Ye Shuxin was unconscious and unaware. Her flipped and bloody nails began to fuse together and recombine at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then returned to their original unharmed state.
The elegant man returned to the laboratory angrily, scaring the man with glasses who had returned to the laboratory earlier and everyone else.
"teacher……!"
"professor……!"
The man with glasses, along with several other researchers in white coats, suddenly stopped what they were doing and stood up.
"This injection failed again. I want to know which step went wrong!"
The elegant man no longer had the calmness on his face, and his eyes swept over the researchers wildly.
One of the younger researchers couldn't help but say, "Professor, the test subjects are still very weak from repeated blood draws! If we do a few more experiments, I'm afraid their bodies won't be able to handle it!"
When the elegant man heard this, his pupils couldn't help but shrink. He looked up at the young researcher and then uttered cold words.
"Since these test subjects are useless, let's dissect them! Have them capture some fresh ones!"
The young researcher wanted to say something to help the experimental subjects, but he was stunned when he heard such words from the professor!
When the man with glasses heard what the teacher said, he immediately knew that the teacher was unhappy!
He hurried forward, nodded in agreement, and then quietly hid the young researcher behind him.
Seeing this, the elegant man snorted and turned to go into his special laboratory.
His laboratory was no less well-equipped than the ones outside, with all kinds of equipment and a compartment inside. When you pushed open the door of the compartment, you could see an operating room about five meters long and wide. The temperature in the room was close to zero degrees, but this elegant man seemed to not feel the cold at all.
A stainless steel operating table was parked in the middle of the room, with a white sheet covering a bulge on top.
The elegant man disinfected his hands and put on transparent gloves before stepping forward to lift the white cloth. Lying under the cloth was a skinny man about forty years old, naked.
There was a large bruise on the inside of his arm, along with dense needle marks. His thin appearance showed that he had suffered a lot of torture during his lifetime.
His chest had been cut open and fixed with a sternum retractor, and his internal organs could be seen clearly.
The heart had been removed long ago and placed in a jar on a nearby shelf, soaked in formalin.
At this moment, the elegant man reached into the opened chest and carefully removed the lung from the body.
Because after a day, the bleeding holes in the chest had stopped bleeding, but after he did this, some black blood clots began to flow out again.
After he removed the lung, he first placed it on a scale beside him to weigh it, then carefully cut off a small piece of tissue and placed it in a round lid.
Then soak the lungs in formalin liquid like the heart yesterday and cover it with a lid!
Then he took the piece of cut tissue, opened the door of the operating room and walked out!
But he saw the young man who had pleaded for those experimental subjects before standing in his office. He lowered his head awkwardly, but still spoke with a brave face.
"Professor, can we let those experimental subjects go? After all, some of them have families!"
The elegant man's originally expressionless face suddenly twisted, and then he threw the plate in his hand directly at the young man.
In an instant, the scalpels, pliers, scissors and other objects on the plate all scratched the young man's face and body, leaving deep scars, and bright red blood gushed out from the wounds.
The lung tissue that had just been cut off from the tray was also knocked over and rolled to the ground, and the plate also knocked over some experimental equipment on the table!
Hearing the sounds of the experimental equipment breaking, the young man felt a chill in his heart. He didn't expect the professor to suddenly become furious, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
Hearing the noise in the teacher's room, the faces of the people outside suddenly changed, but no one dared to step into the room to speak for the young man.
The elegant man threw away the tray in his hand and walked towards the young man as if nothing had happened. Then he stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, giving it a final pat.
Suddenly, his palms turned red, and then a flame burst out from his palms. The young man was instantly burned. He screamed loudly, but was unable to struggle or move.
His whole body was first burned with blisters, then burned into charcoal, until finally, it turned into ashes inch by inch from the man's palm and fell to the ground.
The fiery red flames were reflected in the eyes of the elegant man. The dark haze between his pupils was now dancing with flames, making his whole face look unusually charming.
"Zhang Yilin, clean up! I don't want to see all this garbage when I come back!"
The elegant man took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket, rubbed his palms vigorously, and then spoke to the man with glasses outside. Then he took a step with his long legs and flew over the pile of ashes.
Zhang Yilin immediately stepped forward and nodded, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.
The sweat flowed down from the eyebrows of the glasses. He wanted to open his eyes to see clearly, but the brightness was so severe that he couldn't help but shed tears.
Teacher...the teacher was not originally such a person!
Under the surveillance of the research institute, Lu Yisheng left City B openly.
Because of the anti-zombie virus injection, the number of people with special abilities under his command has skyrocketed.
Among them were people with spatial abilities, so Lu Yisheng asked them to go and fill up some supplies that others didn't know about before, and then left City B with him.
Lu Yisheng spread the rumor that he was going to settle accounts with Song Yuan, so when the news reached the Song family, Old Man Song just sneered.
If his grandson could be troubled so easily, he wouldn't be called Song Yuan!
However, the grandson's intelligence is also a trouble.
He sent out several groups of people, but they were all cunningly avoided by Song Yuan!
The last group of people brought back news that Song Yuan had passed Xianing and was about to arrive at Longcheng in Suzhou.
I don’t know what this grandson is doing in Longcheng?
Old Master Song cursed while frowning, he was really worried!
It is different now than before. We are so far away. If something happens, even if the Song family has great power in City B, they will not be able to help immediately.
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