In the afternoon, Jiang Cheng, who was in the observation room, witnessed the "hysterical" state that the researchers had described. At first, he was thinking about the impact of spinal cord hematopoiesis on cells, but then, without realizing it, the mutant Oqi in front of him suddenly changed his state.
Before Jiang Cheng could even look at it, Ouqi awoke from its deep sleep, probably because the effects of the medication had worn off. Its temples were throbbing wildly, and its blood vessels looked like they were about to burst, indicating that its heart was pumping blood frantically, and that it was in a state of extreme emotional instability.
His hands were trembling.
After trembling for a while, Ochi suddenly convulsed!
At the same time, he yanked on the restraints on his body and let out a sharp roar, which startled everyone in the room!
The lights above were bright, and the glass jar reflected Jiang Cheng's face. His expression changed from deep thought with his head down to looking up at Ou Qi in shock.
Heavy breathing filled the air as the mutated Oqi's chest heaved, its body trembling in a bizarre, spasmodic manner.
Before long, strange sounds filled the top-floor hall, like a wounded wild beast curled up on the ground, squeezing out mournful sobs from its throat.
Then the sobs gradually grew louder and higher in pitch. A ferocious expression appeared on his face, and his pupils contracted wildly, even shrinking to the size of pinholes. A piercing howl suddenly burst from Oqi's mouth, as if he were experiencing excruciating pain, or as if someone were stabbing a needle into his head and stirring his brain. The sound, so piercing to the ears, was terrifying and chilling.
When people are in pain, they usually hold onto something or clench their teeth to distract themselves.
The mutant was bound and had no freedom of movement, so Ochi could only rotate his claws to a limited extent. He was desperately scratching his legs with his sharp nails, where there were also hard scales, but after countless struggles, they were showing signs of falling off and were oozing blood.
The color of the blood was strange.
Jiang Cheng noticed it; it was green...
The researchers watched with bated breath, fearing the jar would break and the mutants, freed from their restraints, would begin their slaughter. Obviously, this wouldn't happen, but their manic behavior still caused some concern.
After watching for a while, Jiang Cheng felt a little sorry for them. He couldn't empathize with what these people had gone through, and he only felt a suffocating discomfort in his heart.
The struggle for consciousness, every single second, might feel like a nightmare... Your body is on a cliff edge, with an endless abyss below. Your fingers grip the cliff face tightly, but you always seem to lose your strength and fall. The terror of the fall is so real... But just when you feel your blood turning to ice, you suddenly find yourself back on the cliff face, and your fingers are about to give way again...
This cycle repeats itself, creating a hellish environment.
"Give him some sedatives, but don't give him too much."
Left with no other choice, Jiang Cheng issued the order.
To alleviate the suffering of these mutated researchers, sedatives are essential, administered every few hours. However, excessive injections can lead to resistance and irreversible damage. Once the medication wears off, their bodies become as fragile as paper, further accelerating the erosion of their consciousness.
But who could bear to let them wander endlessly through the gates of hell...?
A staff member came over and injected the medicine into the robotic arm. A few seconds later, the robotic arm holding the silver needle probed into the canister and inserted it into Ouqi's vein. His body trembled violently a few more times and then fell silent.
Everyone understands that this is not a relief for him, but rather an exacerbation of the damage to his body.
Jiang Cheng left without a word. The researchers behind him watched his departing figure, exchanged glances, and shook their heads.
Everyone could tell that Commander Jiang was in a very low mood.
This time, coming to the top floor, he gained a better understanding of the situation of the mutants, which made him even more depressed. He even had the sinful thought of ending their suffering as soon as possible.
However, the blood of one's own compatriots, which is stained with such blood, can never be washed away in one's lifetime.
Jiang Cheng did nothing else from the afternoon to the evening, staying in his office looking at documents, or rather, staring blankly at them, because he didn't turn a single page... Occasionally, when Gu Qingwan came over to report some things to him, Jiang Cheng would snap out of his thoughts and give a few faint "hmm"s.
The twilight was desolate.
"That's enough for today, I want to rest." He told Gu Qingwan, then walked back to his dormitory without saying another word.
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10 o'clock.
There are slanted shadows under the streetlights.
The sky is dotted with stars.
Tonight is a rare clear night.
Luo Xiaoli walked out of the classroom, looked around, and saw no one. She had rushed out with her books as soon as class ended, without wasting a single moment.
She turned to the side and stepped into the long night, walking towards Jiang Cheng's dormitory.
The soldiers patrolling along the way ignored a girl approaching the commander's quarters, probably with the tacit approval of some leader. It's obvious that it was arranged by the understanding Qingwan.
Arriving at the bottom of the detached house, Luo Xiaoli saw that the lights on the second floor were not on, which made her even more worried. Jiang Cheng hadn't replied to her message that she sent at around 6 o'clock, which was rare. Most of the time, he was a very responsible boyfriend. This caused Xiaoli to not be able to concentrate on her classes and was constantly worried.
She opened the door, stepped onto the stairs, and went upstairs.
Upon entering Jiang Cheng's room, light from outside flooded in, but inside it was pitch black and nothing could be seen. He opened the door a little wider.
Sitting on the carpet, Jiang Cheng, with his legs drawn up, curled up next to the sofa, and this scene came into her view.
Luo Xiaoli pursed her lips. She couldn't describe her feelings at all. It was as if a knife had been plunged into her mouth. Her nose stung and her eyes reddened the next second.
How... has my boy become like this...?
She tossed the book aside and went inside. The commotion didn't bring the dazed Jiang Cheng back to his senses. Until Luo Xiaoli stood right in front of him, he still didn't realize... a pair of hands, cool with the night breeze, touched his cheek.
Jiang Cheng was taken aback and looked up.
Her beautiful face came into his view; she was more beautiful than the starry night sky outside the window.
"You've arrived..."
"If I don't look for you, you won't come back to me, right?"
Luo Xiaoli spoke with a hint of reproach.
"No, I've been busy lately."
"So busy you've even forgotten about your woman, huh?"
Jiang Cheng finally smiled and said nothing, but reached out and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, holding her tightly.
They hugged for a long time, enjoying the warmth they shared, and even forgot to close the door.
They hugged and hugged each other until they kissed.
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