"Let's do a test next." After saying a gesture, I followed several other Japanese soldiers up in a daze. They lifted the old man up and then pressed him on the iron bed. They found a wooden board.

Then I suppressed him firmly. In fact, the old man didn't resist at all, but my hands were unable to fight.

"Calm down! Idiot!" a veteran whispered to me.

"Hi!" I pretended to be calm and said this, but my heart felt like it was being pierced by a steel bar and it was painful and suffocating.

A devil in a white coat brought a syringe filled with plasma. "This is horse blood. Now we are going to inject it into this blood vessel as big as a road and see what happens?" I saw several people wearing the same clothes.

The Japanese who wanted to be a doctor immediately took out a small book and concentrated on it, as if he wanted to learn some sacred knowledge. The other one immediately took out a stopwatch and said next to him: "Professor, I'm ready."

Miyazaki Ruoi's father walked over, grabbed the old man's arm, found the blood vessel, and inserted it with a needle.

At this time, the stopwatch also started ticking, and my heart trembled with every beat. As the injection ended, we took away the wooden board and showed the old man who had been injected with horse blood uncovered.

in front of us.

"Ten seconds later, the subject began to tremble all over." At this time, the old man began to tremble. His teeth were clenched, his eyes were wide open, and he looked very painful.

"Thirty-seven seconds later, the experimenter began to twitch." At this time, the old man began to twitch desperately. The two Japanese soldiers tried to hold him down, but they were pushed away by him. He howled and rolled on the ground.

, spasming all over.

"One minute, the experimenter breathed rapidly and began to foam." The old man leaned against the wall and exhaled loudly. Foam came out of his mouth from time to time, and then gradually calmed down. Miyazaki Roy's father

Walked in front of him, listened, rolled the old man's eyes, and pressed the stopwatch: "One minute and forty-five seconds, the experimenter's pupils will dilate and the heart will stop beating to prove death."

With the announcement of this result, I seemed to hear that I had been pardoned from the death penalty, and my whole body suddenly softened.

Miyazaki Ruoyi's father nodded with satisfaction, and the other doctors were also trying hard to remember things.

"This is an old-age experiment. In the future, we will conduct experiments on various age groups to obtain more precise experimental data."

"Professor, I take the liberty to ask, what's the point of this?" The anger in my heart burned like a flame, but I had to pretend to be ignorant and asked. My words were questions, but I used a weak tone.

.

The professor is Miyazaki Ruoyi’s father. He obviously didn’t expect me to ask questions, let alone ask such a question. He was stunned for a moment, and said with joy: “This is science, this is the most real science, the most vivid

Data!" Listening to the echoes of other devils, I felt like I had asked this question many times, what can you argue with a group of beasts? The only thing you have to do is kill them all.

"You two carry him out!" This may be a "reward" for my question. Miyazaki Ruoyi's father chose me and another Japanese to carry the old man out of the experimental classroom. The old man was lying there, covered in blood.

The blood vessels seemed to be purple and were vaguely visible under the skin. I didn’t look at it too much, gritted my teeth and walked out of the laboratory.

The old man was lying on his back on the trolley transporting the body, his shapeless eyes still staring straight at me, and his dilated pupils seemed to torture my soul.

"I won't let your death be in vain! I swear!" I said secretly in my heart.

"After the data is sorted and backed up, seal it!" "Hi!" This is the last sentence I heard before the door of my laboratory closed. This means that all experimental data and information should be stored together. What I am looking for

The first is this data room.

I was calculating the location of the data room in my mind, and before I knew it, I had followed the trolley to the old man's last stop - the incineration room.

"Hey! Old guy, fresh wood!" The Japanese guy next to me said with a smile and winked at me.

Looking along the open iron door, inside the dark cabin, which was humid and hot, a shirtless old guy was kicking his thigh into the crematorium. With the force of his thigh, the shriveled lifeline under his crotch

The old devil picked up the wine bottle on the ground and took a sip and then said: "Ah! There are two good things in China, one is women, the other is wine, ah! If you enjoy it, throw the wood here!"

The dead bodies, the coagulated blood, and the strong liquor that was lowered from the corner of the old guy's mouth emitted an unpleasant smell under the heat of the coal. I covered my nose and retreated as if I was running away.

"Pa!" I felt my shoulders sink, and then the voice came into my ears, "Hey! Yamamoto-kun, the professor asked you to go to the laboratory building to find him." This guy is a Japanese guy who lives in the same room with me. He looked at my expression.

He smiled and said, "How is it? It tastes good inside, does it taste like barbecue?" Japanese people are not good at joking, so I believe he meant what he said. "Abnormal! Beast!" I cursed in my heart, but on my face

He nodded calmly and calmly.

"Identification!" I was stopped by the guards at the entrance of the experimental building. The two Japanese soldiers had just seen me coming and going here, but they still had serious faces. The characteristics of the Japanese nation were undoubtedly evident on their faces, which were dull, rigid, and lacking in quality.

Flexible! But Chinese culture is like this. If you were a modern person who is pro-Japanese, you would describe it as rigorous, serious, and meticulous. My whole family is pro-Japanese, and the Hari people!

"The professor asked me to come, I don't have any documents!"

"Sorry, you can't enter without documents. Please stay away from here, otherwise we will shoot!" As they said this, the two Japanese soldiers actually raised the 38 caps in their hands.

"Yamamoto-kun, here is the certificate. I was negligent for a moment. Please forgive me!" The pervert who just reported to me was actually polite and polite at this moment, and even made me feel the word elegance. This is an elusive character.

Nations, they show incredible opposition in everything, being extremely aggressive and very gentle by nature; militaristic yet loving beauty; arrogant yet polite; stubborn yet weak and fickle;

Tame but unwilling to be manipulated; loyal but prone to rebellion; brave but timid; conservative but very welcoming of new ways of life. All these things, like the north and south poles of a magnet, can appear naturally in every day.

On a Japanese person.

I took the certificate, nodded at him, turned around and handed it to the guard. The guard checked it carefully before letting me in. I really couldn't figure out what they were checking.

After entering the experimental building, a Japanese man in white came up to him and said, "Kazuo Yamamoto?"

"Hi!"

"The professor is waiting for you in his office."

"Hi, where is the professor's office?"

"It's on the third floor, which is the top floor."

"Thank you!" I was really overjoyed to hear this news, because then I could legitimately search all the rooms. I believe the data room must be in this building.
Chapter completed!