[Yu Huang] Underground fire

Scan the gun, if you encounter a ray weapon or something next time, you may die directly, you don't want to do this, do you?Come on, move around, I'll see how the medicine works this time. "

The sympathy and comfort in his tone are sincere.Huang Shaotian covered his mouth with his hand, his stomach began to churn again.

This is his first attempt to escape the lab.Before that, he actually tried many methods, but without exception, he gave up after assessing the situation.This time he thought there was some hope, but something went wrong before the plan was implemented. Before he had time to run out of the innermost door, he was caught by the patrol robot.

If he remembers correctly, today is his 15th birthday.

The researcher applied a layer of material to the wound on his back, then turned him over slightly so that he lay on his back on top of the laboratory table.The light close at hand made him close his eyes suddenly.

There was the sound of footsteps walking up and down the room when someone put something over his eyes, blocking his view.Huang Shaotian felt someone lightly touch his face, and then began to check down his neck routinely.Through a thin layer of gloves, touching his fingertips was full of vitality.

A shot of anesthetic was administered.But it still hurts, very painful - the medicine poured into his blood along the pipe, and he could feel that when he was cut open, the light-clad blade pierced his head and flesh with ease, just like cutting a piece of paper. .When his consciousness was lost in this endless torture, he thought he was going to die, but something kept him going.

I don't know how long it took, all the sutures have been completed, all the needles on the wrist have been removed, and this experiment has come to an end.He heard low voices of conversation, and several people left the room saying "Thanks for your hard work" and "This time it really went well", and there was only one person left by his experimental table, who should be the person who presided over this experiment.

The eye coverings were removed, Huang Shaotian blinked hard, not wanting to shed tears in the too strong light.

Then he saw, the smiling face looking down on him from above.

……

When Huang Shaotian woke up again, he quickly realized that he hadn't returned to the dormitory.The bunk beds there were less comfortable than in a medical observation room, although he'd rather sleep on the floor than lie in one of those places.

He turned his eyes slightly, and saw Yu Wenzhou.The other party was standing by his bed, with countless experimental instruments, medical equipment and infusion tubes on top of his head. He was holding a small plastic box in his hand, and was taking off those old cards, and rewriting the new one. The new labels are carefully affixed to those dreaded pill bottles.

He still remembered that when he saw Yu Wenzhou for the first time, he was half a head taller than him.The other party wore a uniform blue uniform, spoke like an adult, and sat on a high chair with his short legs barely touching the ground.To Huang Shaotian at the beginning, he should be regarded as quite an interesting person—most of the peers he comes into contact with in normal times have become autistic and silent during the cruel experiment, it is special for Huang Shaotian to keep alive in the middle It is out of place; the researchers deliberately let this go, and they believe that this also reflects the special features of the excellent model "No. [-]" on the one hand.

And he wasn't carefree, he just didn't want to give in.The more indifferent the environment was, the more he felt that he should persevere positively, cheerfully, and vigorously.

The Yu Wenzhou he met at this time became the only person he could talk to.Even though their spheres of activity did not overlap, Huang Shaotian would still seize the various breaks and run to the terrace on the first floor, and he would run into him six or seven times out of ten.After being in touch for a long time, he likes the time with him more and more. Maybe at first he just wanted to chat with someone, but later he felt that as long as he meets him, even if the two of them don’t talk, just stay there quietly for an afternoon Also very happy.

They rarely talked about each other's experiments.Huang Shaotian has never been clear about what kind of experimental product Yu Wenzhou is in. The label on his clothes is not a number, but the letter "S"; he guessed that the other party should be from the brain research team, but he always has scars on his body. Tired and exhausted, he even seemed to have suffered more torture than himself who had participated in the body experiment for a long time.Even so, he never heard Yu Wenzhou complain about the experiment.Most of the time, he just quietly listened to Huang Shaotian talk, listened to him talk about those things that were not very interesting, and listened to him talk about what he learned recently.Every time Huang Shaotian's rest time was over, the two would part on the terrace - he never left first.

Once Yu Wenzhou asked him: "Have you thought about the future?"

"Ah? I don't know, if I can survive..." Huang Shaotian tilted his head, then whispered, "Of course I want to escape from here. Don't you want to?"

"I don't really think about it." Yu Wenzhou smiled.

Huang Shaotian became interested, he leaned over, and pressed head to head with the other party, persistently asking: "What about you? Don't you have any special wishes that you want to fulfill?"

"My wish," Yu Wenzhou said thoughtfully, "is—"

There is a break in the memory here, like an old plastic disc that has been scratched, shaking rustlingly in the record player.He couldn't understand Yu Wenzhou's last sentence.

and after?Later, he began to plan to escape, and he has never contacted the other party since then.When they met again, Yu Wenzhou had already put on the white robe of a researcher, and under the always bright lights of the laboratory table, he cut him up inch by inch.He couldn't tell where the pain was more, the skin, the flesh, the body, the blood rushing with drugs... or the still beating heart, and something constricted inside.

"You're awake." Yu Wenzhou said, "How do you feel?"

"You said that you wouldn't go with them." Huang Shaotian tried hard to force the words out of his throat.

"Your throat hasn't recovered yet, don't talk yet." Yu Wenzhou finished putting the label on, and took a notebook to record, "You slept for almost five hours, and the effect of the medicine hasn't passed yet. I suggest you continue to rest."

Huang Shaotian wanted to sit up from the experimental table, but Yu Wenzhou was clearly prepared and clasped his hands on both sides of the bed in advance.He moved a few times in the two metal buckles, knowing that no amount of struggle would be in vain. "Do you want to become like this without saying a word!" He cried, ignoring the pain in his throat, "Even if it was your choice, you didn't even tell me? You I know how I tried to find you a while ago, but I couldn't find you... What on earth are you thinking! I never know what you are thinking!"

"What do I think," Yu Wenzhou said softly, "Is it important?"

Huang Shaotian was stunned for a moment.

Yes, he thought, this is also the reason why he hadn't explored the other party's real thoughts - the bond between the two was too fragile, and he was worried that a little change would completely break it.He used to think that no matter what the other person would become in the future, no matter how long he could live, as long as they could still meet on the terrace, he would be able to deceive himself and be content with this time.

He was actually afraid of knowing what was hidden under Yu Wenzhou's eternally calm face, as long as he could still see him, that would be enough.

...but this is wrong.The laboratory is not a place where he can keep this weakness.

"It's important," he said firmly. "It's my fault. I should have asked. I don't know how you were treated. I don't know why you chose to do that. But I know you're not. people, you tell me, even if you really..."

"Enough." Yu Wenzhou said softly, "What do you understand? Do you know what kind of person I am?"

He took out a new pair of gloves and put them on, and carefully poured some medicine into Huang Shaotian.The potion was cold and tasteless, Huang Shaotian felt his sore and uncomfortable throat healed a lot at first, and then he found that he could no longer speak.

Yu Wenzhou's fingertips squeezed his neck through the glove, and then slid down, bringing him an instinctive tremor of fear.Then the young researcher said: "Take a good rest, and you will be able to speak normally tomorrow."

Huang Shaotian coughed for a long time, and then started blinking at him desperately.

Yu Wenzhou: "..."

He shook his head and sighed in a rare way.In doing so, he finally shed some of his age-inappropriate, over-grown indifference, looking like a teenager struggling with unreliable friends.

"You're always like this." He flicked the remaining liquid droplets in the hose and tied it in a knot, "No matter how many times you think about escaping...if it wasn't like this, it wouldn't be you. "

What does it mean?Huang Shaotian stared at the other person, feeling uneasy in his heart like spicy noodle soup dripping on a paper towel, gradually expanding into a bloody hole.

"Freedom is very important, but you should also cherish your own life." Yu Wenzhou continued, "I prefer the way you lie here than being smashed into a sieve and stuffed into the freezer."

He took off his gloves, touched Huang Shaotian's tense face, and lowered his head to look into the other's eyes full of complicated emotions.

"Come on," he coaxed, "forget about that. Forget about me."

……

Huang Shaotian curled up in pain in his dream, almost unable to tell whether this was reality or a dream.

It's fake, he tried to tell himself, it's fake, it's a stunt, it's a chemical composition, it's a man-made memory—but countless fragments come rushing in, and even he can't believe this weak excuse.

Those pictures came out of my mind layer by layer.This feeling is very bad. His juvenile memory used to be completely connected back and forth, smooth as the surface of water, but now he finds that it is full of stitches and repairs; countless times of brainwashing, repeated amnesia, all the stitches on his memory have been erased. Ripped it apart roughly, revealing the bloody truth inside.

During the ten years he spent in the laboratory, Yu Wenzhou was there from beginning to end.He met him again and again, these memories were washed away again and again, and he met him again and again like a stranger.Every time he escaped, he ended in failure, and then he lay on the laboratory bench as before, injected with new potions, and watched the same face leaning over him, gazing into his eyes.

The last time, when he woke up again, the laboratory was in ruins.After he escaped, he didn't remember Yu Wenzhou at all, so he just survived as Troubling Rain, constantly looking for news about the laboratory, until he entered the dungeon two days ago.

"The first Soksar was lost before the experiment was successful," he still remembered Wei Chen saying, "so assuming this team is still continuing to research, their 'Socksar' must be the second, The third or later experimental product."

His guess was wrong, there was only one Soksar from beginning to end.

When Yu Wenzhou first entered the laboratory, what he said when he saw the girl in the wheelchair rang in his ears again: "Usually they are not only experimental subjects, but also half researchers, actively cooperating with the instruments and collecting all the data from themselves... "

Soksar, who knows everything about the laboratory, the professor who joined when the second generation laboratory was established, but obeys Yu Wenzhou today—maybe unlike what Yu Wenzhou said, he didn’t join halfway Assistant graduate student, the relationship between the two should be reversed.Probably the professor at that time was the one who assisted Soksar, who had survived from the first-generation laboratory, to conduct research.

but why?Why did Yu Wenzhou do this?What does this have to do with him...?

He found that no matter how hard he tried to recall, he could not trace back those earliest memories.Logically speaking, he should have met Yu Wenzhou before being brainwashed for the first time, but he couldn't awaken this part no matter what.Maybe it was really a very painful memory, he thought, that's why he completely forgot it.

He seemed to hear Yu Wenzhou say: "I just don't want to do this to you."

Huang Shaotian gasped for breath, cold sweat drenched his back.After leaving the laboratory, he almost never had a nightmare, and this was the first time he woke up from a dream in such a state of embarrassment.

Yu Wenzhou's even breathing came from the other side of the room, which sounded very peaceful.

After being separated for many years and reunited again, he finally lay down on such a test bench.Huang Shaotian realized that he might never have escaped from the real prison, this closed shackle of samsara was still locked on his hands at this moment like fate.