dead fiancée returns

A new round of qualifying competitions began, and the children once again fought for the places to leave the laboratory. The score table would be broadcast on TV at [-] o'clock every night, and Shen Shuning saw that Jobson's number was ranked last.

"Aren't you going?"

Zero pushed the wheelchair and walked in front of him.

Shen Shuning shook his head, "Not participating..."

Does he want to go out?Of course he thought, who wouldn't want to go out, but he didn't have the heart of Jobson. Jobson could endure everything in order to go out, but he couldn't.

And the hero Jobson he thought was no longer a hero.Jobson lost all the radiance on his body. Occasionally, when Shen Shuning left the room and queued up for the exam, he would see Jobson limping on crutches.

Far, far away from him, the hunched young man.

Like many children who give up struggling in this base laboratory, their eyes are empty and loose, occasionally meeting his gaze, and dodging away.

Such a Jobson made Shen Shuning stay away from that reward even more. In his opinion, it was not a reward, it was more like a torture.

The experiment continued, and the researchers recorded their data. Finally, one day, when he was tied to the operating table, a doctor put on gloves, looked at the equipment connected to his body, and wrote lightly: "Every part of the body If the data reaches the target, the next step of the experiment can be carried out.”

A new nightmare came again.

They no longer accept just reagents.

His eyes were covered by a black cloth, and he couldn't see anything. With fear and fear of the unknown, the cold blade sliced ​​through his flesh and penetrated into the blood and bone marrow.

Those people had planted something strange in him.

They call it - fruit.

On the third day after being sent back to the room, strange changes took place in his body.

A subtle itching erodes his body. He can feel the things planted in his body growing. It protrudes out of delicate seedlings, climbs to the bones and spreads upwards quickly.

Whether it's day or night, this itching is always there, making people roll in pain on the bed.

One, two, three...

"what--"

"Ah ah ah..."

In the dark closed room, groaning and screaming in pain and collapse one after another, unable to fall asleep, in order to reduce the itching on his body, he could only scratch with his nails, rub his back against the wall, and use the sharp corners of the room to push hard In the most itchy place, only bleeding from the top can relieve the pain.

That itch can drive a person crazy.

It's as if ants are crawling around on your body, on your face, scalp, body, feet, everywhere.

He rolled off the bed, rolling on the ground with itching, the stitched wound broke free due to violent movements, and the blood soaked the clothes in an instant.

The prolonged itching made him unconscious, and he couldn't even suppress the burst wound, so he could only scratch the itchy place on his body with his blood-drenched hands.

He vaguely heard the sound of the wheelchair being pushed, and looked up with effort.

Zero pushed the wheelchair and came to him from the darkness.

All the room lights in the entire closed room were extinguished, only a lampstand was lit in the wide center of the space, and the beam of the floodlight just shot in his direction, causing people's eyes to hurt.

He saw No. [-]'s thin side face and those icy eyes. He was obviously just a child about his age, but it made him feel as cold as falling into an abyss.

When his consciousness was about to lose consciousness, Number Zero slowly stood up from the wheelchair, landed on the ground, and squatted in front of him.

It turns out... isn't number zero a disability?

Such a thought briefly flashed through his mind, and he just fainted.

When he woke up again, the itching on his body had subsided, leaving only a dull pain from the scratched wound.

Zero was in a wheelchair, next to his bed.

It was already dawn, and the lampstand on the field outside did not know when it was extinguished. In the dim light of dawn, he heard the sound of zero.

"Congratulations, you escaped death."

What's the meaning?

Just when he was at a loss, the guard showed up with people, and checked room by room. When they checked their room, the guard stared at him for a while.

Shen Shuning understood the eyes under the other's mask.

The other party seemed to regret that nothing happened to him.

He snorted softly and led the people out of the room.

Afterwards, gunshots were fired one after another, at intervals, sometimes every half a minute, sometimes every five or six minutes. Amid the helpless and hoarse cries of despair, the corpses of children were dragged out one after another. , Their faces have been completely rotted, and they are covered with mushrooms and grass leaves, as if they were parasitized and plundered by some kind of monster. A small part of the body has insect tentacles, which hang down limply.

Such a scene made Shen Shuning's pupils shrink like a kitten.

Even though he was carrying out the so-called "God-making Project", he never thought that such strange and absurd things would happen in this world. One day he was still a living person, and the next day he was full of all kinds of monsters. The corpse of something, this is something he can't explain clearly with his knowledge.

Zero calmly straightened his sleeves.

"Don't be so surprised, because there will be things that make you even more unbelievable in the future."

"The purpose of the god-making project is to create a god. To achieve this goal, it takes many human lives as a price."

He was obviously just a child who was almost the same as him, but his voice was so calm and cold that it was unbelievable.

"The price..." he murmured.

Zero said lightly: "Human beings live in a three-dimensional world, and in the three-dimensional world, there are higher-dimensional worlds, and higher-dimensional things need an opportunity to enter the three-dimensional world. God, they are creating this opportunity."

"The children in the entire experimental base, whether it's you or me or anyone else, are one of the possibilities of this opportunity, and only children of this age have the qualifications to become the possibility of this opportunity."

"Adults have lost the possibility of contacting high-latitude species under the influence of material desires. What's more, their physical development has been finalized. Forcible expansion will only lead to death. Only children who are still young and can be transformed have the possibility of success. sex."

So batch after batch of selected children were sent here through various means, deprived of their families, happiness, and freedom, and became experimental products and fell into hell.

He said softly in his heart.

"Researchers use special reagents to expand our body into a suitable container, and the suitable container will be planted with fruits, which will germinate and grow after a few days, prompting a short-term change in our magnetic field to attract high-dimensional objects. Creatures, when they come into contact with creatures at high latitudes, fusion effects will occur, just like the corpses you saw just now being dragged over, the growth of plants, the tentacles of insects..."

"Such high-latitude organisms are low-quality species and will be killed, and their carcasses will become the next batch of fruits after processing."

"So——" No. [-] stared at him with pitch-black pupils, "Shen Shuning, you may be lucky that you didn't attract those inferior products."