After Waking up Beside the Villain

Because the No. 001 experimental body is sealed, the underground laboratory called the No. [-] laboratory within the Ninth Research Institute is rebuilt from the mortuary of an abandoned hospital.

Near the metal gate, there are two rows of mortuary cabinets that have been out of use for a long time, with some cloudy white and bright red stains splashed on them from nowhere. I heard the movement of Xisuo biting.

This laboratory is not as white and empty as ordinary people think, it is so clean that it is almost neurotic.

Its space is not large, about [-] square meters, full of sundries, old mold growing in the corners, old chandeliers hanging from the low ceiling, the light is cold and muddy, swaying and swaying slender shadows.

The messy experimental equipment and test tube racks are all listed in the innermost, close to the walls on all sides.

In the center surrounded by the wall is a marble laboratory table that reflects cold light and lamp shadows. There are scattered chairs and small dining tables around the laboratory table.

Behind the dining table and chairs, there is a silver-white metal cabinet standing upright beside the laboratory bench.

At first glance, there is no obvious difference in appearance between it and ordinary freezers, but if you look closely, you can find that the silver-white metal that makes up this cabinet, whether it is the degree of toughness and compression resistance, or the precision of the closure and the surface The strange trend lines are far beyond human's current understanding of metal.

Withdrawing his gaze from scanning the surroundings, Chu Yunsheng closed the folder, walked to the metal cabinet, and entered the password according to the memory of the original body.

A microneedle popped out from the surface of the cabinet. Chu Yunsheng raised his finger and pressed it, unlocking it with DNA verification.

After a slight stabbing pain, the tightly sealed silver-white metal in front of him slowly disintegrated and slid down, revealing a huge glass cabin the height of a person.

The glass cabin is like a crystal coffin, filled with transparent liquid medicine, soaking a sleeping and floating human body inside.

Chu Yunsheng's eyes froze slightly.

The dim light came from behind him, pulled and deformed by the refraction of the water lines, vaguely and distortedly outlining the face with closed eyes.

The light gray hair floated like algae, the skin was pale and bloodless, and the flesh and bones were extremely well-proportioned, and the proportions were close to the most perfect human imagination of the human body.

The facial features are sharp and glamorous, the eyes are closed, but the end of the eyes is slightly raised, as if smiling gently, and as if mocking coldly.

One after another tubes protruded from the head and tail of the glass cabin, connecting all parts of the body, flowing a pitch-black liquid.

One of the thickest glass tubes goes straight to the back of the head, with a hole the size of the bottom of a bowl, peeking at the flesh-colored brain that is constantly wriggling inside.

This is indeed a kind of magic that can be called evil.

The body has no internal organs, and black water is produced continuously, and it will not dry up after a long time of pumping. The brain is opened, but it can still jump and react, and live normally.

If Chu Yunsheng hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it.

On the solid and thick glass wall, the basic information and physical condition of the experimental subject in the glass cabin were scanned.

Chu Yunsheng noticed a line of red marks in the lower right corner: "The countdown to the end of the recovery of test subject 001, 03:15:22."

The test report of Rong Chen's corpse showed that Rong Chen's brain would wake up and beat at a fixed time every day. It seems that it is still in the moment of waking up at this time, and it will return to silence after more than three hours.

Staring at the cold and bloodless face soaked in the potion for a few seconds, Chu Yunsheng did not open the glass cabin rashly, but called up the console and began to undo some experimental operations.

But he didn't see it. The moment he turned his head and shifted his gaze to the console, the red countdown numbers on the glass cabin display behind him suddenly jumped crazily.

03:10:11、02:44:35、01:58:07……

00:32:46、00:10:42……

00:00:01!

Chu Yunsheng vaguely noticed something, and suddenly turned around!

A long, silent buzz—

His eyes fell into a dark and sticky tide.

The tide surged, setting off a silent and monstrous wave.

Countless tentacle-like gray vines entwined with layers of strange patterns pierced the air and water light, baring their teeth and claws, rushing wildly like a group of snakes coming out of a nest.

The colic of ischemia and hypoxia and the feeling of suffocation hit at the same time.

Chu Yunsheng's mind froze uncontrollably, and his heart beat wildly in an instant, as if it was about to smash his chest.

The fingers holding the edge of the console twitched in disorder, the pale joints protruding, almost piercing the thin flesh and skin on the back of the hand.

The field of vision was chaotic, and complicated and strange patterns began to emerge crazily.

The surrounding scenes blurred, seeming to be gradually receding, becoming illusory and upside down.

The murmured and misty whispers pressed tightly against his ears, and the hissing screams were full of turmoil and disorder, like the breath of super-dimensional life.

The dark tide rushed over, Chu Yunsheng took a step back, and sat in the large rest chair.

As if warning him to move without authorization, a cold, sharp pain suddenly came from his legs.

He lowered his eyes in a trance, and saw two gray vines with short thorns growing out of strange patterns were binding his ankles, climbing and growing rapidly as if they were leaning against a giant tree.

The black suit pants added a darker layer, and the sweet smell of blood intoxicated the nasal cavity.

Visions and distorted shadows hissed in his mind.

Chu Yunsheng closed his eyes subconsciously, and took a deep breath quickly.

Sudden.

He felt a hand in his numb and cold body.

That hand was colder than his body, which was instantly covered with physiological cold sweat, and it felt smooth and moist to the touch, like a piece of sharp bone china that just came out of water.

It was breaking apart Chu Yunsheng's tightly clasped fingers one by one, with vicious, crazy and eager excitement.

"Click!"

In the psychedelic hissing and grotesque chaos, a soft metal sound is particularly real and prominent.

The belt undid, the button of the trousers collapsed.

The cold and soft pale crawled on the hard soles of the leather shoes, and the light-colored cotton socks that moistened the ankles.

The palms and flesh are trembling, locked, madly upwards, sliding, clinging, twisting, full of profanity but like a pilgrimage.

Chu Yunsheng's fingers grabbed a piece of soft algae.

The muscles of the waist and abdomen and the wide suit fabric were tensed at the same time, and the wound was small and cracked, and countless dense drops of blood ooze out.

The psychedelic and suffocating evil hiss was like a stone protruding from the water, and in the high-pitched convulsions, it revealed a cool and uncontrollable whimper, and a fragrant and fragrant dampness.

Everything violent and shameful is spreading jerky, the sweet inner cavity is crushed, and the dark red and pale are quickly entwined into a weird and deformed tree.

Trunks and branches trembled wildly with the tempest, rustling sweet and showy flowers.

The floral fragrance of sweet fruit erosion spreads.

The chaotic light and shadow around Chu Yunsheng gradually stabilized.

His consciousness drifted, as if he had come to a dark and closed cave.

In the corner of the cave was a vague outline of a sleeping bag.

A head with disheveled hair protruded from the edge of the sleeping bag, opened its eyes in a daze, stretched out its hands, and groped around. Immediately, the phone screen lit up, illuminating that face.

It's Rong Chen.

The living Rong Chen.

"It's only six o'clock."

He turned around in his sleeping bag, rubbed his furry head on the pillow, and sighed with a look of irritability on his face: "Forget it, I won't sleep. I'm going to enter no-man's land today, so I need to make more preparations. I wasted some water yesterday and have to refill it..."

The slender young man got out of the sleeping bag, put on his clothes neatly, and organized his backpack.

After packing everything up, he took out an engineering shovel, pried away a few stones that had been moved to block the entrance of the cave, and walked out while shaking the flying dust.

However, just as he took two steps, he suddenly paused and looked back inexplicably.

His eyes fell directly on Chu Yunsheng, but his eyes were empty, and he didn't capture any images from the darkness.

"Since when have I been so paranoid."

Rong Chen smiled helplessly, shook his head, and walked out of the cave quickly.

Long and deep mountains, surrounded by hazy dense fog, Rong Chen received the water by the stream, raised the gimbal, and started the live broadcast, but before he could say a few words to the mobile phone, his signal was cut off, he turned around, and No recovery.

He didn't want to return here, so he could only take out his camera and choose to record a video.

Chu Yunsheng followed behind him.

He found that Rong Chen was not wandering aimlessly in the mountains, or exploring in pursuit of all novelty, on the contrary, he had a very clear goal.

One hour, two hours.

The sun rises high, and then sets step by step.

As Rong Chen moved forward, some strange stones began to appear on the mountain path covered by weeds and bushes.

Those stones are pitch-black, rugged in shape, and covered with chaotic patterns, which are very similar to the patterns on the flying vines that Chu Yunsheng saw just now. If you stare at them for a long time, you will feel a sharp colic. and confused.

Whenever Rong Chen encountered these stones, he would stop, take out a pair of tinfoil gloves, put them on, and pick them up for observation.

After observing, he would record the individual stone pattern depictions in an old black leather notebook.

When flipping through the notebook, Chu Yunsheng noticed that there were many similar patterns and some distorted words on other papers inside, but they did not seem to be written by the same person, but were written and recorded by many different people.

Just like this while walking, Rong Chen walked out of the lush forest before dark and came to a cliff with a strong wind.

He chose an open space not far from the cliff, skillfully set up the tent, set up a fire, and after eating and drinking, he put out the fire with a great sense of safety, and spread around the tent to repel insects and animals. powder.

The night is quiet, the full moon hangs high.

Rong Chen put the self-defense items at hand, stretched himself, got into the sleeping bag, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Chu Yunsheng stopped in front of the tent, and through a narrow gap, he saw the screen of the cell phone beside Rong Chen's pillow that had not yet dimmed.

The time and date at this time was displayed in the center of the screen, which happened to be the day before Rong Chen's body was carried out of the cliff in the deep mountain.This also means that Rong Chen's death and the strangeness after his death are very likely to be closely related to this night.

As if he didn't sleep soundly enough, Rong Chen murmured something, turned over, and curled up sideways in the sleeping bag.

And as his posture changed, the back of his thick-haired head was exposed to the bright light of the phone.

Although the light was extremely weak, Chu Yunsheng could still see it clearly—it was a circle of slightly convex scars hidden between the hair, with a large mouth, piercing through the back of the head—it was not a trace of the old god’s experiment, but It existed when Rong Chen was still alive.

Suddenly, a certain sound came from Night Breeze.

Chu Yunsheng's consciousness left the tent and followed the sound to the edge of the cliff.

It was pitch black all around, but when he lowered his head to look down the cliff, the place below was suddenly bright and clear, like daytime.

And in such brightness, he saw a thin layer of gray mist, and in the mist, one after another human shadows crawled and squirmed on the ground.The limbs of these shadows are distorted, as strange as strange trees, as ugly as reptiles, from one or two to dozens, hundreds, they gather together and climb towards the cliff, densely packed.

Chu Yunsheng couldn't see their faces clearly, but he could feel their gazes.

Concentration, piety, madness, fanaticism.

Like ants chasing gods.

When this metaphor subconsciously came up in Chu Yunsheng's mind, his mind suddenly went blank, and everything around him was shattered and hazy.

The feeling of waking up from a familiar nightmare invaded his brain, Chu Yunsheng's fingers tightened suddenly, and his eyes opened suddenly.

"Hoo-hoo-!"

A heavy breath squeezed out of his chest, Chu Yunsheng fixed his slightly insane eyes, the console, glass cabin, tables and chairs, and the sleeping pale body full of catheters.

Business as usual.

As if it was just a dream.

But Chu Yunsheng is very clear that this is not the previous nightmare, nor is it a prophetic dream like Lu Zhixian's, but a dream of information transmitted from one brain to another with an unimaginable power and way.

This is an extremely important experimental project in the first research institute that defines the brain as the unknowable five-dimensional life.

However, this is a dream, not a dream.

Chu Yunsheng looked at his own figure reflected on the glass wall.

The white coat was open, the front of the sweater was wet, the zippers of the suit pants were open, and the copper buckle was left beside the leather shoes, soaked in a small puddle of transparent liquid on the ground.

The trousers are intact, but if you lift up the trouser legs, you will find that the flesh covered by the cloth is covered with healed fine stab wounds.

His cold eyes turned upwards and fell on the red lips of the people in the cabin that were dripping with blood.

Two minutes later, Chu Yunsheng said lightly: "Next time, remember to wipe it clean."

As he spoke, he straightened up, his warm fingers brushing the top edge of the glass cabin.

There was a line of damp mucus residue there.