Chapter 38 Perfect New World (VIII)
To be precise, there is only one thing in the pure white room.
There is a mirror hanging on the wall opposite the door, at half a person's height.
It has no frame and looks a bit crude, like the kind that hang in old-fashioned public toilets.
Nanhuan doesn't understand Feng Shui and doesn't know what the taboos are about this kind of decoration.
But when she approached the mirror, she was indeed startled, not because of her own reflection in the mirror, but because there was nothing reflected in the mirror.
Even though Nan Huan was standing right in front of the mirror, he still couldn't see his own figure, but could only see the appearance of the room reflected in the mirror.
The inside of the mirror was the same as the outside, all white, and there was nothing strange to be seen, yet there was something weird everywhere.
The room is not big, only about ten square meters.
With everything in sight, Nan Huan first rubbed the wall with his hand to confirm that there was indeed no secret compartment or anything like that in the room, and then returned to the mirror.
Apparently, this was the only clue.
The mirror still looked the same as before. Nan Huan carefully examined the entire mirror surface, and finally saw a blue palm-like shape in the lower right corner.
The color is very light, and you have to get very close and look at it from a certain angle to see it.
Nan Huan didn't hesitate much and placed his right palm on it according to the pattern.
For a moment, a blurry figure seemed to appear in the mirror, the face could not be seen clearly, and then it suddenly disappeared, so fast that it seemed like Nan Huan's illusion.
Then she felt a cool and sticky feeling in her right palm.
The blue palm print seemed to be activated by her movements. Not only did the color become darker and darker, it even spread out from her palm.
The blue liquid spread out from her palm to the surroundings of the mirror.
Soon the entire mirror was covered with blue liquid, becoming softer and softer. Nan Huan felt that his palm was sinking deeper and deeper into it.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her index finger, as if she was pricked by something. The pain was obvious but quickly dissipated.
Before Nan Huan could react, she felt a strong suction force coming from the mirror, pulling her in directly.
【bite--
The interview begins. 】
When Nan Huan was completely immersed in the mirror, the voice of the system came into his ears.
Where her right palm had rested on the mirror, there seemed to be some white flakes left behind.
In a place that Nan Huan couldn't see, these flakes of skin were wrapped in blue liquid, began to replicate and grow, and finally slowly grew larger and took shape, until they grew into a blurry human figure, and followed Nan Huan into the mirror.
When Nanhuan regained consciousness, the first thing he felt was unbearable pain.
Although she often felt unwell, there was a big difference between that kind of pathological weakness and this kind of sharp pain.
Besides, Nanhuan was also brought up in pampered condition, and after meeting Beixi, he didn't feel any pain at all.
Now she had to slow down her breathing and slowly open her eyes to see what was going on with her.
The interview started right after I entered the mirror, so why does it hurt so much?
Maybe because he had been in a coma for too long, after he opened his eyes, there were still some blurry images. Nan Huan took some effort to calm himself down before he could see clearly.
I seemed to be lying on a hospital bed, but this bed was a little strange. There was a huge transparent cover in front of me, which illuminated the bed completely.
It's a bit like the hibernation capsule in a spaceship in science fiction movies, but because of the hospital bed, it's a bit bigger.
On one side of the cover, there are several thick pipes connected to several medical devices. I don’t know what they are used for.
The left and right sides of the cover are transparent, so Nanhuan can see it.
At this moment, she seemed to be in a ward. The ward was very large. Her vision was restricted as she was lying down. She could not see the situation on the other side. She could only see that there seemed to be people lying on the other two beds next to her.
Didn't you say you wanted to have an interview?
Why is it like this now?
Nan Huan turned his head to look at his left arm, which was the most painful part of his body, but he was stunned when he turned his head.
It’s not that the arm wrapped in gauze was so scary, but that she realized that this arm didn’t seem to be her own.
Whether it is the blue number on the right wrist or the slightly rough skin.
She frowned, endured the pain, and looked up at her body.
When I saw the skin on the exposed instep was a little dark, and the legs were obviously not in line with my height, I immediately realized that this was not my body at all.
But the pain in this body couldn't be more real, and his mind was normal. He didn't forget what happened before he entered the mirror, nor did he forget anything about Bei Xi.
Could it be that the soul is traveling across time and space?
But I shouldn't be dead, right?
And the prompt sound said 'Interview starts', which means that your actions after entering the room were correct.
Nan Huan thought about the information he had just received, and then moved his gaze to the right wrist of his current body.
There was a blue number 31 written there, not particularly large, just below the wrist.
She touched it and it didn't look like a tattoo, but more like some kind of stamp. But she didn't know what kind of pigment was used. Nan Huan rubbed it twice, but it didn't come off.
Other than that, there are no more clues.
The room was very quiet. Nan Huan could only turn his head to look at the people lying on the beds on both sides, trying to find more clues.
But because the cover was not completely transparent, he could only vaguely see two figures, wearing white clothes like himself, curled up on the bed. He didn't have any further reaction.
In fact, Nan Huan really wanted to get out of the hood and take a look at the environment outside.
But she had tried it just now, and she had no strength left, not even to lift her arms, let alone sit up, open the hood and walk out.
The pain in his body was continuous, and Nan Huan even regretted waking up. At least if he hadn't woken up, it wouldn't have been so painful.
Cold sweat was already running down her forehead and along her ears. Nan Huan could only tilt her head and rub it on the not-so-clean pillow. This small action alone took up a lot of her energy.
I don’t know if this body is too weak, or if Nan Huan has just been through a lot and has consumed a lot of energy. Although she has been reminding herself that the situation is unclear now, she must not lose consciousness again.
But her head was still dizzy, and the air in the mask didn't seem to be circulating well, so she felt a little drowsy.
At this moment, there was suddenly some noise in the originally quiet room.
The sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor and wheels rolling finally broke the silence in the room.
Nan Huan opened his eyes with great effort, and suddenly saw two people standing next to the mask. They were wearing masks and their faces could not be seen clearly. They were wearing white uniforms, but they did not look like doctors.
"She's awake."
One of them saw Nan Huan's open eyes and stated the fact. There was some surprise in his tone, but more of calmness.
"At the moment, it seems that she has the strongest ability, but the dean's requirements are too high, and she probably can't move now."
The other person gave a neutral comment, and the tone he used when talking about Nan Huan didn't sound like he was talking about a normal person, nor did he seem to be avoiding her at all.
The entire cover was opened from the side.
The flowing air made Nan Huan take a greedy deep breath, and then the cold air poured into her chest, causing her to cough unconsciously.
Two people lifted Nan Huan from the hospital bed and placed him on the movable bed behind them. The first person who spoke reached out and smoothed Nan Huan's chest.
It took a long time until Nan Huan was pushed out of the ward before her coughing stopped completely.
There were no more clues in the ward except the two people lying with him.
But when he reached the door, Nan Huan's eyes stopped for a moment on the iron door with a small window outside the ward.
Because she found that the two people who brought her out locked the iron door again, as if to prevent the people inside from escaping.
Nan Huan then realized that this was not a hospital.
Because there was no smell of disinfectant in the corridor, but instead a spreading smell of dampness. There were such iron doors on both sides of the aisle. She could not see the scene behind the iron doors, nor could she hear any sound.
There were no windows in the corridor, only the cold light of the incandescent lamps overhead.
In the entire corridor, the only sounds were the clattering of leather shoes and the squeaking of wheels sliding across the wet ground.
Soon the two of them brought Nan Huan to an elevator at the end of the corridor. Nan Huan saw the word -2 on the top of the elevator and knew that this should be the second underground floor.
The elevator is very large and it still seems spacious after putting down a bed.
Below the button, there was a place for swiping a card. Nan Huan caught a glimpse of one of them holding the access card hanging around his neck, swiping it, and pressing the button for the fifth floor.
The access card is pure white, unlike the access cards of ordinary large companies. There are no words or photos on it, and you can't see anything.
Nan Huan didn't know where they were taking her, but she wasn't particularly nervous because she had already checked her virtual panel when she woke up.
Although the trust level of the two people in front of her is less than ten, the skill "I am a Miss" cannot be used, but other props and skills can be used normally.
Besides, Bei Xi gave her a lot of points and life-saving props, so there was no need to worry about safety. She was just a little confused now.
Because in my shallow understanding, interviews don’t seem to be like this.
Moreover, the entire body that she is currently parasitizing or living in is not her own, which is a problem that she is more concerned about.
The elevator went up very quickly, and before Nan Huan could figure out what was going on, they had already reached the fifth floor.
The elevator door opened and there was finally some traffic.
The fifth floor is like a laboratory with a large area, but different areas are separated by transparent glass doors. Each area has access control and requires a card swipe to enter.
There were more people in white uniforms walking around in a hurry, and there were a few people wearing full protective suits. They were inside a glass door, even with masks on their heads, so their faces could not be seen clearly.
There were many large instruments in the glass room. Nanhuan couldn't tell what they were used for, but occasionally he could see a microscope on the table with someone lying on it, not knowing what they were studying.
She was pushed all the way here. Others seemed to be used to it and had no special reaction to her appearance. No one was even willing to spend two seconds to look at her.
It seems that this body should be a frequent visitor here.
Because she was lying down, her vision was obstructed and she couldn't see the whole picture.
After being pushed around in twists and turns, I finally arrived at a secluded place in the corner. This place was not like the transparent glass room just now, but had a heavy iron door with access control similar to that of a large computer room.
drop--
The door was opened and Nan Huan was pushed in by two people.
The first thing she felt was the strong smell of blood, mixed with a few suppressed sounds of pain.
The space inside the door is very large, with a circular area in the middle separated by glass. Surrounding the glass is a circle of operating tables with various instruments.
Sitting on the operating table right in front was a gray-haired man with a hunched back, looking sternly through the glass at the direction inside.
In his cloudy eyes, there were flashes of impatience, rare for his age, and a fleeting disappointment.
"waste,"
The two words were coldly transmitted through the microphone to every corner of the room, carrying an inexplicable pressure that made everyone afraid to breathe, "Take him back."
It seemed that he had seen enough and didn't want to look at the situation inside the glass house anymore. He turned around and faced Nan Huan.
The dejection just now was swept away in an instant. "It seems that I still have to place my hope on you. You are different."
The look was cold and stubborn, and Nanhuan immediately got goosebumps.
Because she always felt that was not the way to look at a person.
She couldn't see what was going on inside the glass house because of the angle, but from the smell of blood in the air and the old man's cold tone, she knew it was definitely not a good thing.
She was quickly sent into the glass room. The bed that was originally inside passed by her, and Nan Huan saw the bloody patch on the bed.
The smell of blood in her nose was amplified in an instant, and she could no longer tell that it was a person from the pile of rotten flesh.
The moment she was stunned, her hands and feet were tied tightly to the four corners of the bed.
Then the chest and wrists were connected to the instruments nearby.
Nan Huan didn't think that this was any healing surgery for her because the gauze on her right arm had been removed.
She finally knew why her arm hurt so much.
Because there is no good flesh on the entire forearm, from one inch above the wrist to the entire elbow.
In the bloody mess, you can even see new pink flesh growing on the white bones.
The wound was very strange. It didn't look like a whole piece of meat that was cut off at once, because the wound was of different depths, and even the new pink flesh was not exactly the same color.
Although he was now using this body, Nan Huan still felt his stomach cramping because of the bloody side of it. He wanted to vomit something, but because his stomach was empty, he couldn't vomit anything.
Even though she didn't want to watch it, she knew that she needed more clues to figure out what was going on.
But before Nan Huan could suppress the discomfort in his heart, when he turned his head, he felt something cold moving upwards along his elbow.
When she turned around, the cold blade turned and a cold light flashed.
A deep wound had appeared on the originally flat arm, and blood slid down the arm and fell onto Nan Huan's face.
Warm blood, cold scalpel.
The severe pain made Nan Huan's mind a little dazed, and her rapid breathing made her try to calm the pain.
With the little bit of rationality left in him, Nan Huan immediately checked his health points, and found no change.
If we talk about the lethality of this knife, it is very likely that it will not have any impact on her already limited health points, but the fact that half of her body is almost unable to move has fully demonstrated how great the damage to her body is now.
This level will definitely not affect health.
So the conclusion is, although you can feel pain, this body is not your own, and no matter what condition your body has, it will not affect your health.
Then Nan Huan gave up the idea of using props and left here to avoid getting hurt.
The process of Twelve entering the mirror is similar to that of Nanhuan.
Although she had never worked before, she had seen pork before, and she didn't quite understand what was going on with this kind of interview where people were put into a mirror.
The fog around him slowly dissipated, and Twelve's nose twitched.
The familiar smell of stench and mold made her face turn bad instantly.
When she slowly opened her eyes and was surprised to see that she was back in this familiar house, she actually wanted to slap herself to see if she was awake or not.
However, before he could make any move, another weapon, with its sharp wind, was about to touch his back.
She instinctively dodged the attack from behind by turning sideways, and with a lash of her hand, she swung the long whip at the thing.
Snap——
The dark grey rolling pin fell to the ground without breaking, but it raised a little dust.
Twelve stared with painful eyes at the terrifying figure in the dust, which made her hate it so much.
"You loser, I hit you and you dare to fight back, so cheap..."
Familiar dirty words were squeezed out of the man's nose, and he reached out to pick up the rolling pin that had fallen to the ground.
A whip hit his mouth without leaving a trace, and his words stopped abruptly, and the rolling pin fell to the ground again.
This room always has a cold and smelly smell, not damp, but some kind of smell that cannot stand the light.
Because ever since Twelve became conscious, this room has always been dim, and the dust is always mixed with the smell of blood, which cannot be dispelled over time.
That smell was engraved in Twelve's body and could not be erased.
Twelve had imagined many times the scene of himself returning to this scene, and had dreamed many times about how he would react when the stick behind him fell down again.
She didn't even have to think and swung the whip in her hand towards the man.
She just felt that it was a little unreal, until she cracked the whip in her hand a few more times, she realized the strangeness on her face.
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