Author: Binary Sword Fairy

Miao Shuisheng was confused when he heard this. If they take medicine, they can only bear the consequences. What will you bear?

"There is nothing we can do about it... I will tell you from above..."

The electronic sound was interrupted by the scream of a female nurse:

"Let's run! I can't take it anymore!"

Huh? They don't work here voluntarily?

Miao Shuisheng realized that he had found a perfect opportunity - maybe he could help these two people in exchange for their cooperation.

"But where can we run..." The electronic voice behind the door was extremely dull: "We have been marked. No matter where we escape, they can find our coordinates."

"When will this kind of day end..." The female nurse seemed to have compromised.

"When the experiment succeeds, we will be free." The electronic voice comforted her.

"Really? But they have never made such a promise..." The female nurse's voice became less sharp when she was desperate.

"There will always be a day, Ara, there will always be a day..." The electronic sound gradually decreased in relief until it disappeared.

Ara?

Miao Shuisheng listened to this strange pronunciation and realized that this was the female nurse's name.

But the pronunciation is really strange. At first glance, it doesn't sound like a word made up of the imperial phonetic symbols - it's not even the pronunciation in most languages ​​Miao Shuisheng knows.

'It's a bit like the sacrificial language used by some cults when dancing to the gods...' Miao Shuisheng thought to himself.

Cult organizations usually perform sacrifices when they gather. During the sacrifices, cult priests will perform rituals - usually dancing to the gods. Cult members believe that they can communicate with their gods through body language such as dancing to the gods.

The prayers used in sacrifices will be recited while dancing to the great gods. The pronunciation of the word [Ara] is very similar to some of the pronunciation methods used in cult sacrifice prayers.

Thinking of this, Miao Shuisheng was even more confused.

Is this female nurse an evil spirit worshiped by a cult in this world?

He has no evidence, so he can only guess and cannot prove.

The sound of the door handle being turned was heard from where Ara was in front of him, and then the door was opened. A fishy smell of sea came with the wind, which Miao Shuisheng accurately captured.

'wrong!'

Miao Shuisheng realized something was wrong, but he was unable to take any measures because he did not want to be exposed.

At the same time as the smell of sea came, the sound of a sap hitting flesh and bones exploded not far in front of him without any warning.

In Miao Shuisheng's narrow field of vision, the white shoes staggered back two steps, and then hit the ground heavily.

"Bang..."

With the heavy sound of Ara falling to the ground, Miao Shuisheng finally saw her face through the gap under the bed curtains.

To be precise, it was not a face, but a smashed octopus - Ara's entire head was a red octopus!

The octopus has been smashed to pieces and is becoming transparent due to death, but its original appearance can still be seen.

Miao Shuisheng could tell at a glance that the color on Ara's octopus head the moment she fell to the ground was exactly the same color as the red capsule pill just now.

'These pills... are produced by Ara?'

Combining the guesses about this place and the conversation between Ara and the people outside the door, Miao Shuisheng's mind gradually became clear.

Ara fell to the ground and died, and people outside the door also came in.

A pair of black iron boots that only existed in Miao Shuisheng's nightmares and were like instruments of torture appeared in the field of vision. The two black iron boots were connected to each other by a rusty iron chain. The sound of the iron chain when walking was once

It once became Miao Shuisheng's lingering nightmare.

It’s Liang Ansheng!

Groundless fear struck Miao Shuisheng's heart at this moment. Even under the influence of hormones and the blessing of mental instruments on the intensity of consciousness, he still had fear. He had no idea where this fear came from!

'This fear is not natural! How could I be afraid of myself!?'

The mental strength strengthened by hormones and instruments allowed Miao Shuisheng to calm down quickly and completely.

'You have to go back and ask Xanthium to find out...'

'What I want to do now is...reduce conscious activity to avoid fluctuations in consciousness that attract his attention.'

Miao Shuisheng, who was completely calm, took the initiative to control and stop most of his conscious activities, leaving only "observation" - he became a thorough observer.

Liang Ansheng entered the door, and immediately the slight wind sound caused by "throwing objects" appeared, and a lump of octopus, which had also died tragically, was thrown to the ground.

This is the source of the electronic sound that Liang Ansheng used to communicate with Ara.

The octopus dragged its remaining body and crawled towards Ara's octopus head until the two came into contact and died completely after using up its last bit of strength.

Liang Ansheng was not aware of Miao Shuisheng's presence. He took a few steps forward to a hospital bed and said to the patient on the bed:

"I heard you watched a videotape before coming here."

Liang Ansheng knows something - this means that William Mast of Byron Weiss Zoo knows something about the situation here.

The patient on the hospital bed was not as abstract as talking to Miao Shuisheng at all, but showed obvious fear:

"I...I didn't..."

Liang Ansheng continued with his hoarse voice that caused physical discomfort:

"Now, please read it again."

The sound of the phone being unlocked was followed by the patient's weak voice of rejection, followed by the harsh friction sound of the chains on the black iron boots colliding with each other, and then the sound of a certain video being played——

"It's now July 24, 3202, and I've discovered something more wrong."

A strange man's voice came from the video. The strange man's voice sounded young, probably less than 30 years old. His voice sounded suspicious and depressed.

"I found that the passengers on the tram on my commute always seem to be the same group of people... It's not that the same group of people will change every once in a while, but that in a span of ten years, a group of people will change every ten years."

"Clatter, crash... (the sound of A4 papers stapled together being flipped through)"

"I bought the tram surveillance records of the past ten years on a dark web, and compared them with the surveillance records of the current ten years that I had previously obtained - I looked at the paper documents and used my eyes to

, comparing the faces of these people in a place where there are no surveillance cameras, no electronic radio equipment, no weird radios like that.”

"I came to the conclusion that every passenger on the tram in the last ten years will be completely out of order, at almost non-overlapping times, and dressed and behaved in an almost completely different way from the previous decade.

This happens once every ten years."

"Huh...(trembling sound of deep breath)"

"This is really unbelievable... This is really weird! Fuck! I have encountered a lot of weird incidents in my life, but other weird incidents are just my personal feelings, and I can't find any evidence at all, and this one

It’s different! This thing is really weird!”

"I'm so fucking scared! Is the world I live in fake? Why is this happening?"

"What about me? Am I also one of these...dummy people? Am I also someone who changes into something else every ten years?"

"I dug out other photos! I dug out the ten years before me! Those photos can prove that I existed in the previous ten years! I am normal! I am not a monster!"

"Can……"

"But even if you have photos, what can you prove? The artificial intelligence big data model can already completely simulate a customized virtual life!"

"I...I'm not something that was customized!"

"Fuck! Fuck!"

"Huh, huh... (sound of heavy breathing)"

"I...must prove my existence..."

"There must be...there must be more situations like this! I...I still have to find and prove..."

"Beep (beep when video ends)."

Liang Ansheng's hoarse voice followed closely:

"Remember something?"

The patient responded to him in a voice much weaker than before:

"I...I can't do it anymore..."

Liang Ansheng's emotionless voice made the air feel cold:

"You have been strengthened, and you can't die anyway. Why don't you work hard to figure this out."

"Watch it again."

The video starts playing again.

This time, when the video was halfway through, the sound of "the pumpkin exploded due to the sun" exploded in front of Liang Ansheng.

Before the red blood could drip from the sheets, the red blood splashed by the explosion appeared in Miao Shuisheng's eyes.

He originally only planned to observe, not to think, but at the moment he saw the red blood, several thoughts still appeared in his mind:

'The same color as the previous red capsule pills.'
To be continued...