Chapter 145 The Fire of Desire
Blood dripped onto the ground, and the needle pierced into his tiny blood vessels. The blood vessels swelled the moment the liquid was pushed in, and his lips became paler.
Fortunately, today only a small part of the posterior spine was cracked, and three injections of strengthening and repairing treatment will be enough.
One more shot.
He counted silently in his mind, his eyes falling on the gray-white floor stained with his blood. The liquid seemed to have nothing to do with him. He just stared quietly, watching the hazy blood-red thing grow bigger and bigger, and finally be swept away by the gray-black mop.
The ground returned to its original state.
The sharp needle pierced his body again without hesitation. He said nothing, like a lifeless stuffed toy. The needle piercing his body was as light as the blood dripping naturally onto the floor.
Then he heard strange noises coming from his body.
“Crack.”
The broken bones were forced to fuse together at a speed that ordinary people could hardly bear. The growth and repair of the bones were like countless sharp knives, cutting countless heavy wounds in his fragile organs and flesh.
His chest twitched twice and his upper body flexed uncontrollably.
This is what it feels like to be cut into pieces from the inside out.
Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth again.
He hung his head and sat quietly in the corner, like a well-behaved and sensible specimen, waiting for the researchers to help him complete the last task - recording the blood oxygen, hormone and other data produced during his injury and repair process.
He seemed to vaguely hear a child about his age crying in front of him. The child was also one of the experimental subjects, but he had been receiving drug injections for a long time. The child had just been drugged and had less endurance than him. He had been crying since he was brought to this area.
Maybe crying.
His fingers trembled unconsciously twice.
have no idea.
Because both of his ears were eaten by monsters today and the new ears have not grown out yet, he can't hear clearly.
One of his eyeballs was gouged out, and he didn't want to look up and face the bright light.
But that doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter whether he lives or dies.
"Master, you are very good."
The researcher cleaned the red spot on the corner of his mouth.
The newborn's ears had just been bandaged, so he could only hear what the researchers were saying. His vision was still dark, and he was not even sure if there was a crying child sitting over there.
But what does that have to do with him?
People who come here die soon, and even if there are children, they will die tomorrow.
Life is so fragile.
But he is no longer a normal living being, so his heart is still beating.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
He thought of the monster he had dragged to the corner just now. He had cut a half-meter-long gash in its chest, and the eerie bones protected the ugly heart. Even though most of its face was missing, the poor flesh and blood was still shaking unconsciously and making weak wails.
Because he had been taking drugs since he was a child, his body recovered quickly, and he was able to identify objects by sound in the corridor on his way back to his room.
But at this time he felt that being deaf, blind and mute all his life was the best thing.
"Who is that?"
Someone asked his companions.
"Zhang Lian, also known as Young Master."
"Oh, how did it become like this?"
"Shh, keep your voice down, his ears are fine."
"How old is he?"
"Four or five years old. Don't look at his young age, he has already been tested 23 times."
"Twenty-three rounds?" The man's voice was filled with caution. "Let me tell you, children who grow up in that kind of environment are not mentally healthy. Some time ago, I met a kid about fifteen or sixteen years old in the subdistrict. His name was Zhang... Zhi...? It was a three-character name, but I forgot the details."
"That kid was ranked first in the division, but his spirit has long been rotten. He would chop anyone he saw. In the end, he was locked up in a cage like a dog. When I went to see him, he was huddled in the corner of the cage. He was nowhere near as impressive as he was when he won first place half a year ago. Tsk, how pitiful."
Zhang Lian's eyes moved slightly, he stopped, raised his head and glanced at the two people who were talking on the edge.
The two men seemed to be twisted by something on the back of their necks. They immediately broke out in cold sweats, their bodies pressed against the wall, and their mouths tightly shut.
Zhang Lian didn't feel angry at all, he just thought these people were weird.
It had been a long time since the family had a child who could pass all the tests. Zhang Lian's mother, who insisted on taking the test, had a lower status in the family. Although everyone had to respectfully call Zhang Lian "Young Master" out of courtesy, in fact, they looked down on him more or less because they looked down on his mother.
Who would have thought that Zhang Lian was an unprecedentedly young and excellent experimental subject who had survived many tests? While they looked down on him, they also had an unconcealable fear in their hearts.
It's so scary.
How could a child who just turned five years old remain expressionless in front of monsters that were much taller than him, fight with those monsters, and finally come out of the test box covered in blood?
Zhang Lian has been taciturn since childhood. He did not cry or make a fuss even after breaking an arm. People have rarely seen Zhang Lian show fear on his face.
In other words, Zhang Lian has no emotions.
If a person does not know joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, or fear, is he still a human being?
If Zhang Lian was born like this, he would be lucky. Sadly, he cried louder than anyone else when he was born.
Then the crying sound was forcibly blocked by someone.
His mother fed him in her cold arms, called him by his experimental subject number, and broke down everything about him into a long string of numbers. The regression results predicted that he would grow into the most powerful experimental subject, and thus Zhang Lian was qualified to live.
It is indeed dangerous for a person to be without emotions, but Zhang Lian was born to be seen as a knife that would be broken and thrown away for forging.
A knife doesn't need emotions.
If Zhang Lianruo laughs, slap him in the face; if Zhang Lianruo cries, cover his mouth; if Zhang Lianruo is timid and dares not move forward, let him know that there is no way for him to escape.
Zhang Lian's emotions were suppressed and forced back again and again, and the result was indeed a happy ending. There were more and more corpses under Zhang Lian's feet, and the predicted curve was approaching infinity.
People around him regarded Zhang Lian as a monster and a lowly white rat, but they had to pray to Zhang Lian for protection.
The monster is disgusting and despicable, but very powerful.
A normal person might find all this infuriating, but Zhang Lian just didn't care.
They hated him, liked him, hated him, and wanted to devour him like a leech, but it didn't matter.
Zhang Lian mechanically ate the standard nutritious meal delivered today, and listened to the housekeeper beside him reporting his test data to his mother. His mother said, "Only a few broken bones today? He is indeed growing faster than I thought. Increase the dosage tomorrow and don't waste his talent."
The nutritious meals were awful, but that was okay.
Because his sense of taste does not affect his ability to withstand injuries in combat, he is basically not injected with drugs to treat his tongue. Now his mouth is still covered with blood, and when he swallows the food stained with blood, it tastes like chewing on rusty steel. He is most familiar with this taste, so naturally he doesn't find it difficult to swallow.
Zhang Lian lay quietly on the bed. Even his sleeping posture was arranged. If he moved a little more, his mother would send a reminder. If he did not return to the correct posture, he would be punished with electric shock.
The housekeeper stood at the door and said to him indifferently: "Master, I will wake you up at four o'clock tomorrow morning. Please spend your night well."
Zhang Lian has always been a well-behaved person. Usually when the housekeeper knocks on the door, Zhang Lian has already put on his clothes.
He accepted it all obediently and played the role of the perfect experimental subject without any complaints.
Is Zhang Lian in pain?
Not painful.
In other words, he doesn't know what pain is.
He repeated this kind of life for another nine years.
Until the day he was fourteen years old, the monster in the test box unexpectedly ran wild, and the whole scene was in chaos. Because he had always been obedient, the researchers' minds were on suppressing the monster and no one paid attention to him.
Zhang Lian stood alone in the corner of the test box, looking up at the moon tonight.
It was a snowy day, the roads were icy, and snowflakes fell softly on people, with a few of them kissing their red noses.
The moon hanging in the deep blue night sky shines softly, moistening circles of creamy warmth.
For a long time, Zhang Lian could not face strong light because of his eye injury. No matter whether it was the strong sunlight at noon or the bright artificial lights in the room, these lights did not accept him, except for the soft moonlight.
This was the only glimpse of light he was allowed to peek into.
The moonlight is beautiful tonight.
He couldn't explain how he came to this conclusion.
His world was filled with gray, black and blood red, and he could not tell what was beautiful and what was ugly.
Zhang Lian felt that he was stunned, and his mind was completely attracted by the moon in the sky.
Without thinking, he took a step forward and chased after the distant moon in the sky.
Zhang Lian had heard the story of Kuafu chasing the sun. Kuafu ran for nine days and nine nights and finally caught up with the sun, but died of thirst because he wanted to embrace the sun.
But so what?
Zhang Lian’s heart was pounding.
His heartbeat seemed to be different. It was no longer like the dying gasps of the monsters in the test box. His heartbeat began to become chaotic and began to escape from the strict heart rate set by his mother.
The snowy night was long and there was too much snow on the road, so every step he took was difficult. He didn't know how long it had passed before he arrived at a completely unfamiliar place.
At this moment, the clouds just covered the moon, and its light dissipated a lot in an instant. Zhang Lian raised his eyes and could no longer see the moon.
Although there were dim lights on the street ahead, Zhang Lian felt as if the whole world had fallen into darkness again.
A truck with glaring white emergency lights on was speeding down the slope in front of him, and Zhang Lian just stood there.
The first test he received was the impact of heavy objects. At that time, Zhang Lian was less than three years old, and timidity had not yet been eradicated from his body. He was frightened and accidentally called out "Mom", but the only answer he got was the giant iron hammers grown from the four walls.
At this stage when many people are still learning to speak, Zhang Lian, with half of his body crushed to a bloody mess, lying on the bed, understood silence.
Don't ask for help, because no one will come to save you.
But when Zhang Lian could easily crush an out-of-control truck with his bare hands, he was suddenly hugged by someone.
The two men rolled into a snow pile nearby. The man was covered in blood and his limbs were cold, but Zhang Lian's face was pressed against his only warm chest.
Zhang Lian's fingers moved slightly.
He looked up and saw the man's thin face and tears that seemed to be blurred by moonlight.
Zhang Lian was stunned again.
On the silent snowy night, the sound of their heartbeats was like thunder in the sky.
It will rain after thunder, and the sky will be clear after the rain.
Zhang Lian felt as if there was a round egg buried in his heart, and at this moment, a crack appeared in the eggshell, and an emotion of "surprise" emerged from inside.
He seemed to be able to see again, to see the moon again.
But as the clouds in the sky grew thicker, whose moon was he seeing?
The eggshell shook again, and the second emotion arose, that of a childish "curiosity".
He stared at the man's red nose for a long time, watching the snowflakes fall on it and melted by his body temperature. Zhang Lian didn't know that a more complex and magical feeling had stretched out a little bit. He didn't know how to describe this feeling at the moment. He only knew that he wanted to kiss the man's nose.
I want to wrap the other person in my body temperature.
At first Zhang Lianshang could control his emotions, but as time went by and adolescence, which had been suppressed to the point of dullness, rushed over, he realized that the eggshell of the egg in his heart had been shattered into powder without him knowing when, and that strange tree of emotion had grown into luxuriant branches and leaves, with slender roots that tightly grasped his heart.
For Zhang Lian, the first step to falling in love is not "wanting to touch but pulling back the hand", but wanting to "possess" Li Ziyue completely by his side.
The initial confession consisted of only two words: mine.
The speed at which this feeling grew was far beyond what Zhang Lian could bear. A little bit of liking could give rise to the desire to reveal himself, both mentally and physically.
It started from the moment he saw Li Ziyue changing his shirt beside him in the early morning.
From the moment he couldn't take his eyes off Li Ziyue's naked skin.
It started from the time when Li Ziyue was clearly fully dressed but looked naked in his eyes.
Li Ziyue's eyebrows were covered with an alluring mist at some point. His eyes were brighter than ever, moistened with crystal water light, his lips were adorned with a light red, and underneath was his snow-white skin, showing a little bit of sweat.
The sunlight came in through the window and fell on Li Ziyue. He had his back to Zhang Lian. The light illuminated half of his body, allowing Zhang Lian to see the concave curve of his waist and abdomen hidden under his coat.
Only Zhang Lian knows how soft that place is.
Occasionally, there would be ice chips from outside on Li Ziyue's body. The ice would melt silently at his collarbone and form a few invisible drops of water.
The water droplets slid down Li Ziyue's smooth chest until they were absorbed by the fabric at the waist.
Zhang Lian would even imagine the final temperature of the water droplets, and he would even feel inexplicably irritated when he saw Li Ziyue taking off her clothes.
He would even envy a disappearing drop of water.
What is in his heart now is no longer just an egg filled with little surprises, but a Pandora's box that hides many strong and terrifying emotions.
bad.
Obscene.
shameful.
Zhang Lian didn't know his father since he was a child. His mother only treated him as the best experimental subject. Few people around him cared about him. Many malicious things attacked him. In order to protect himself, Zhang Lian had to suppress all his natural emotions deep in his heart. He became numb, cold, and like a machine.
But all this changed the moment he met Li Ziyue.
The desire for love is like a raging flame, or like a huge waterfall falling towards you.
Zhang Lian was unable to handle such complex and numerous emotions because when he should have learned how to "love" the most, when he was a few years old and sat in the corner with his head down, no one reached out to teach him.
Therefore, when Zhang Lian was dealing with his feelings for Li Ziyue, he only felt disgusted.
He never hated Li Ziyue, who caused him to have these feelings, but he also never thought of making an unbearable request for help to Li Ziyue.
Zhang Lian could only suppress himself again and again, and hate himself again and again.
He sat helplessly at the dining table, slowly swallowing the food filled with anxiety and fear.
It was as if two of him had grown inside his body, one was an obedient younger brother who would just tilt his head and say he didn't know when Li Ziyue asked him to, and the other was a lustful monster generated by the emotional magic box who wanted to eat Li Ziyue.
I want to spy on you.
I want to touch you.
I want to kiss you.
I want to take off your clothes myself.
I want to hold you under me.
I want to accept all your temptations, kiss your tears, bite your Adam's apple, and then let you watch me eat you up bit by bit in front of the mirror.
I want to imprison you. I want to handcuff your limbs with my own hands so that you can never escape from me.
I want you to belong to me completely and be my toy, and at the same time you are still my most sacred moon, and you will always have the right to make me bow down to you.
I think……
Zhang Lian slapped himself.
The palm strike was so powerful that blood spurted out of his mouth. The redness of the blood stung his eyes and two lines of tears rolled down.
Li Ziyue, who was cooking porridge in front, was startled and came over quickly: "What's wrong? Why are you coughing up blood?"
"Why are you still crying?"
Li Ziyue hugged him and patted his back gently: "It's okay, it's okay. What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"
Such a good person.
Zhang Lian rested his chin on Li Ziyue's shoulder, his eyes gloomy.
Such a good person will never doubt in his life how obscenely and shamelessly I humiliated him just now.
All the emotions condensed into a bite on the pointed teeth.
Zhang Lian bit Li Ziyue's shoulder gently, then shook his head obediently: "It's okay with me."
Li Ziyue sighed: "You are only fourteen years old, there is no need to endure it, just tell me where it hurts, I won't scold you."
Fourteen years old.
Zhang Lian sneered.
If I were older.
If I really can't bear it.
If I really...
He coughed violently and his face turned as white as paper.
Suddenly he thought of the two people he met in the corridor when he was five years old. Growing up in such an environment, he must have had mental problems.
Zhang Lian's throat was choked with sobs, and he just leaned on Li Ziyue's neck and cried.
The emotions mixed with these tears were too complicated, but Li Ziyue simply thought that Zhang Lian was crying because of pain.
Zhang Lian pursed his lips shyly, and when Li Ziyue's eyes fell on him, Zhang Lian turned into that innocent and sensible little brother again.
Originally, Zhang Lian thought that he could hide this dirty desire for his whole life, or as time went by, he would have fewer dirty thoughts about Li Ziyue. However, the emotions that Zhang Lian had painstakingly suppressed for nearly eight years were completely shattered when he was 22 years old and met Li Ziyue again in a primary pseudo-human copy.
A spark meets dry wood.
The burning became more intense.
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