavily.

The trembling can be felt through the tiny pores on the arms, and the fine hairs stand up accordingly.

"Well, it seems that a voltage that is [-] times higher than that of ordinary people will wake you up, and if it is more than [-] times higher, you will feel pain." The old man bit his pen holder, his eyes gleamed with cunning, and his mouth showed a creepy smile. "Well, what about seventy times?"

As the voice fell, the machine didn't know what to do. After panting for evaluation, the boy opened his mouth with difficulty, "What... what are you going to do?"

"Huh? It seems that fifty times the damage will not have any practical effect on you." He stepped forward and grabbed the boy's chin, forcing the boy to look directly at him. "What am I going to do? Hahaha, experimental subject, have you really lost your memory?"

"Who... are you?" His voice trembled, the old man in front of him was reunited with the scary man in white with the needle in his memory, but wasn't that man dead?But how would he know that that person was dead?

"Humph" the old man snorted coldly, his face darkened and his voice sharp. "If I hadn't been called in by the upper echelon for questioning, how could I have become the only surviving researcher!"

He exerted force on his hand, the boy's complexion became paler and paler, his lips trembled, large beads of sweat flowed down his temples, his eyelids were reddish, and his voice trembled. "Never mind...what's the matter?"

He could feel a large amount of air away from his airway, but the vigorous panting could only inhale weak air, which was not enough to maintain his life activities.

If this goes on, he will die.

But he didn't want to die. At the moment when his vision was blurred, he thought of Weitzman and the smile on the corner of Weitzman's mouth when he left. From the bottom of his heart, he hoped that he could be completely recognized and no longer be called a test subject. things, but real people.Thinking of Weizmann by the Elbe River in winter, even though his hands were blown by the cold wind, he still held his hands tightly, and even put his hands in his clothes to keep warm. Eyes that catch the starlight and make everything ups and downs.Thinking of Weitzman holding his face, looking at him with only each other in his eyes, and softly saying Aaron, we will be together forever.

He will die, but not now.

Enka felt that the person pinched in his hands stopped all struggles, and then let go of the boy in his hands. The boy was lying powerlessly on the stone bed under him like a kite with broken strings, without a single movement, even breathing weakly. can be ignored.

He clicked his tongue unremittingly. "This is the experimental body? How could it be so weak? Sure enough, it failed." His fingers kept pressing something on the panel, but A Lang didn't make any movement.

Xiao Hei was anxious to rush forward, but he was fixed in place by a strange force, unable to break free at all.

【This is history, and you have no right to change it. 】Slate's voice was cold and cruel.Xiao Hei forbearably closed his eyes.Slate is right, in this period of history, he is just a spectator.But why, when Enka strangled the boy's neck, he could feel the pain of suffocation, and when the boy was electrocuted, he could also feel the unforgettable and even indescribable pain.

Is he really the same person as the boy?Just.. how is this possible.

[You... still don't believe me. 】Slate said.

No, it's not whether you believe it or not, but how can you make him believe this kind of unreasonable thing, suddenly told to him?

Her eyes were dim, but she was attracted by the scene in front of her, so shocked that she forgot to think.Equally shocked with him was Enka who was recording the data.

A high-intensity current like voltage emanated from the pores of the originally frail boy, but the current was not blue but transparent.The reason why it was inspected by the naked eye was because the surrounding space was distorted, and this high-intensity electric current enveloped the boy's entire body.

Enka came back to his senses, moving his hands quickly on the panel, his voice was surprised and sinister. "Is this the power of the slate? Hmph, it depends whether you are stronger or my dense current is stronger." As he spoke, he adjusted the setting to seventy times.

If the experimental subject died, then he could also say that the experimental subject blew himself up during the experiment.He narrowed his eyes, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, with a greedy look on his face.On the contrary, he can secretly take away the experimental subject to carry out his own secret research.

And the young man didn't know all this. In the chaos, he thought that he thought no one would care about him, but he inadvertently planted such a deep bond with Weitzman.This is their era, and since he exists, it has meaning to exist.Weizmann once said that the Dresden Stone is a qualitative leap for mankind.He once said that he wants to witness the advent of this new era with Weizmann, and he is not afraid of experiments because he has found his faith.

In an instant, the strength of the young man exploded, rendering the whole room as if it were daytime, and Enka also silently pushed down the lever in his hand.

The transparent distortion and the high intensity of blue collide with each other to produce sparks, exposing Enka's ugly face.

Aaron regained consciousness a little bit, he half-closed one eye, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.He is not afraid of the confusion of the future and the vacancy of the past, because he believes that Weitzman will show him the way, which is his belief and the signpost of his progress.

How could he die here, out of Weitzman's sight, alone?

He didn't know what the power that erupted from him was probably the power of the slate that Weitzman said.Not enough.. This kind of power is not violent enough!He needs more! !More!

The lightning flickered more violently, making a huge noise and storm, shattering all the materials in the room and even glass products such as test tubes. Enka grabbed the pillar fixed on the ground with all his strength, and shouted frantically in the hurricane, " Is this the power of the Dresden Stones!!!!!! This will be mine!!! Hahahaha!!!"

Such as this impact of force, the youth's white skin and even the subcutaneous blood vessels could not support it. After all, it was a human body. During a collision, large and small cracks appeared on the body, capillaries and veins were broken, and the whole person seemed to be bathed in blood. Terrible.

But he didn't know it at all, as if his sense of pain was paralyzed, his eyes drooped, blood mixed with sweat left from his eyelashes, he blinked slightly.

If Weitzman found him, he would have been dead for a long time.Tiny maggots squirmed under his rotten skin, and his whole body was eaten by various microorganisms. His skin was covered with large and small corpse spots, and even his internal organs were eaten by ground maggots.He doesn't want this to happen.

That was Weitzman, the only force he could not give up his life.

The power once again burst out to a new height, surrounding the blue high pressure, and the flames spread along his body to all directions, so fast that it couldn't be stopped.And the moment the boy was in the flame burner, his strength was exhausted and he passed out.

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"Weitzman...how did you fail again?" Guochang Lu Dajue followed Crotia into the laboratory, looked at the dead and escaped mice on the table, and sat on the ground. Weitzman, who looked embarrassed, hesitated to speak. "This is the 290th and fifth time you have failed."

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_(:з」∠)_The author said that he recently had trouble in the three-dimensional booth, and his heart was full.From this chapter resume daily updates.