The nth time I met my puppet

Yan Lin's behavior may seem a little ridiculous, as if he is complaining, but in fact he is hoping that Wan Nan will have a little sympathy and help him.

Although it's ridiculous, don't people live for these vague hopes?

It was precisely because of this vague hope that Yan Lin did not become numb. Even if he was in hell, he still wanted to live hard. It was this feeling that touched Wan Nan.

Their experiences were exactly the same, as if the gears of fate had ruthlessly crushed them onto the same trajectory.

Because of this, they could relate to each other. However, despite her inner turmoil, her face remained expressionless, not even the slightest reaction was revealed.

But this is not because Wan Nan is really cold-hearted, but because the shackles of reality bind her tightly, making her unable to make any response.

"Host, are you really going to help him?"

007's voice betrayed a hint of doubt and worry. After all, Wan Nan's own situation was precarious at this moment. Yet, she was still desperately trying to risk everything to save Yan Lin. So, what about herself?

She was also alone, helpless, with no one to lean on behind her.

No one can protect her from the wind and rain. Even 007, who has always been by her side, can only give her the best support by opening the passage to her next life.

However, who knows, in the next reincarnation, will they meet again? As the doctor said, no matter how many reincarnations he goes through, he will always find a way to find Wan Nan. So, faced with such a dilemma, how can Wan Nan successfully escape from the predicament and regain her freedom?

"Well, I want to help him. But this... is also helping myself."

Wan Nan knew very well that if he could help Yan Lin escape from this place successfully, to a certain extent, it would be equivalent to finding a glimmer of hope for himself who was already in a desperate situation and unable to escape.

This kind of redemption is also a salvation of oneself.

But even though she was touched, Wan Nan still did not give any response and still looked indifferent, so in Yan Lin's opinion, Wan Nan just walked away indifferently.

Yan Lin looked at her departing back, feeling indescribable bitterness in his heart.

She seemed to have changed a lot, becoming like everyone else here. There was no more pity in her eyes, only indifference.

But he could understand, after all...

When turbidity and darkness become the norm, kindness and clarity are betrayal and mistakes.

Wan Nan seemed to have learned how to hide his emotions better, or perhaps he had simply become numb, and was no longer afraid when he saw the bloody scene again.

But the doctor felt that Wan Nan seemed too boring. He wanted to see some fluctuation in Wan Nan's eyes, but wasn't that easy?

"Little Mute, you will still be my assistant in the next experiment."

There was a glint of calculation and expectation in the doctor's eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but he still looked extremely elegant. Wan Nan pursed her lips tightly, and a sense of nervousness unconsciously arose in her heart.

She had a bad feeling. The doctor's expectant look definitely wouldn't come out of nowhere, but...what did he want to do?

At this moment, the doctor deliberately lifted Wan Nan's chin with one finger, and saw the tension in Wan Nan's eyes. However, Wan Nan slapped the doctor's hand away without any hesitation, without any awareness of being a prisoner.

At this moment, Wan Nan really wanted to say, "Take your dirty hands away."

If she wasn't mute, she would have said so, but unfortunately she is mute.

At this moment, the doctor unexpectedly chose to turn a blind eye to Wan Nan's rude behavior and not care about it. The reason was simple, because a good show was about to begin.

The doctor only chuckled: "Haha...you are finally here."

Wan Nan followed the doctor's gaze and was instantly struck by lightning, freezing in place. What appeared before him was actually a skirmisher...

In an instant, Wan Nan felt as if her heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand. The person whom she had once desperately tried to protect was now willing to step into this hell just to gain powerful strength.

He was willing to endure inhuman torture just so that one day he would have enough strength to no longer be helpless when faced with the same situation.

Wan Nan understood San Bing's thoughts. She just felt sorry for him and just couldn't bear to see him suffer.

Wan Nan instantly understood the doctor's intentions. It turned out that all of this was a conspiracy carefully planned by the doctor! He wanted her to witness this scene with her own eyes, watching her beloved suffer pain and torture, but she was helpless and unable to stop it.

At this moment, Wan Nan could no longer maintain her composure, and waves of emotion began to form. Resentment, resentment, and heartache intertwined with each other, yet she could only remain silent.

"Why is she here?" The soldier frowned, his face full of confusion and puzzlement.

The doctor's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile: "This experiment is quite complicated, so I need a capable assistant to help me complete it. I don't think you will mind this, right?"

"Ah."

In the end, Sanbing didn't say anything more, but he was a little disgusted. He seemed not to want her to see this scene, and he couldn't figure out where this emotion came from.

I wondered in my heart why I had such thoughts at this moment. Was it simply because I didn't want others to see my vulnerable and helpless side?

Wan Nan, who was standing aside, kept her head down, unable to bear to watch any longer, but her eyes were sore and she didn't know how to describe her emotions at this moment.

If the person you deeply love is suffering endless pain and torture in front of you, and you are powerless to do anything, and don’t even have the qualifications to lend a hand to stop it, then what else can you do?

There was probably only one answer—she really couldn't do anything except stand there quietly, staring blankly at the other person's suffering like a puppet! This deep feeling of powerlessness almost made her breathless...

The doctor seemed very satisfied with this scene. Although the person undergoing the experiment seemed to be only one person, there were actually two people.

One person is willing, and the other is powerless to stop it.

Tell me, who is in more pain, the person who volunteered to be experimented on, or the person who witnessed it all and was powerless to stop it?

This scene seemed quite amusing to him.

Wan Nan just watched the whole process from the side, listening to Sanbing's extremely suppressed yet patient voice. She knew how painful it was, she had experienced it herself.

From time to time, she was also responsible for handing out the knife that the doctor would use to cut the soldiers. At this moment, she almost wanted to stab the doctor to death.

When the doctor asked her for the scalpel again, she held it tightly and refused to hand it to him. The doctor just looked at her with contempt, snatched the scalpel and put it to her neck.

"Little mute, you'd better figure out your identity."

The doctor exerted a little force with his hand, and the sharp blade slightly scratched the skin, bringing out a trickle of blood. With just a little more force, it could easily cut the artery and end her life.

But Wan Nan was not afraid. She knew that the doctor would not kill her at this time. The doctor only knew about the existence of 007. Because of Sanbing, he had not started researching 007 yet. Before that, he would not kill Wan Nan.

At this time, the scattered soldiers became a little impatient.

"Is this the right-hand man you were talking about?"

Sanbing's tone was sarcastic, as if he was mocking her. When Wan Nan heard Sanbing's voice, she finally lost her temper again.

Yes... He did it willingly, so what right does she have to stop him?

……

After the experiment, only Wan Nan and San Bing were left in the laboratory. Wan Nan pursed her lips, her eyes full of heartache. She wanted to say something, but she was mute.

Sanbing felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Wan Nan, and his voice, though a little weak, was filled with impatience.

"Little mute, what's that expression on your face? Pity? Put away your unnecessary kindness. I don't need your useless pity."

Wan Nan still kept her head down in silence, her nose feeling sore, but when she looked up again, a tear slipped across the corner of her eye. She just looked at him, but she didn't even have the qualifications to reach out and touch him.

Why does everything turn out like this?

Sanbing didn't know why he felt guilty when facing this little mute. He subconsciously avoided her gaze. He seemed to be escaping in his heart, so he didn't say anything.

There was a strange silence between the two of them. Wan Nan couldn't say anything, and he didn't want to say anything. He hated other people's pity and didn't want to see such looks.

But when he faced Wan Nan's eyes, he didn't feel disgust, but an indescribable emotion.

So, he ran away, he didn't want to see her.