Occasional darkness will make people involuntarily calm down, but the long-term darkness that cannot be seen will only make people anxious, irritable, angry, and crazy, and all negative things will flood from all directions like a tide, along the top of the head, under the feet, and on the fingers like a cane that cuts continuously, until the whole person is bound, enveloped, and pulled into deeper darkness He could hear the dripping sound outside the instrument, which seemed a little far away through some kind of envelope, like some kind of timing from another world, mixed with some reminders of experimental data that he didn't understand at the time, boring and boring.
Every once in a while, he would be transported into another test chamber, and every time the mechanical sound of the experiment was coldly sounded, two forces would be loaded around him, maybe it was an energy field or something else, he didn't quite understand it at the time.
He could only feel a suction force dragging him to one place, like a pool of water with a rubber plug suddenly pulled, a huge whirlpool binding him with an inextricable force, so strong that almost his body was squeezed and deformed, and the posture did not seem to drag him to a certain point in space, but directly to another world.
Another force tried to hold him in place.
At this time, the control of the limbs will wake up for a moment, as if it suddenly retreated to a time when the potion had not been injected into the body and had not taken effect.
However, this awakening of consciousness was as useless as his sufficient mental strength for a long time, and in the process of being pulled, he felt his body hovering on the verge of tearing more clearly.
Sometimes he could even smell the strong, pungent smell of blood coming from his body, which brought his chaotic consciousness back to his senses due to excessive pain.
Whenever this smell appears, the two pulls that are loaded on him are withdrawn.
He will be returned to his original container for the most meticulous and meticulous treatment.
That's right, meticulously detailed.
Even if he didn't understand the monitoring and recuperation data of the electronic audio broadcasts, he knew how complicated the procedures were.
As a result, he can always recover his health quickly and then devote himself to the next reincarnation.
I don't know how many times this process was repeated, and for a while he had been dreaming that he was standing in a dark night, looking down at the large flowers of blood on his body, and the rusty, fishy smell stimulated the conditioned reflexes in his body, making him energetic and awake.
He was about to laugh when suddenly a hand touched his head from behind and asked him, "Does it hurt?"
Then he didn't want to laugh so much.
He gradually got used to the pain through repetition, and no matter how big or deep the wound was, it would always be fine in the end anyway.
He didn't know what the original purpose of those experiments was, but the repeated failures inadvertently gave him another function, and his physiological healing ability has gone far beyond the scope of "normal people".
By the time he vaguely understood the purpose of the experiment, it finally succeeded He finally got rid of the shackles of time to a certain extent, filled in the so-called "only imperfection of man" in those people's mouths, and changed from passive trigger to autonomous control in the torture of "near-death regression again", and then gradually became numb into a monster.
"I escaped while they were celebrating the success of the experiment, and I guess everything they did was done in secret, and that day someone found out where they were, and it was chaos that gave me a chance."
Saeyang shrugged, "Of course, an invisible little fool can't figure it far.
In the process, I bumped into a group of wanderers and was taken into the flying machine by them. ” He said it very succinctly, and all the clashes and firefights were said in a few words: "They were a little unlucky, they had a conflict with another group of people in a certain sector, maybe a wanderer, maybe an army from a certain planet, and then Bo exploded into fireworks, and the emergency self-rescue device of the aircraft stuffed me into some escape pod, and I was salvaged after floating in space for a few days." ” Speaking of this, he laughed: "The salvage person must have guessed that it is the unlucky King of Wanderers, Lord Carlos Black.
Unfortunately, the timing of his appearance was not quite right, and I was a little excited due to the experiment.
Anyway, I spent a few days on Carlos Black's flying machine, and neither side was very pleasant, which set the emotional tone for the few times I dealt with them later.
Then they happened to have a deal with the military department, and I was back on the ground.
The military department found some experimental information on me" Saeyang tilted his head and pointed at the side of his neck, "It seems to be here, as far as I know, a lieutenant general of the military department later took someone to take the whole experiment to the nest, and there seem to be a few imps in it." ” Chu Si suddenly remembered the child who appeared and disappeared in front of Jiang Qi's apartment, and there was also a number mark on the side of his neck, "So the one I met last time" "Ah, that little."
"I did wonder if it had something to do with that lab.
The initial guards there should not have been as strict as they had been later.
Maybe they thought that four or five-year-olds couldn't do anything, but I don't think it was very difficult to escape at that time, and I escaped several cubs.
Later, when I fled, I vaguely heard a man chasing me say that it was the second time I had lost control, and of course, I had no memory of the first time.
After all, you can't expect someone who doesn't even remember what he looks like to remember a failed escape. ” "And then," Chus asked, with a tone of humility that even he didn't realize.
"Later, it took a few years of treatment, and my eyes recovered, and then the military department arranged me in a sanatorium, and then you threw me bloody."
Saeyang laughed after speaking, "A very boring and uninspired story. ” In fact, for a long time, Chus has been thinking about a question.
Why would a person like Saeyang be willing to stay in a nursing home, or even be willing to accept the constraints of a training camp or even go out on a mission for the first two years?
He thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of any other reason than to find excitement, so he put a certain hat on Sa'eyang's body, which can be regarded as a kind of self-righteousness, because he himself did it with a purpose.
But now, he felt that maybe there were some other reasons for that, less crazy and rebellious.
"Do you like sanatoriums and boot camps," Chus asked, "I mean, aside from the things I find fault with and what I find fault with." ” Saeyang raised an eyebrow, and his tone took on a hint of disgust, "Of course you think it's very, very annoying, every time I see those childish rules, I want to do something to destroy them, they always make me think of something that is not so comfortable."
I have to say that being found by you and finding your faults is probably a rare and not boring thing in those years. ” When he said this, he smiled again, and seemed to think that the two teenagers who were incompatible with each other back then were a little too naïve.
Chu Si also bent the corners of his mouth: "Then why did you stay for so long?"
"For the sake of them having copied the lab and cured my eye," said Saeyang, "I barely endured it for a few years." ” Whether it was in the sanatorium, or in the training camp, whether it was a teenager or just an adult, every time Saeyang appeared in Chus's field of vision, he was always alone, even if there were more people around him as a background, his temperament that was not related to anyone would always be strongly highlighted.
He had thought it was arrogance and contempt caused by too much conceit, but now he understood why.
If the starting point of a person's memory is a fragmented darkness, a closed container, and the world is implicated, except for the countless ports and infusion tubes on his body, and he can't even hear the human voice, he probably can't get used to this world with many connections.
So even now, even now that Sa'er Yang has changed significantly, he still seems very alone, he can talk to Tang and them, but he has not become familiar with them, he can make some jokes with Shao Heng, but he is still not very close.
The interaction between normal people presents a very extreme result to him, and all the implications between him and the surroundings are all through Chus.
This kind of psychology is to some extent the same as that of a child who has just begun to have emotions, as if a long time has returned, without those intricate relationships and side branches He only has two hands, so he can only concentrate on grasping one person.
Chus looked into Sa'eyang's eyes, and there was a slight smile in his crooked eyes.
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His eyes were a clear light gray, almost transparent, always giving people a cold and unfathomable feeling.
It seems that no matter how much you laugh, there is a kind of silence for a long time.
"Sae" "Hmm" Chus looked at him for a moment, then reached out and hugged him.
"Maybe it's a little late."
Is it late Saeyang's chin pressed against his shoulder socket and he blinked lightly.
The pale eyes were hidden in the shadow of half-drooping eyelashes, and the quasi-natural light in the room sprinkled a few small dots of light on them through the gaps, so beautiful that it was impossible to tell that he had been blind for several years.
After his eyes recovered, he couldn't get used to it for a long time.
Sometimes, he would suddenly see that his surroundings were still pitch black, like an isolated island completely outside the world.
Sometimes he will suddenly hear a few faint electronic sounds, reporting some time, energy-related data, like a psycho who has begun auditory hallucinations, and sometimes he will feel that he always has a trace of blood on his body, thick and sweet, and he will not be able to disperse But it doesn't matter.
Look, someone hugged him without mind: