Bizarre Detainment Facility: You're Containing a Human Like Me?

After figuring out the key, Hunes' tone became urgent.

Doctor! I think you need to try to transform her.

In response, the doctor still shook his head.

He let out a long sigh, and then said to Xiu Ens:

I can sense the importance of this trait from the tone of your two voices.

However, don't forget that it was Mr. Shadow who asked the prison doctor to preserve her vital signs.

I guess the shadow has some plan for her.

Our arbitrary decision may cause some irreparable losses.

As he spoke, he looked at Xiu Ens and said calmly:

And Dr. Hughes, don't forget the purpose of our coming here this time.

After listening to the doctor's words, even if Huens was unwilling to do so, he could only give up his idea.

The doctor then explained his purpose to the prison doctor.

The prison doctor was also very generous and took out a tube of sedatives from his medical kit.

And he also told the doctor:

This dose is unbearable for ordinary people.

Even diluted, there are certain side effects.

Hearing this, the doctor frowned.

Side effects? For example?

The prison doctor thought for a few seconds and then replied:

Like addiction.

As soon as these words came out, the venue suddenly fell into silence.

After a few seconds, the doctor seemed to have some discomfort in his throat and coughed a few times.

Cough cough cough!

I heard you correctly just now. You seemed to be talking about addiction?

The prison doctor nodded and responded:

According to your pharmacology, it is indeed addictive.

The doctor and Hunes looked at each other, and then the doctor continued to ask:

So what are the consequences of long-term ingestion?

The prison doctor pinched his beak and fell into thought again.

This time, he thought for a particularly long time.

Fortunately, the doctor and Hunes were quite patient.

After a long time, the prison doctor shook his head and said:

I don't know the specifics. You need to experiment by yourself.

After the explanation, the prison doctor drove the two people out of the holding room.

The two stood outside the door, the doctor holding the tranquilizer in his hand.

Xiu Ens groaned and said:

There have been too many experiments recently and there are not enough consumables.

The doctor's expression also became serious.

He looked at Xiu Ens and said solemnly:

I heard that the consumables warehouse has been idle since the establishment of the C04 shelter.

Xiu Ens spread his hands helplessly and said:

Then what should we do? We can't force him to arrest him, right?

The doctor also sighed.

Forcibly arresting people will definitely not work.

Moreover, their C03 shelter has also moved behind the scenes.

Even if there are new consumables, they will not be sent here.

Because they are no longer in the prison guard establishment.

The two stood there hesitating for a long time, and finally the doctor sighed and said:

Looks like we should join the Saints as soon as possible.

Maybe there are endless supplies there.

Hughes nodded first, then pointed to the tranquilizer in the doctor's hand and said:

What should we do with this? Put it aside for now?

The doctor sighed helplessly and said:

Let's first find a way to recall those retired prison guards and complete their transformation first.

As for the tranquilizer, copy it first, and I'll try to see if I can experiment in the dream world.

Xiu Ens pondered for a moment, and he seemed to be unable to find a better way.

So I had to agree to the proposal.

Soon, recall messages were sent to jailers who were disabled due to injuries.

The message was brief, just one sentence.

【Civilization needs you! 】

The first reaction of those who received the message was shock.

Since they have broken away from the jailers, they do not have access to the internal network.

Therefore, we can only communicate privately with other familiar colleagues.

Magic City, in a dilapidated apartment building.

An old man was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a sheet in his hands.

He placed the sheet on his lap.

Looking at the information in the communicator, he sighed.

Then he looked at the iron frame bed in front of him.

There was another old man lying on the bed.

While he still had a wheelchair to sit in, the old man on the bed had completely lost his limbs, like a human pig.

The sheets were filthy and the room smelled of human excrement.

The old man sitting in the wheelchair grabbed the dirty bed sheet and used all his strength to pull it off.

Then, he placed the washed sheets on the mattress.

After doing all this, he seemed a little tired.

However, he still gritted his teeth and controlled the wheels of the wheelchair with extremely difficult hands.

It took him an hour to put the sheets down.

Then he made himself a pot of tea.

He took a sip of tea, and then whispered to the old man on the bed:

Brother, I got the recall message.

I have also responded to the organization.

I don't know what happened.

Perhaps the current situation is serious enough that we disabled people need to return to the battlefield.

As he spoke, two lines of tears slid down the corners of his eyes.

I may not be able to take care of you anymore.

The eyes of the old man lying on the bed suddenly burst into light.

His body twisted wildly on the bed, and his mouth opened again and again, but no sound came out.

The old man sitting in the wheelchair struggled to support his body, and then stretched out his hand to pat the other person's body gently, as if to comfort him.

I have already sent our retirement pensions to your wife.

That money should be enough for their family to live well for the rest of their lives.

But don't worry, I didn't tell him the truth.

I think it's better to let her think you're dead than to let her see you now.

It might be better for her.

Don't blame me for taking matters into my own hands.

Hearing this, the old man lying on the bed turned his head and looked at each other.

Muddy tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, soaking a large area of ​​the pillow.

The wheelchair turned, and the old man controlled the wheelchair towards the kitchen with difficulty.

His hand holding the wheel hub couldn't stop shaking.

After a long time, he walked out of the kitchen.

When he came to the bed again, he held a kitchen knife in his hand.

The old man lying on the bed seemed to already know his fate.

His eyes turned calm as he looked at the old man in the wheelchair.

Then he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, smiled and nodded towards the other party.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The voice was very urgent.

Immediately afterwards the door was blasted open.

The two people in the room looked in the direction of the door.

I saw a group of well-equipped jailer special operations soldiers rushing into the room.

One of the leading soldiers gently took the kitchen knife away from the old man in the wheelchair.

Then he took off his tactical mask, revealed his resolute face and said softly:

I'm here to take the hero home.