[K] Saigon

The doctors and gentlemen solemnly expressed that they would help me heal my brain, but I think it is more likely that they put me on the dissecting table to see why my brain is so broken and can still move—I know the human brain It's an amazing place, what kind of mental illness can be cured by doing a brain resection surgery to remove certain parts of the brain-but this is obviously too much and...

My last memory is of them drugging and sedating me, then waking up to find myself in a bad situation.

Flip the table!Disabled people have no human rights, right?Do you guys dare to let me go and let's have a good fight? !Being bound by a restraint suit specially worn for mental patients, I feel that my human rights have been greatly damaged!

"The damage to the brain is as high as 40.00% [-], but the trauma is not serious - generally speaking, the human skull has the function of protecting the brain. It is unreasonable for the brain to suffer such a serious injury. There is no injury on the skull - and There are so many scars on the brain tissue—it’s hard to imagine that ordinary patients can move as freely as her.” I lay on the dissecting table... no, it was the hospital bed looking at the various tubes and stickers stuck in my head. The electrode suddenly felt that he had entered some human experiment organization - this is a violation of human rights! ! !I express serious protest! ! !

"But she doesn't have a super power value." Another gentleman in a white coat said, looking at the report in his hand, "An ordinary person, whose brain has suffered such a devastating blow, can still be alive and kicking, the probability of such a thing itself is extremely low 'Miracle'," he reached for his glasses, "what did Mr. Mitsuru say?"

I am now sure that this broken place is a human laboratory, why?Because I heard this group of doctors from the Secondary Radio Department discuss the words of a man named Mitsuchi with righteous expressions on their faces. They said that Mr. Mitsuchi thought I was "an ordinary person who is awakening superpowers."

Haha--If I had super powers, I would be the first to blast you scumbags who ignore Lao Tzu's human rights. Of course, my mouth is blocked and I can't make any sound. Watching that group of guys try their best at me—what kind of material is this restraint suit made of?

Actually, auntie, when I was young, I also fantasized that I would be tyrannical, cool, and destroy a world with a wave of evil charm. With a smile, there will be a lot of younger brothers and beauties kneeling and licking, but that is already an unbearable past in the second year of middle school. , why you guys just can't see through it...

Of course, I can only slander these things. When one of the white coats walked towards me with an electric shock device, I finally understood—what the hell is this hospital called? The whole place here is a slaughterhouse, right? !Of course, I don't think I can yell anything now-because I'm gagged and trapped on the bed like a dumpling.

"It is said that people with superpowers are called 'the ones who didn't become kings'. If you say that we have studied how ordinary people become superpowers here, this information will definitely help us further understand what a 'stone plate' is. thing……"

Enough is enough, I just think you guys are a group of brain-dead chubby! ! !Let me go!

"This is a sacrifice for science and truth." An old man who seemed to be quite old and calm said, "Let's see if we can use pain stimulation to activate the possible 'truth' in her body." I'm guessing he's one of the heads of the place inside the hospital that's a human testing ground.

That's what the evil sect says!Uncle, you can't ignore my human rights by saying "pursue the truth"!The second-degree illness of the elderly is a serious problem, hey!I writhed vigorously on the bed and made whining noises, but they completely ignored my urgent needs.

"Really, why are you struggling so hard?" The uncle stepped forward and smiled, "You have to know that if this research is successful, human beings will be able to usher in a more brilliant future." He is like God's The priest touched my head like anointing the dead.

I want to say that the future of mankind has nothing to do with me!I only know that if you continue to toss like this, I will have no future!I'm not that noble!I whined hard.Then I tried to stare at him with anxious eyes, but he just ignored me and turned around, "Let's get started."

God, Maria, Guanyin Bodhisattva, no matter who it is, come and save me QAQ! ! ! !

And then there's all kinds of... well, experimental ways.

When I woke up, there seemed to be no part of my body that was intact. In just one day, I received electric shocks, flooding, roasting, and needle sticks. I suddenly felt that they did not expect to give me It’s really a blessing to be pouring chili oil—but it’s not important, what’s important is that the calm and kind-looking “Mr. After the golden light that made people feel comfortable like a hot spring enveloped my body for a while, I found that the scars on my body were gone-but there still seemed to be pain in my brain.

Even with a brain like - well, it doesn't seem to be very thorough, I still can't remember who I am and what I'm doing here, I noticed I wasn't gagged anymore, so I was serious I asked, "Excuse me, even experimental mice have the right to know what experiments they are doing?" My head hurts, but Mitsuchi-san seemed surprised by my current situation, "No, don't you Do you remember who you are?"

I think this is a stupid dialogue, "No." I said very seriously, "Uncle, did you just do that in COS Jesus came? What was that shiny golden one just now?" I was trying to play a stupid, "Isn't it? After the experiment, can I also become like an uncle?" With a pure white gaze.

If you don't run away, I'm a badass.

He ignored me, just walked away on his own, muttering "it shouldn't be like this." Such nonsense, I shouted at his back, "Uncle, I'm hungry!"

So I had another full checkup and he made sure there was something else going on in my head - I can't tell what it was but he seemed to make sure I was an idiot no matter what Not bad, so I went with it.

This is really a true and sad story.

After 15 minutes or so I was staring at a nurse who seemed to be feeding me, and he lifted a spoonful of the mushy stuff to my mouth, and I bit it, the taste It's indescribable, I kind of miss Mr. Bartender's omelet rice, and then I finished a big bowl of mush under his feeding, and successfully spit him and myself all over the head and face.He screamed and got up and began to wipe his face while complaining. I showed a [-]% idiot smile, "Hey, I got it all over my face."

He looked at me with a look of "I will tell you today what #@#￥#@% is". After 3 minutes, I changed the clothes on his body to my body and tied him to the bed. Seriously , The white coat is not very suitable for me, but this seems to be the only way to go out. His glasses are a bit prescription, and I feel a little dizzy when I wear them on my face.

This place seems to be underground, but as long as it is inhabited, garbage will inevitably be produced, so the next development of the matter is that I drilled out of the nearby sewage discharge pipe with a [beep——] on my head, and then lay on a pile I vomited in the dirty water until the sky was dark—mama I seemed to have choked on a few mouthfuls...

vomit……

After throwing up, I got up, and my body smelled like the reincarnation of five grains. The white coat was covered with toilet paper, unknown solids and unknown liquids, and all kinds of bad things...

So where am I now?Looking at the river in front of the huge drainage pipe, I endured all kinds of filth and took a deep breath, took off my clothes and shoes, and then jumped into the rough river in front of me in a standard diving posture——Amen bless me not to Choked to death or drowned.

Time seems to be back to the time when I just woke up, I was lying on the river embankment in my fat and cute clothes—all kinds of unknown bad things were on my head, I just went to the hospital, do you want to toss and spy Like war drama?By the way, when I escaped, I noticed that there seemed to be many other people in cages in that ghost place. They were wearing handcuffs and hoods, and they seemed to be criminals.

Fortunately, the river washed away all the dirty things on my body, and apart from a faint smell, I don't seem to stink...

Two hours later, I showed up at the place where I left for the hospital. The moment I opened the door, the bartender dropped the cup in his hand to the ground, and Mr. Duoduoniang was no longer there. A man with a mustache was with them Mr. Fat and Mr. Pickup Master.

Oh, one of the little ghosts who looked like a junior high school student screamed and fell to the ground with a red face and made a sound like "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" like a goat's madness.

"Ah! Brother Hatta!" The fat man screamed and rushed over.

The corners of the mouths of the rest twitched twice, and before they could speak, I said, "I'm sorry, but can I hide for a while."

The red-haired man didn't seem to be there, so I ran all the way to the bathroom and used shampoo and body wash on myself. By the way, I tied the cutie and chubby with a plastic bag and threw it to the cleaning robot , it said with disgust, "sanctions" and smashed them to pieces.

Because a group of big men obviously can't have such things as bras and women's panties, so I can only put on the clothes provided by the bartender again, um, this time it is in a vacuum state.

After briefly describing what I encountered in the hospital, the bartender took a serious puff of a cigarette, "That hospital...is very troublesome." He muttered, I looked at him expectantly, he sighed He took a deep breath, "Let's wait for Zun to come back and see his decision."

I silently raised my hand, "Then, Mr. Bartender, can you tell me what's going on? Even if you're going to be guillotined, you should give me an explanation. I think this is the most basic."

"Your..." He pondered his words strangely, "—healed? And," he laughed, puffing out a mouthful of smoke, "I'm not 'Mr. Bartender', I'm Kusanagi Izumo."

"I still can't remember who I am." I nodded seriously, "Hello, Mr. Kusanagi."

He seemed to be prepared for his name to be spoofed by me. He was a little surprised that I called his name correctly, and then he seemed to think that my brain had been cured. He smiled self-deprecatingly, "Hello , It’s a pity you don’t know your name.”

"I think I want to know more about the setting of this world surrounded by the second disease than this." I complained seriously.

Of course, my stomach hurt even more after he explained it, and my heart was puckered.

This unscientific world.

Is the setting of this kind of neon anime really irrelevant? !No one wants to complain that this color stalk is about to be used up? !Let go of that color stalk and let me come!Gold, silver, red, blue, black, green, colorless, etc. Don't you want to be so full of slots that you have nowhere to say it!Don't you know that there is a saying that since ancient times, red and blue have produced CP, either Lily or base? !

If there is no powder king, I will not be sexually confused. If I can see black powder with me, I think I will be satisfied.

Also, I want to say that the pronunciation of HOMRA is super like homura!Where is Madoka!

Forgive me for being unrestrained all my life and having a low IQ. I was a little incapable of accepting that I was suddenly told that I lived in such a world full of fantasy and the atmosphere of the second disease.

Then the door of the bar was opened, and I saw Mr. Duoduo Niang walking in with a bunch of vegetables, fruit and bread in a paper bag, followed by the red-haired leader, who still looked like he hadn't woken up yet.

"Ah, you're back? I thought you would stay in the hospital for a long time!" Duoduo Niang greeted me cheerfully, "How is it? Do you feel better?" He is really a kind and considerate person.

The red-haired man stood there, and then I remembered what Mr. Izumo said he was the "third king" Akao, and suddenly felt a little difficult to look at him directly.

Well, Mr. Gnocchi, you have been burdened with such a heavy (cao) heavy (dian) incomparable (man) ratio (yi) setting for so many years. It’s hard work. I will never express any opinions on your non-mainstream hairstyle.

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