Black Sky

The occasional darkness will make people involuntarily calm down, but the long-term invisible darkness will only make people anxious, irritable, angry, and crazy. All negative things will come from all directions like a tide, along the top of the head, The feet and fingers are entwined like a continuous cane, until the whole person is tied up, shrouded, and pulled into the deeper darkness

He could hear the indicator sound of the dripping outside the instrument, and it seemed a little far away from a certain kind of cover, like some kind of timing from another world, mixed with some experimental data reminders that he didn't understand at that time, boring and boring. .

Every once in a while, he will be teleported into another experiment chamber, and every time the mechanical sound of the experiment starts, two forces will be loaded around him, maybe the energy field or something else, then At that time he didn't quite understand.

He could only feel a suction dragging him to one place, like a pool of rubber plugs suddenly pulled out, a huge whirlpool bound him with unbreakable force, the force was so strong that almost his body was squeezed and changed. Form, that posture does not seem to drag him to a certain point in space, but directly to another world.

But another force tried to fix him in place.

At this time, the control of the limbs will wake up for a moment, as if suddenly returning to the time when the medicine has not been injected into the body.

However, this awakening of consciousness is just as useless as his sufficient mental power for a long time, but in the process of being pulled, he feels more clearly that his body is hovering on the edge of tearing.

Sometimes he could even smell the **** smell from his body-rich and pungent, which made his chaotic consciousness regained due to excessive pain.

Whenever this kind of smell appeared, the two pulling forces loaded on him would be evacuated. He will be returned to the original container for the most meticulous treatment.

That's right, meticulous and meticulous.

Even if he didn't understand the monitoring and recuperation data of those electronic audio broadcasts, he knew how complicated the procedures one after another were.

As a result, he can always recover quickly, and then plunge into the next cycle.

I don’t know how many times this process was repeated. For a while, he had been having a dream, dreaming that he was standing in a dark and ink-like night, looking down at the blood on his body, like rust. The fishy and sweet smell stimulated the conditioned reflex in his body, making him excited and awake. He was about to laugh when suddenly a hand touched his head from behind and asked him: "Does it hurt?"

Then he didn't want to laugh so much.

He gradually adapted to the pain in repeated repetitions, no matter how big or deep the wound was, it would not be painful to him, anyway, it would always be better in the end. He didn't know the original purpose of those experiments, but repeated failures unintentionally gave him another function. His physical healing ability has far exceeded the category of "normal people."

When he vaguely understood the purpose of the experiment, the experiment finally succeeded—

He finally got rid of the shackles of time on the individual to a certain extent as people wished, and filled the so-called "human imperfections" in the population, in the "near death-retrospect-re-emergence" again and again. The torture changed from passive triggering to autonomous control, and then gradually became numb and became a monster.

"I escaped while they were celebrating the success of the experiment. I guess they did everything in secret. Someone found where they were that day. It was chaotic and gave me a chance." Sae Young shrugged. Shrugged, "Of course, an invisible little fool can't fumble very far. I ran into a group of Rangers in the process, and they took the aircraft again."

He put it very succinctly. All the conflicts and exchanges of fire were finished in a few words: "They were a little unlucky. They had a conflict with another group of people in a certain area, maybe it was a wanderer, maybe it was a certain planet. The army, then—boom! It exploded into fireworks, and the aircraft’s emergency self-rescue device stuffed me into an escape capsule, and I was salvaged after floating in space for a few days."

Having said that, he laughed: "You must have guessed the person who was salvaged. It is the unlucky King of Wanderers Carlos Black. Unfortunately, the timing of his appearance was not right. I was experimented at that time. It’s affected, and it’s a bit easy to get agitated. In short, I spent a few days on the aircraft under Carlos Black, and neither side was very happy, which laid the emotional tone for me to deal with them several times. Then they happened to have a relationship with the military This transaction, I returned to the ground. The military found some experimental information on me—"

Sae Young tilted his head and nodded his neck. "It seems to be here. As far as I know, a certain military lieutenant took someone to the whole experiment. There seemed to be a few inside. Kid."

Chu Si suddenly remembered the child who had appeared and disappeared in front of Jiang Qi's apartment, and there was also a number mark on the side of his neck, "So the one I met last time..."

"Ah—that bastard." Sae Young said, "I was really wondering if it might have something to do with the laboratory. The initial supervision there should not be as strict as it was later. Maybe they thought four or five-year-olds were nothing. I can’t do it. I think it’s not very difficult to escape at that time. I have escaped a few bastards. When I later ran away, I vaguely heard a chasing person saying that it was the second time I got out of control. Of course, for The first time I had no impression. After all, you can't expect someone who doesn't even remember what he looks like to remember a failed escape."

"What happened later?" Truth asked, his tone of voice in a low tone that he didn't even notice.

"After a few years of treatment, my eyes recovered, and then the military placed me in a nursing home, and then I was slapped with blood on my face." Sae Young said with a smile, "A very boring one. And there is no novel story."

In fact, Truth had been thinking about a question for a long time. Why would someone like Sae Young be willing to stay in a nursing home? Even in the first two years, he would be willing to accept the constraints of training camps and even go out to do tasks.

He thought about it for a long time, and couldn't think of any other reasons besides looking for excitement, so he put some conscious hats on Sae Young, which can be regarded as a certain degree of self-saving, because he himself has a purpose. To do it.

But now, he felt that maybe there were some other reasons besides that, not so crazy and rebellious.

"Do you like nursing homes and training camps?" Chus asked, "I mean, put aside the things that I'm finding fault with and those that find me faulting."

Saer Young raised his eyebrows, his tone of disgust, "What do you think? Of course very, very annoying. Every time I see those childish restraints, I want to do something to destroy them, they It always reminds me of some uncomfortable things. I have to say that being troubled by you and troubled by you are probably rare and not annoying things in those years."

When he said that, he smiled again, and he seemed to think that the two teenagers who were incompatible at the time were a bit naive.

Chu Si also bends the corners of his mouth: "Then why have you stayed for so long?"

"For the sake of them copying the laboratory and curing my eyes..." Sae Young said, "I barely endured it for a few years."

Whether it was in those years in the nursing home, or in the training camp, whether it was a teenager or just an adult, Sue Young appeared in Chus’s vision every time he was always alone, even if there were more people around him. Background, his unrelated temperament will always be strongly highlighted.

He used to think it was arrogance and contempt caused by being too arrogant, but now he understands the reason.

If the starting point of a person’s memory is a fragmented darkness, a closed container, and the world, there is nothing more than the countless ports and infusion tubes on the whole body, and he can’t even hear the human voice... It’s probably impossible for him to get used to it anymore There are many connections in this world.

So even now, even now that Sae Young has changed significantly, he still looks very unique. He can talk to Tang and the others, but he has not become familiar with it. He can make some jokes with Shao Heng. , But still not so close.

The exchanges between normal people showed a very extreme result on him-all the connections between him and his surroundings were all through Chus.

To some extent, this kind of psychology is the same as that of a child who has emotions at the beginning, as if a long time has returned to the beginning, without those intricate networks and side branches...

He only has two hands, so he can only concentrate on grabbing one person.

Truth looked into Saer Young's eyes, with a smile in his bent eyes. His eyes are the kind of clear light gray, almost transparent, always giving people a cold and unfathomable feeling. No matter how much you laugh, it seems that there is a long silence.

"Sahe..."

"Ok?"

Truth looked at him for a while, then reached out and hugged him.

"Maybe... it's a little late to do this."

Is it late?

Sae Young's chin was pressed against his shoulder and he blinked lightly. The light-colored eyes were hidden in the shadow of the half-dangling eyelashes, and the pseudo-natural light in the room sprinkled a few stars of fine light through the gaps. It was so beautiful that it could not be seen that I had been blind for several years.

After his eyes recovered, he couldn't adapt for a long time.

Sometimes, he would suddenly see the darkness around him, like an island completely independent of the world. Sometimes he suddenly hears a few vague electronic sounds, reporting some time and energy-related data, like a mental patient who is beginning to hear hallucinations, and sometimes he feels that there is always a trace of blood remaining on his body, thick and sweet. Fishy, ​​can't get away...

But it doesn't matter.

Look, someone hugged him indifferently...