Human world.
Longguo, City D, a scientific research base somewhere under the snow-capped mountains.
A man with tubes inserted all over his body and floating in a special solution opened his eyes.
He has been in this base for as long as he can remember.
Every day, his task is to cooperate with scientific researchers to complete each test.
Provide accurate scientific research data one after another.
As a test subject, he was quite competent.
Perhaps due to experimental needs, scientific researchers would send him a large number of books every day.
After opening his eyes, the man did not rush to escape, but observed the surrounding environment.
Soon, a strong ghostly aura emanated from his body.
These ghostly energies gradually condensed into entities...
Soon, the man had two more "pistols" in his hands.
Bang!
With a gunshot, the bullet condensed from ghost energy shattered the glass in front.
The solution gushed out, and the man walked out of the vessel barefoot.
The moment the man fired the gun, the entire scientific research base fell into darkness.
But strangely, the research base did not issue any alarm.
The man tore off the tubes connected to his body.
Then he slowly walked towards the test bench.
A researcher with a terrified face was lying on the test bench.
"Number 017! What are you doing?"
"You have violated the confidentiality regulations..."
"The higher-ups will destroy you! Now is the time to do it before you make a big mistake..."
"Go back...go back quickly!"
The man ignored him and turned to look at the table beside him.
There is a bright apple on the table.
The man slowly picked it up, put it in his mouth and took a light bite.
“Still tasteless…”
The man swallowed the mouthful of fruit mechanically.
“Guards…Guards!”
"Where are the people? Where have they gone?"
"I suggest you stop shouting. No one will come." The man wiped the apple and put it back carefully.
After hearing the man's words, the researcher's face showed an even more terrified expression.
"impossible……"
"You! How did you do that?"
The man looked at the researcher expressionlessly and made no attempt to respond to his question.
Instead, he slowly walked towards him with a gun.
The man reached out, took a pair of plain glasses from the researcher's face, and put them on his own face.
"What are you going to do?"
“0…017…”
The man shook his head, then took down a set of spare staff uniform from the wall.
He put it on slowly.
"Number 017, you..."
"What on earth are you..."
The man ignored him and looked at the dusty iron gate.
"Mortal wisdom..."
"No. 017!!" The researcher gritted his teeth.
He couldn't let this experimental subject escape no matter what.
Fortunately... this iron gate has a high authority.
He believed that No. 017 had absolutely no ability to escape.
But the next second, a mechanical female voice sounded, completely ending his thoughts.
"Verification passed..."
As the iron gate opened, the researcher fell into great despair.
An experimental subject...
Why does he have the authority to open the iron gate?
Report it... We must report it as soon as possible...
The matter of the experimental subject must never be known to the public...
The researcher's face was also full of panic.
Personal life and death is trivial... If this matter...
Thinking of this, he didn't dare to think any further.
But before he could think of a solution, the man pointed the gun at him.
"No. 017... Don't, don't kill me!"
Bang!
A gunshot rang out, and the researcher immediately let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
I saw a bullet made of ghost energy penetrate his thigh.
Amidst the wailing, the man put away his guns and walked through the iron gate...
…
Thriller World.
Blood Moon Street.
The movie on the screen reached its climax.
The protagonist took out a peach wood sword and sprinkled chicken blood all over the sword.
He looks particularly capable in a yellow Taoist robe, and his thick straight eyebrows have a reassuring effect.
Countless residents of Blood Moon Street watched in fascination. Even Boss Pig and Ye Hongning, who were not interested in movies, were deeply attracted by the plot of the movie.
this……
This is a movie!
What kind of garbage was that before?
"break!"
As the characters in the movie moved, the peach wood sword seemed to possess endless power.
A golden light also flashed on the sword.
As the sword was thrust out, the thousand-year-old zombie king in the movie also died with hatred.
"Fuck!"
“Awesome…”
"Uncle Ying is awesome!"
"I...I want a peach wood sword too!"
A zombie ghost in Blood Moon Street stood up stiffly.
He couldn't help but applaud as he watched the scenes in the movie.
At this time, Aunt Zhao, who had been watching the show, looked at him.
"I say... why are you joining in the fun?"
"That human in the movie killed all your ancestors!"
Hearing Aunt Zhao's slightly sarcastic words, the zombie ghost looked at her with disdain.
“Aunt Zhao, I’m not smart…don’t mess with me!”
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