It stuck to the rough ground, leaving a long trail.
There is no true empathy in the world. They know that the mutants must be experiencing unbearable pain, but they cannot imagine that what these people are actually going through is even worse.
So, when Jiang Cheng injected a weak current into the chip, stimulating the deeper consciousness of the bound Ouqi, his face contorted almost instantly, and the sleep effect was instantly stripped away. If the skin covering his life had a numbing effect, allowing him to protect himself and catch his breath occasionally amidst the pain, then waking him was undoubtedly like tearing the skin open, revealing the white bones streaked with blood, revealing the naked, beating heart—a gruesome sight.
Ochi's muscles tensed suddenly, his brows furrowed as he tried to pull his eyelids open, but even after pulling out the thinnest capillaries, he still couldn't open his eyes. The scales on his face wrinkled layer by layer, he clenched his teeth tightly, protruding the bones of his jaw, straightened his legs, and opened his mouth extremely slowly, the mucus stretching into strands, pulling at the tender flesh inside his upper and lower mouths.
He wanted to scream out loud, to express the immense pain of his heart bursting and being fried in oil and roasted over fire. But in the end, he couldn't even make a sound, only the hoarse strains of his vocal cords from repeated tremors.
When the pain is extreme, you can't even make a sound.
The hysteria of life cannot be captured in writing.
All the researchers present could hardly maintain a normal expression. Their clenched fists expressed the tension in their hearts, and their palms were sweaty. Some were stunned, while others were trembling evenly.
How could a human face be distorted to that extent? Ochi seemed no longer human, but a painting on a Japanese folding screen called Hell Transformation. His flesh repeatedly folded and contracted under the scorching flames, until he became a dried-up human mummy.
It is said that anyone who saw that screen would tremble with fear, cover their eyes, and flee in panic.
Those who lack mental fortitude would likely cover their eyes even looking at the current state of mutant researchers.
Extremely abrupt.
Caught completely off guard, Oqi suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath like a dying fish desperately needing water. Strings of viscous fluid were forced out of his mouth by his rapid breathing, landing on the scales on his chest. His eyes were wide open, his vertical pupils constantly contracting, the yellowish whites of his eyes surrounding his pupils as if they were about to burst out of their sockets.
The observer's heart was in his throat. Standing in front of the real-time monitoring data graph, he could hear his own heart pounding like a drum. Before his eyes, the waveform was climbing peak after peak, Ochi's heart rate had reached more than four times that of an average person, his hormones were surging, and his blood pressure was soaring.
The observers were very afraid that Ochi would not be able to hold on and would die on the spot.
Even Jiang Cheng, who was quite confident after careful calculation, couldn't help but feel a little worried when he saw the blood under the scales, which looked like steamed red shrimp.
Rapid, labored breathing filled the room, seemingly never-ending, gripping everyone's hearts tightly.
Several minutes later, the breathing gradually slowed down, and Oqi's gaze became increasingly unfocused, with occasional flashes of clarity.
A moment of lucidity is fleeting.
"His breathing and heartbeat have gradually become stable, and researcher Ochi's human consciousness is being restored, which is good news."
Joyful voices came from the side.
Using such methods would undoubtedly cause great harm to the human body. It was like a stimulant to give life a final burst of energy. Jiang Cheng knew this well, so he seized every minute and second, and as soon as Ouqi's condition improved slightly, he immediately went forward.
Jiang Cheng stared into his unfocused pupils and gently reached out to push his body.
Bound up like a rice dumpling, Ouqi's vertical pupils were terrifying. Jiang Cheng tried to find something in them as proof that he was completely awake.
Ochi opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.
Although his eyes were meeting Jiang Cheng's gaze, they were empty inside.
This void lasted for a very, very long time.
Until his drooling mouth closed, his protruding jaws tightened, and the blood color under the scales disappeared... Jiang Cheng's handsome appearance appeared in his eyes.
It's cruel to admit, but this was actually the first time Oqi had seen Commander Jiang in person, the scientific research idol he admired from the bottom of his heart. Their first meeting was in such a way that it felt like they were separated by death forever.
His rusty brain began to turn, his thoughts, like a millstone that had been sluggish for years, resumed functioning, and his nerves beat normally. Only then did he briefly regain his human form.
"Ah... uh."
He opened his mouth, but no words came out. However, his eyes were able to focus, and he stared intently at the person in front of him.
He opened his mouth again, but instead of looking at Jiang Cheng, Ouqi turned his head with difficulty to scan the ceiling above him.
He realized he was bound, and his senses were fully restored.
So, Ouqi lowered his eyes and stared at Jiangcheng.
His lips trembled, turning purple and bloodless. He was bound by restraints, and his fingers were still trembling.
Although his cheeks were covered in scales, everyone could see the human form on his face.
He didn't say anything.
A single tear slid down her rough face.
Then, as if unable to contain himself, it spread all over Ouqi's face.
Who can imagine the torment he has endured since the mutation, the thousand "I'm dying of pain" he keeps bottled up inside—to whom can he tell them...?
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