Chapter 123 Their Pain
But tomorrow will not be better than today.
The first thing Lin Han does when he opens his eyes every day is to get up and look in the mirror.
He studied the face in the mirror, trying to judge whether his younger self was closer to that face than he had been yesterday.
The answer is yes.
After Alfred's fine-tuning day after day, the face in the mirror has become more and more like Jiang Xuchen.
But no matter how similar he is, he has never been singled out and selected to pass the current round of screening like he was with the Giants.
It seems that he himself feels that it is not important.
Alfred couldn't give him any advice.
Lin Han was forced to repeat this day over and over again.
Gradually, Lin Han didn't know how many days he had spent here.
In addition to forgetting his own appearance, he also forgot what Jiang Xuchen looked like.
He knew that the final decision maker of this copy was Jiang Xuchen's brother. He knew that there was only one way to stand out, and that was to become the Jiang Xuchen in his mind.
But one day, when Lin Han got up as usual and looked in the mirror, he saw the stranger in the mirror and was stunned.
He sat there staring blankly for a long time, so long that there was no response when Alfred knocked on the door.
Alfred, who got no response, opened the door and came in. He stood quietly beside him and saw Lin Han stroking his eyebrows with his fingers. His fingers were flattened due to the force, and his skin was also concave due to the force.
But Lin Han just stared blankly without any reaction.
There are only two people in this almost eternal room.
Lin Han didn't recognize his own face, nor did he recognize Jiang Xuchen's face. The only face he was familiar with was Alfred's.
When he saw Alfred's face in the mirror, he moved closer almost in a trance, but didn't dare to look at him.
Lin Han was afraid that he would forget Alfred's face.
On this day, Alfred gave Lin Han a detailed tutorial as usual.
Before and after the repair, Lin Han in the mirror had a face that was completely unfamiliar to her.
Alfred didn't give him a chance to continue looking in the mirror.
He put Lin Han, who still looked like a child, on the bed and told him to have a good rest.
This still received no response.
Alfred lowered the bed curtains, closed the door quietly and left.
The room is very quiet.
The overhead light never went out, but the heavy bed curtains did a good job of blocking out the light.
Lin Han was lying on the bed with his eyes open, and it was dark all around him.
He didn't blink for a long time.
He suddenly felt a little pain in his fingers.
Just a little bit, not unbearable.
But it does hurt.
His overly soft fingertips couldn't even exert the slightest force.
At this moment, the fingertips are empty and filled with an indelible pain.
Lin Han shouldn't have felt any pain.
Unlike all the other figurines, his modeling did not involve any pain, and the same goes for the subsequent refinements.
He could feel Alfred making adjustments to his flesh, but from beginning to end only the cold instrument was moving, and he didn't feel any pain.
Moreover, today has been who knows how many days since he finished shaping his fingertips. It has become a standard feature of his body that keeps repeating itself, so it shouldn't hurt anymore.
But he was really in pain.
Lin Han, too lazy to move, endured the pain in his fingertips and was really unwilling to stretch out his hand.
Wait a little longer, you’ll forget it when you fall asleep.
Maybe one day, everything will return to normal.
He just needs to keep waiting, there will always be a day when he can pass the level.
He was the only player in the [One Day] dungeon. No matter what, he was the only one who cleared it in the end. The only difference was the time it took.
Lin Han comforted herself in this way and finally closed her dry eyes.
But he couldn't fall asleep.
Slowly, apart from the pain in his fingertips, his whole body seemed to begin to ache.
Most of Alfred's styling focused on his face, hands and feet, and no part of his body, which had been hidden by his nightgown for a long time, had been surgically removed.
Lin Han's pain was actually mainly in his face, hands and feet, but the pain spanned from head to toe. The severe pain at both ends gave him the illusion that his whole body was in unbearable pain.
Every knife Alfred cut into his body seemed to tell him about the injuries this body had suffered.
When human skin is broken, it will hurt and bleed.
Lin Han will only bleed but not feel any pain.
He made no secret of Alfred's appearance and never thought of hiding away.
Until this moment, the wounds that had caused him to bleed piled up together and took revenge on him.
He could no longer bear it and struggled to stretch his hands out from the soft quilt. His fingers were clean and there was no sign of bleeding. He touched his face again and his hands were still clean without a trace of blood.
But in Lin Han's perception, his hands and face were covered with wounds, and even his eyes were almost unable to open due to the stinging pain, and his vision was blurred.
Drops of blood flowed out from the open wounds, gathering at his chin and dripping onto the quilt.
He almost hallucinated the sound of blood dripping, and when he lowered his head to look carefully, he actually saw mottled bloodstains on the quilt.
This almost instantly increased Lin Han's fear to the maximum.
It wasn't his illusion, he was really bleeding.
Obviously, today's styling has been completed, and his wound should have healed according to the usual healing rate.
But the bloodstains on the quilt cannot be faked.
Lin Han got out of bed in panic and looked at the mirror again.
The young man in the mirror had a bright red bloodstain on his chest. Just a few drops of blood, fresh enough, had stained a large area of the overly comfortable and close-fitting fabric of his pajamas.
His facial features were filled with fear, and drops of blood flowed out of his nasal cavity uncontrollably, becoming the source of the mottled bloodstains on the ground.
He is bleeding from the nose.
Lin Han still felt unfamiliar with the young man in the mirror, but he knew that the stranger in the mirror was himself.
He sighed with relief, it turned out that he was just bleeding from the nose.
Everything was not as he imagined, the wounds that had been shaped were not bleeding.
But he tried to wipe his nose with the back of his hand, but he couldn't finish wiping it. Both of his hands were wet. When he lowered his head, it was as if he had just washed his hands in blood.
There was also a small pool of blood on the ground in front of him.
His body is like a funnel.
Because it couldn't be blocked, all the blood in his body flowed out through his nasal cavity.
Gradually, he tasted some blood in his mouth.
Lin Han blinked in confusion, feeling a little dizzy.
But as more and more blood flowed and his body became weaker, the overwhelming pain that surrounded him became more and more obvious.
There was almost nothing unusual about him in the mirror except the lower half of his face, but beneath that intact skin and flesh lay hidden his unspeakable pain.
Because he could only feel it and couldn't see it, he couldn't even try to describe the pain he felt.
But he was indeed in pain.
The pain was getting worse.
It was as if all the pain he had never felt before suddenly came to him all at once, causing him to close his eyes in unbearable pain.
Lin Han lost consciousness in pain.
He quickly fell into the darkness of consciousness.
At first Lin Han thought he was just unconscious, but after wandering in the darkness for a long time and unable to wake up, he realized that he was dead.
This day, yesterday, he died particularly early and without any warning.
But he was almost glad that he did not feel the pain that almost overwhelmed him here.
He calmed down again.
When he opened his eyes again, the room was still the same room, but the pain was with him.
Almost from the moment he became conscious, he vaguely felt the presence of pain.
As his control over his body increased, he felt the pain fully.
Head, hands and feet.
Lin Han's face turned pale from the pain, and his lips were bloodless.
Liar.
He clearly has the reward of not feeling any pain from the look, so he shouldn't feel any pain.
Something must be wrong.
Before Alfred arrived, Lin Han had already gotten out of bed and sat in front of the mirror.
He looked like a child in the mirror, his face flawless and without any wounds.
It was as if all the pain was an illusion.
But it was obvious that he really felt pain.
For a moment, Lin Han couldn't tell whether it was real or an illusion.
So when Alfred appeared next to him, Lin Han ran over almost without hesitation.
"I'm in pain."
When he ran these few steps, his feet also hurt. His toes felt like they were pricked by thorns, and they caused intense, sharp pain when they touched the ground.
Alfred had made similar adjustments to his feet as to his hands, but since people don't walk on their toes, it didn't have much impact.
He just felt pain.
At this time, Lin Han was just at the height of Alfred's thigh. Alfred gently touched the top of his head and said, "It won't hurt."
Lin Han does have the reward of not feeling pain. From the initial shape to now, he should not feel pain because of it.
Alfred: "This isn't your pain. Don't feel it."
Lin Han looked at him doubtfully: "But I'm in pain, my whole body is in pain."
The constant pain all over his body made it difficult for him to concentrate and understand what Alfred said.
The door behind them was not closed, so Alfred picked him up and carried him out.
After a long time, Lin Han left his own cage again to see the cages that did not belong to him.
His body was also in pain. When Alfred hugged him, his legs, waist and arms were all aching, but Lin Han bit his lip and said nothing, quietly watching everything around him.
In those similar cardboard boxes, there are little people moving around one after another. They look different and have different modifications on their bodies.
Lin Han still remembered the little man who he thought looked particularly like Jiang Xuchen. He remembered him the first time he saw him, but this time he looked at the other person with some curiosity.
Is this what Jiang Xuchen looks like?
Then his appearance at this moment did seem to be somewhat similar to the other person, but not similar enough.
No wonder he hasn't met the clearance requirements yet.
Because he's not like enough.
Lin Han exhaled with difficulty, and when he was about to look again, Alfred stood on the high ground and did not move.
There were cardboard boxes everywhere. Lin Han could see no less than a hundred cardboard boxes. He could also see little people moving around in the gaps between the overlapping boxes.
Their expressions were calm, just like Lin Han a long time ago, who spent the day quietly and obediently in the room, waiting for the new day to come.
Alfred: "You feel their pain."
Lin Han followed his gaze.
He could not see the injuries on the little people's bodies. They were wearing the same nightgown as him, and were either sitting or lying quietly. No one spoke, and no one wailed.
Only Lin Han.
Only Lin Han's face was distorted by pain.
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