Therefore, the mere visual dazzling is already very slight compared to the decay of other organs.
"My vision is starting to deteriorate, and if there are problems with my hearing later on, I might die, right?" Henrietta thought to herself, and even felt a little secretly happy.
To her, death is not scary. Continuing to live in this malicious world is what really scares her.
Just as Henrietta was thinking about it, a bagpipe sound suddenly sounded in her ears.
The sound of the flute was gentle, as if it was drifting in the wind from a distant mountain.
But, how could there be distant mountains when she was in the laboratory?
Henrietta wanted to turn her head to look at the source of the sound, but unfortunately, she no longer had any strength in her neck and could not even twist it.
She could only stare at the ceiling like a wax figure.
She sighed helplessly in her heart. Since she couldn't see the source of the flute sound, she closed her eyes and listened quietly.
The gentle sound of the flute reminded her of her mother's arms.
Unfortunately, after her mother left the modern city, she never felt the warmth again.
Could it be that... the one playing the flute is my mother? My mother is back?
However, the momentary excitement was brought back by reason.
Even if her mother comes back, she still won't recognize her. So, there is a high probability that she is a researcher in the laboratory... Although she hates every researcher equally, in her opinion, these are all bad people; but it has to be said that some of them are
Several researchers were quite gentle to him. For example, there was a doctor named Connors who was gentler than others every time he drew blood for her...
The sound of the bagpipes lasted only half a minute and then stopped.
When Henrietta was a little disappointed that "it was too short," suddenly a clear piano sound like flowing water came along with the previous bagpipe sound.
In the sound of harmonious music, her floating mood actually slowly calmed down.
At this time, there was a fruity fragrance in the air.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw a pair of gentle eyes.
It was a middle-aged woman in a long skirt. She sat next to Henrietta with a plate of fruit: "Our little bed sleeper, are you planning to sleep until the moon is high in your nap today?"
Nap? Moon at the zenith?
No, these are not important. The person in front of me... is my mother?
The eyebrows are very similar.
Is it really the mother?
She slowly stood up, wanting to take a closer look... and then, she really stood up.
She still remembered that her muscles began to atrophy and lost strength half a year ago. How could she suddenly be able to stand up again?
She lowered her head in confusion and saw her hands, hands without any blemishes.
She turned her head again. The previous muscle weakness had disappeared, and she could easily turn her head to see the scene around her.
This is a girl's boudoir.
There are dolls and lace everywhere, pink, brown, coffee... and all kinds of beautiful and cute teacups and teapots.
On the white window lattice, there were chirping birds. Through the window, she could see the red sky outside... This was the sunset glow that she had not seen for many years.
However, Henrietta did not focus on the sunset. Instead, she saw her own face through the reflection of the glass window.
That was...myself before mutation.
She remembered that the middle-aged woman next to her was the mother who had not yet been heartbroken and had not left the modern city.
So, am I dreaming? Dreaming about the past?
Although it was a dream, Henrietta still felt extremely excited. She slowly stood up and wanted to hug her mother beside her. However, before she could make a move, her mother hugged her first.
"You have hypoglycemia. Don't move around when you wake up. Eat some fruit first."
While she was talking, there was music coming from outside the window.
She turned her head and looked around, faintly seeing a musician playing the piano in the small garden outside the window. But these were no longer important. She just wanted to lean on her mother's arms. She just wanted to be in this dream.
Here, I seek that trace of tenderness...
…
Henrietta hugs her mother.
In the small garden outside the window, the musician playing the piano slowly stopped, he raised his head and revealed his face.
It's...Angel.
And this world illuminated by red clouds is naturally an illusion created by nightmares.
Just as the dean would give Henrietta a quiet and dignified departure, Angel also decided to give Henrietta a farewell feast.
Use a musical illusion to start a spiritual journey, awaken her inner reflection, and weave an old dream for Henrietta.
This is the only thing Angel can do.
The music faded away, but the illusion did not disappear.
Henrietta still hugged her mother and expressed her inner grievances...
Angel glanced at it from a distance and did not bother her. Instead, he looked at the text column.
When he sent Henrietta into the sealed chamber, Angel sensed new information flowing into the text column. However, when Henrietta suddenly woke up, Angel temporarily decided to create a phantom realm of sound.
Therefore, I did not read the information in the text column immediately.
Now, this spiritual fantasy realm opened by music has been stabilized, and Angel finally took some time to check the new information in the text column.
"Congratulations, you triggered the hidden mission "The Obscure Savior"."
"Mission Overview: Wise challenger, you have understood the crisis in the Fourteenth Town in advance and decided to prevent the doomsday. Even if this prevention will not get anyone's applause, and there will not be a highlight moment as a savior, you still
I decided to prevent this future and become the unknown savior."
"Mission goal: prevent the out-of-control mutant grimace virus from leaking before the countdown ends."
"Block progress: 50%. (When it reaches 100%, the task will be resolved directly)"
"Countdown: 01:59:10"
"Countdown: 01:59:09"
When he saw the task on the text column clearly, Angel was stunned on the spot.
Hidden mission?!
A new type of mission actually appeared? Moreover, it was triggered autonomously?
Oh, no.
This type of mission is not considered a new type. There are many games on the holographic tablet, so... Wonderland Power has been copied again?
Chapter completed!