On how to contain anomalous objects

The prisoner was pushed into an unusually tall closed room by two soldiers with guns.This middle-aged man in a shabby orange prison uniform looked blank, even if he was pushed to the ground by the soldiers' rough movements, he still didn't struggle. He even collapsed on the ground so quietly, as if he was dehydrated fish.

Until the monitor at the top of the room flickered, an indifferent mechanical female voice fell into the ears of the creatures in the room: "No. 0013, stand up, sit on the chair, and do as we agreed."

The prisoner climbed up step by step.

His cheeks were deeply sunken, his eye circles were red and swollen, and his mouth was full of stubble. He looked like a wild dog with a broken leg.Holding the corner of the crumpled prison uniform, the man silently sat on the only iron chair welded to the ground in the empty room, without saying a word, as if he was going to be silent for eternity.The other person who was facing him also pursed his lips tightly and lowered his head awkwardly.

"Cooperate with the order, 0013, or go back to your prison." The mechanical female voice reminded with some dissatisfaction.

"...You promise to give my daughter a million dollars afterwards?"

The prisoner raised his red eyes, and the mirror-like eyeballs reflected the person sitting opposite him—it was still a child, his face was covered by short messy light flaxen hair, he was about five or six years old, dressed in A white robe without patterns or styles.The child had no shoes on, and his little feet curled up restlessly, and he couldn't even reach the ground with his feet.The prisoner's indifferent eyes softened a little, "As long as I do what you say, right?"

"As long as you cooperate with our work." The mechanical female voice promised indifferently.

"Okay, although I don't know what you guys want to do... What's your name, kid?"

"...Elijah." The child who barely understood this English sentence raised his head in a murmur, and replied in English with a strong Russian accent: "Elijah Smirnov."

"Okay, Elijah." The prisoner licked his lips, and he noticed that the child had amber eyes of a very gentle color, which made him look like a docile little animal.For some unknown reason, the middle-aged man suddenly became a little nervous. It was obvious that the person sitting in front of him was just a weak child: "I have a daughter who is older than you. Her name is Isabella."

The prisoner showed a dazed and gentle smile: "She also has beautiful long flaxen hair... Although my ex-wife and I have divorced, I love her, she is my angel, my everything..."

The middle-aged man raised his head and glanced at the monitor. The bright and upright machine was silently watching all this, and the flashing red light was like a silent urging.

"...I came home from get off work as usual, and it was Friday, and Isabella would come to my apartment for dinner. But I found that instead of rushing to hug me, my Isabella hid in the toilet by herself cry."

His face slowly turned ferocious: "I hugged her and asked her what's wrong, she cried and told me that she was really in pain today, and then I found that her underwear was covered with blood..."

"Her elementary school security guard, that beast! Bastard! Raped Isabella, who was only seven years old! But I didn't find out until that day!"

The child seemed to be frightened by the prisoner's sudden madness, and suddenly shrank back into the chair.But the prisoner was completely immersed in his pain, his expression distorted like a devil crawling out of hell: "So I took a gun and rushed to the gate of Isabella's elementary school. The gun broke him, and he just stared at me in a daze, and softened a little..."

The prisoner laughed, and soon he couldn't breathe, the shrill laughter almost became the howl of a beast: "Then I don't remember exactly, it seems that someone came to stop me... His son sat Weeping on the sidelines... I was so angry that I fired a few more shots indiscriminately..."

The mechanical female voice immediately sounded indifferently. This time, the other party still chose to use English narration. It seemed that it was only for the prisoners, and was not going to explain to the bewildered child: "Number 0013, George Barton Brown Ryan, who murdered three people, two adults and a four-year-old child, with a 20 caliber gun on June 6, 18xx from 25:0.8 to 0013, has been sentenced to death. Rape Isa Bella Barton Bryan’s security guards had other people, and those killed in No. [-] were the colleague who handed over the work to the security guard involved, the colleague’s four-year-old son, and an elementary school teacher.”

"No!" The prisoner yelled in despair: "I didn't kill the wrong person—" He stared helplessly at another living creature in the room, as if to confirm something, begged: "I didn't kill the wrong person man, no..."

The mechanical female voice ignored him: [T002-1. 】

This time the other party finally switched languages.

【Yes, it is! 】The child flinched nervously, he finally heard the command he could understand.He is now a little afraid of the man who looks crazy opposite him. If he hadn't received the order, he would have jumped down and hid in the corner of the room.

【Is there any response from T002? 】

【……sorry, I do not know. 】The child lowered his head and replied in a low voice.

The monitor flashed red and fell silent, as if there was a heated discussion on the other side of the wall.After a long time, the mechanical female voice echoed in the empty room again: "No. 0013, bend down with your head in your hands."

The prisoner subconsciously followed suit, and almost the second he lowered his head, he heard a gunshot from above his head——I saw the five-year-old child on the opposite side shaking silently, that's all. Under the stunned gaze of the prisoner, he fell down lightly.

Time almost stood still at this moment.

White.White.White.

Dazzling, sickening white viscous liquid gushed out from the bullet hole that was still bleeding from the child's forehead, covering his whole body in an instant.The child wobbled and sat up again, his small body covered in a pale white robe made of mucus, and three pairs of snow-white wings tremblingly wrapped around his bloody head.

"What the hell... what the hell is this..." The prisoner stared at all this in horror. He fell off the chair and climbed back a few steps on his hands and feet, but immediately found that the room was too narrow No matter what, he couldn't stay away from that terrifying existence that made him sick instinctively.

But soon his attitude changed.

"...Isabella?" he murmured hesitantly, and began to approach the small human figure.

"My baby, my angel..." He showed a psychedelic and sweet smile, crawled over and stretched out his hand, and firmly grasped the leg of the soft and slippery inhuman object: "You came to see Dad, Yes or no?"

"Father, why didn't you save me?" The little girl in his eyes was dressed in a white robe and gently broke away from his palm.She was as holy and solemn as a little angel in front of the throne of God, and even the cold iron chair under her body turned into a throne made of thorns.

She was condescending and admonishing loudly at this moment: "I hate you, Dad, I hurt so much, the devil grabbed me, I cried and called Dad...but no one came."

"—Why didn't you come and save me, Dad?"

"No—!" The prisoner wailed and collapsed on the ground, trying to reach out and touch the corner of the wriggling white robe: "I'm sorry, Isabella, please forgive me, forgive Dad..."

"Neither did you kill him to avenge me," said his angel sadly and solemnly, "you killed three innocent people, and even the holiest Child, let that little soul cry and ask my god, why did he let him die so early?"

"I don't know, I don't know anything..." The prisoner collapsed on the ground dejectedly, muttering to himself: "I'm guilty..."

"Yes, you are guilty. You should die in a tragic and hopeless death. No one will forgive you." The angel sternly accused her, but her tone became softer and demagogic: "But before you die, God wants to save you... come on, Dad, He wants to forgive you."

"—Come and look into his eyes."

The beautiful, little angel slowly spread its wings in front of him, so the prisoner raised his head reverently and looked directly into those golden pupils.He smiled in a trance, as if he had seen the most beautiful dream in the world, and voluntarily crawled inch by inch towards the white fluid that was ready to move towards him, facing the death brought by him.

[No. 0013 has successfully looked directly into the eyes of T002, □□Preparation, three, two, one, launch. 】

The monitoring is precisely ordered.

A small needle was precisely aimed at the prisoner's back, and the prisoner fell down in response.The musculature on his face twitched unwillingly, and he hissed and wailed on the ground a few times in pain and despair, as if he was forced to fall from heaven to hell, but soon he was forced to lose his life under the effect of anesthesia. awareness.

The white fluid swam around the prey several times angrily, and T002 closed its wings with a huff of dissatisfaction.Those negative emotions that had been aroused to the extreme by the meme pollution suddenly disappeared along with the deep coma of the prey.Although the current prey can barely enter, but he is a picky guy, and he is not willing to force himself.

The consciousness of T002-1 began to gradually recover from the impact of death, and regained the initiative of this body.The young Elijah leaned back on the cold chair and opened his eyes in confusion, but the next second he was startled by the sticky and cold hand on his leg and let out a hoarse cry .

The shy and timid child instinctively wanted to break away from the heavy body that was tightly clutching his calf, but the body of an adult was too heavy, and he could only look at the man who was still with him just now with his own half-understood in fear. The strange man who spoke English without understanding, but now lying on the ground with a strange expression and foaming at the mouth, sniffled in horror.

The calf was very painful from being pinched, and the child's beautiful amber eyes suddenly filled with mist.He began to ask for help, looked at the cold iron walls around the room, and wanted to find an adult to help him.

But there was no one here except the strange prisoner, and the mechanical female voice had no intention of comforting him: 【T002-1, don't cry, keep quiet. 】

The child still couldn't help sobbing a few times, the mechanical female voice ordered him again sternly, he had no choice but to try to cover his eyes with his hands, and tried his best to ignore the man lying on the ground and the hand pinching his leg, He obediently moved his butt into the cold iron chair.

[Release the soothing agent. 】

Another needle was injected into the prisoner's body. About 10 minutes later, the prisoner took a low breath and opened his eyes in a trance.

"Number 0013, judge whether you are conscious or not."

The prisoner didn't make a sound, he always maintained the posture of collapsing at the child's feet, and the hand that was clutched on the other's calf didn't intend to let go.

"Number 0013?"

Elijah carefully looked down through the gap between his fingers, but he directly met a cloudy yellow eyeball that was trying to open wide, full of horrible bloodshot eyes.

Seeing that the child found himself, he showed a frenzied and terrifying smile to the child whose pupils had shrunk violently due to fear, almost tearing the corners of his mouth.

"I see you, my God."

The prisoner maintained the posture of lying on the ground, and began to grab the child's face from bottom to top along the gap between the chair bases, without even the cracking sound of the overly thick bones being crushed by the iron frame. can stop him.

He seemed to have forgotten that he could stand up, and just maintained a humble and struggling posture on the ground, and stretched out his hand expectantly towards the god in his mind.

"Respond to me, my God, why don't you respond to me...!"

The child was so frightened that his face was pale and he couldn't cry.The half of his calf was held in the palm of the mad believer, and the exposed skin was stained with blood from dirty fingernails.

Seeing that he could never get an answer from the god, the desperate prisoner smashed his head with the corner of the chair that was welded to the ground. After struggling for about 5 minutes, he finally died completely.The sticky warm blood spread all over the place, staining everywhere, only the child's still clean eyes left the reflection of the other's frantic and terrifying eyeballs that almost jumped out of the eye sockets.

Why abandon me?Why don't you respond to me?Why... aren't you my god?

The pupils filled with despair became bigger and more distorted in his eyes, and in a trance he heard a mechanical female voice mixed with electric sounds say coldly: [Number 0013, the survival time after looking directly at T002's eyes is 8 Minutes and 36 seconds. 】

The voice kept repeating in his ears until it distorted into a completely indistinguishable hum.The turbid and disgusting yellow color of the eyeballs had almost covered the fundus of his eyes, and the huge eyeball screamed and pressed towards him abruptly.

Elijah snapped his eyes open.

"...What's the matter?" An arm was pressed against his chest from behind, and Elijah, who was still in the aftermath of the nightmare, was terrified. He struggled instinctively, but was dragged away by someone pinching his waist Going back, crashing into a warm chest.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Shang Qi whispered in his ear with a sleepy voice: "Okay, be good, it's all right, the teacher is here."

The author has something to say:

The name of the flower is Zhou Yizheng. Readers, grandparents are low-key and low-key, and they will have everything they should have, but not now, the author is still slowly coding.

感谢在2021-12-2412:46:07~2021-12-2500:01:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 15 bottle of glutinous rice balls;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!