Rain or shine

The gate with iron railings rose slowly, and there was a clang at the top.

The doctor left early, and a wheelchair slid towards Jason. A middle-aged man with long hair was sitting on it. The waist down was covered by a blanket, covering his feet, and his goldfish-like eyes protruded slightly. , the palms on the armrests on both sides are dry, rough, and full of scars, and the wrinkles along the face to the neck are deep and old. Although he is 40 years old, he already has a 60-year-old appearance.

The floor rose out of the platform, and the man lifted Jason to a position where he was at eye level, and took off his blindfold with his own hands.

After Jason got used to the light, he saw him looking at him, his pupils dilated slightly, revealing unconcealable ecstasy, his mouth slightly opened, and he let out a creepy laugh, rubbing his hands involuntarily, and hastily moved the wheelchair forward a few steps closer.

Jason frowned. Seeing that the other party was stretching his hands towards him, he instinctively turned his face away in disgust, leaning his back against the wall and shrinking back.

Unexpectedly, the man's smile froze, he held Jason's face firmly, and asked, "You don't recognize me?"

"Let go." Jason said, his teeth pierced into the man's tiger's mouth, and he tasted the blood. For his touch, he felt a nausea in his stomach, his chest heaved deeply, and his wrist was pulled down violently, and he was immediately restrained There is a circle of red marks on the belt.

"I never thought you would actually abandon your 'self', good, very good." The man withdrew his hand, shook his head and sighed with relief, "That's why I like you, 0830, you deserve her genes."

Slowly, at a speed like putting on a napkin before appreciating delicious food, he took out a bottle of purple liquid and a syringe from his pocket, firmly grasped Jason's arm, and inserted the needle into a subcutaneous vein. The purple liquid is pushed into the blood vessels.

"When all your pheromones are released, reverse back to the original form." He said, "I will remind you."

very good.Jason thought, after listening to him, he knew exactly what the purple liquid was, not only his head but also his body.

It was so easy to fight against the relaxant to regain a little bit of physical strength. In an instant, my whole body was numb and limp. Not to mention that my fingertips could not be squeezed into fists, even the hanging arms and shoulder joints felt uncomfortable, and my muscles were sore. , making Jason unable to maintain the alert posture just now, he collapsed naturally, seeking the most comfortable position, and stretching his limbs.

The heat made his skin honestly flushed, Jason panted lightly, fine beads of sweat slid from his forehead along his cheeks, poked over his collar, and meandered all the way down, neck, collarbone, chest, waist, and finally hipbones.His earlobes were hot, his head seemed to be as heavy as gold, and the wet hair tails scratched his sweaty skin itching.

Jason felt his throat was thirsty, and his tongue coating lacked moisture. Even though he gritted his teeth to regain consciousness, the water vapor swarming from his eyes blurred his vision.

What's more unbearable is that the sentinel's five senses are more developed than ordinary people, including the sense of touch. The white shirt that has not been taken off is soaked and wrapped around his body. To him at this moment, it is no different from torture. ()

After observing for a while, the man put his hand on his chest. The deep and dense texture of the hand that did not belong to him made the feeling suddenly sharp. Jason trembled. A twitch, but Nai He couldn't break free.

The feeling of turbulence in his stomach became worse, he was so nauseated that he wanted to vomit but he couldn't vomit, so he turned his head and closed his eyes, and let the man unbutton his shirt, put on sterile gloves, and stroke his abdomen along the lines of his skin.

From the beginning to the end, the man had been paying attention to Jason's expression, which made him even more annoyed - after all, Jason didn't give him any more reactions than a few light gasps.There is nothing wrong with it, the man thought to himself, this kid has always been able to bear it, and if he wants him to forgive him, the medicine alone is not enough.

In fact, Jason really wanted to kill someone, wanted him to be crushed, even though his body might need him right now.

Intense hatred is a rare emotion in him. His heart beats faster, but he seems to stay out of it. His soul is so indifferent that he can feel the man's hand untie the belt of his trousers, pull the zipper, and reach into the close-fitting inner. Pants□□().

No matter how hot his body is, Jason sneered, staring at his face - between lightning and flint, it seemed that a basin of cold water poured down, making him calm as if he was sinking in the deep sea.

Ah, he remembered.

Feeling that the temperature under his hands had turned cold, the man was surprised and felt something was wrong. Not to mention that there was no smell of pheromone in the air, Jason even closed his eyes and stopped moving, as if he was out of reality and fell into some kind of shock. His body gradually became cold, no different from a corpse.

He widened his eyes and patted Jason's cheek in disbelief, but there was no response. He put his finger under the tip of his nose, and even breathed thinly.

There were two bang bang bang bangs from the door behind him, but the man ignored him. He hurriedly untied Jason's restraint belt and shook him back and forth. Jason's head was tilted to one side without opening his eyes.

The door finally opened, and the uninvited guest stepped in. Behind him was the unconscious figure of the guard. He was not tall, and his body was not strong. He had the obvious characteristics of a guide. He also had a soft and lovely face with the corners of his mouth raised, but his gaze very dark.

"Fujino Takuya, you..." A tall, bearded man was chasing after him, wearing a police uniform and a police cap, with flashing armbands symbolizing honor. Holding the white coat of the stunned doctor, he dragged him for a while.

"Uncle, back off," Fujino Takumi raised his palms to the policeman to make a prohibitive gesture, looked at the acquaintance in the man's arms in front of him, and said fiercely, "Do you know that the person you are hugging is my friend?"

The man didn't answer, let alone turn his head, his shoulders trembled and his face was ashen.

A big hole was blown out of the ceiling, a dozen people in cloaks descended from the sky, protected him, and set up weapons at Takuya Fujino. Some of them were responsible for supporting the mentally disturbed and nearly collapsed man, preparing to run away.Strangely, they had no intention of taking Jason away.

"Number 0830, the physiological state is normal."

This was the first sentence he heard when he first woke up as a cyborg.

He is not the only child in the laboratory. They are born as puppets without emotion and memory. They have basic knowledge and learning ability in their heads. Mental oppression and attack, can have the strengths of sentinel and guide at the same time, can be stuffed into strength, artificially adjust skeletal muscles, reduce the five senses and not be affected by pheromone, it is a genuine humanoid combat weapon.

Here you can't see the sky and sunlight when you look up, there is only a gray and white sealed space, and even the windows for ventilation are stingy and refused to give.

They are experimental subjects. They carry out various activities according to the requirements of the project every day. The first thing they learn is obedience. Compared with ordinary food, they are often supplemented with a mixed glucose and protein drug solution, and the clouds hanging over their heads It's fear—to eliminate inferior products from too many experimental subjects and screen out high-quality products.

And the father who created them is that man, rumored to be a well-known doctor outside, only he has the technology to transform the weak human body and create flesh and blood biochemical human beings, and he controls their life and death.

Death is commonplace, as long as the task is not completed, and it is judged as "no need" by shaking the head, it will usher in the fate of being abandoned, smashed, reshaped, like a toy that has been returned to the factory.He has witnessed many deaths, some people could not bear the designated high-voltage electric shock, their corpses were charred and smelly, some people swallowed meth, some failed to pass the time limit due to poor resistance, some committed suicide, some went crazy...

As for him, I can often feel that this father treats him specially, from the constant silent gazing, to the gaze that stays behind him.

In fact, he was not the only one who received attention, but he was the last one left.

In the beginning, the most favored girls were the girls. They looked alike, so he naturally resembled them. They had at least the same gene implanted. It was nothing more than someone their father loved so much that they didn't become their mother's mother.They may be his sons and daughters in name, but in fact they are nothing more than his works.

Therefore, when he watched through the crack of the door that he was attacking the young girls who invited into his room, he felt calm in his heart, but felt nauseous. Stomach acid is vomiting bitterly.

When the end was coming, there were only three people left in the selection, and the last girl who was similar to him died on the way to find her father, her face was full of tears.

It was his turn, then, because the gaze was getting more explicit.

It's time to escape, he looked at the magnetic card on the man's waist, this man can provide him with everything he needs, the key to the exit, the map, and the personnel schedule.

He stole the knife from the kitchen and stuck it on the lower surface of the table with scotch tape, pretending to be ignorant, waiting for the man to knock on the door before going to bed in the middle of the night.

The rest of the matter was simple and smooth. He leaned his back against the edge of the table in a panic and had no way out. At the moment when the man was bullying him, he took off the handle of the knife and stabbed him hard in the abdomen. Scarlet blood stained his hands.

Before the man cried out in pain, he covered his mouth with his hands and knocked him down, stealing the highest ID card in his pocket. During the whole process, he could feel the vibration of his heart and the ups and downs of breathing, and his mind Sober, but excited hands trembling non-stop.

He ran non-stop, passed through the complicated corridors, and heard the harsh warnings from the computer. The guards behind kept catching up, and the sound of footsteps gradually became louder. His legs were numb and painful from running. not stopped.

Finally, the road ahead revealed a faint white light.

He passed through bare vegetation and land. Fortunately, he arrived at the station at the perfect time for the train to arrive at the station. There was no payment, and he just lay down on the roof and hitched a ride.

Before disarming, he touched the machine behind his ears, under the brainwaves—as long as it was there, they could know his whereabouts anytime, anywhere, interfere with his behavior if necessary, and use the psychological hints planted during the experiment The results made him go back.

But he won't go back.

He wants to completely get rid of those hands that want to pull him back to hell again, he wants to leave that quagmire, he wants to go to the outside world, don't want to be disconnected.

It's just that no one can predict the future after being freed from the rope.

Maybe he will die the moment he takes it down, become out of control and brutal, or most likely, lose all his memory, just like a useless person.

It is false to say that I am not afraid.

Whether there is any chance of jumping off the cliff, since he has reached the edge of the cliff, he can only give it a go and give up hesitation.

So he ripped it off.

——The world is silent in blankness, and he wakes up again.

Unfamiliar and at a loss, he was like a newborn beast, with a sense of uneasiness and crisis in his heart, and his whole body was on guard.

Until, someone reached out to him and told him where he wanted to go.

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