The silence continued for a long time, but unlike the experimenter, the man didn’t coldly say “electric shock”. Instead, he showed an abnormal patience, staring at Sinan’s wary eyes, and slowly said: “I’m your new father.”
Slap! A swift punch was abruptly stopped. The man gripped Sinan’s wrist, forcing his hand down inch by inch.
“You’re not my dad…” Sinan rasped, staring at him.
“My dad is sick, sleeping in a wooden box… he’s just sick…”
“Like this?” the man sneered, easily dragging Sinan to a corner of the laboratory and swiping a card to open a metal door.
Several ragged, skeleton-like people wandered in the open space, dragging their feet, desperately reaching forward, emitting unconscious, miserable howls. Seemingly startled by human presence, these living dead slowly turned, staring directly over, beginning to move towards the entrance.
Sinan fearfully stepped back half a step, then was grabbed and pushed inside by the man.
“Break their necks, or you’ll die.”
The demon-like voice from behind would penetrate his memory, taking root in his subconscious:
“Kill them. Destroy their brains.”
But his eyes were half-closed, his eyelashes obscuring all expression, with no discernible focus.
Yan Hao’s face rapidly turned red, then blue, and his uninjured hand trembled as it grabbed Sinan’s wrist. However, in the rapidly deteriorating oxygen-deprived situation, all his struggles were futile.
…Why…he thought painfully.
Wake up… please, Sinan, wake up…
His inner plea was destined to be in vain.
Yan Hao heard his throat emit an unbearable creaking sound, his vision blurring and darkening; in the moment before falling into the abyss, he saw Sinan raise his hand, fingers sharp as knife tips, reaching toward his eyeball.
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Who am I?
How was I born?
Countless living beings, born and dying, experiencing joy and sorrow, with time accumulating into history washing over every rock on Earth, how did a “me” suddenly appear?
“What have you turned me into? What have you turned him into?!”
The sixteen-year-old boy stood in the overgrown grassland, pointing at the moss-covered iron-gray tombstone behind him, his scream echoing through the cemetery: “Did you ask our opinion? Do you know this is not what he wanted? Why forcibly retain someone who has already left? Let him go!”
The boy staggered backward, looking at a woman in an expensive black dress as she wept uncontrollably.
