ex boyfriend broke my leg

"You'd better not play tricks, research the vaccine well, and I can tell the superiors to save your life, otherwise you will wait to feed the zombies."

I was holding seven or eight medicines in my hand, and I was thinking about who to try the medicine for me. The person who delivered the food came again, threw the food on the table, and did not forget to threaten me every day. , I'm used to listening to it, and I didn't bother to pay attention to him. I took a needle and took a little liquid medicine, and carefully pushed it into my experimental subject - the lost mouse.

Count down to dozens!Nineteen eight seven six five four three two one... emmmm no response, well, failed again...

The 130th failed for the second time, and I was almost numb...I only tested on small white mice, and I couldn't make any progress at all. I was a little helpless and threw away the test tube in my hand, moved the wheelchair to the table, and threw the person to the table. The bag of rice was opened.

Those who knew it knew it was a meal sent to me, but those who didn't know it thought it was trash thrown away!A mush-like mass wrapped in a black plastic bag...

I'm going to throw up looking at this appearance, I'm afraid you didn't torture me on purpose?Even in the last days, such a big base doesn't even have a decent steamed bun? ?What kind of secret vomit is this?

Anyway, I'm also the only scientist in this base!Even though I came here as a captive... you can't abuse the captives!

As usual, I dug out half of a small piece of bread that was still slightly edible from the bag, stuffed it into my mouth, and fed the rest to my pets—Dabai, Erbai, Sansil, and idiot, and the lost four a small white mouse.

Since I came here for more than three months, they have been by my side all the time. At first, there were nine of them, and later they dedicated themselves to my scientific career. Now these four are left to depend on me.

Look, look, look, the idiot is gone too... I swallowed the bread in my mouth, turned the wheelchair with one hand, and lifted the idiot who suddenly stretched his legs and stared with the food in his mouth out of the cage with the other hand.

Throw it out the window.

I hope someone with good intentions will find it and help me bury him.

I have been here for more than three months, but my experiment still has not made any progress. I am a little anxious. After all, time is running out, and I can’t research it. When I leave, who else in the world can research it?

At that time, it will be the real end!

Every day I wondered how I could find some people who had lost their minds to be my experimental subjects. My head was almost bald. Tested on mice.

After careful planning, when the food delivery person came at noon, he took the opportunity to stun him.

Just as I was coaxing Sansha, wanting him to bite the man, the door was suddenly broken open, and three or four burly men put guns on my forehead. This battle...

But, fortunately, I have seen some people who are well-known in the world, stand up calmly, quietly stuff Sansha into his sleeves, pinch the man on the ground, raise his head and try to put on a kind and innocent smile and say: "He seems to be too tired. I'm so tired that I'm dizzy. Please carry him back."

The three burly men remained motionless, and the barrel of the gun was pressed against my forehead fiercely. I suspect that as long as I move a little more, the three bullets can be fired at once, and my head will be pierced in one go. , to be more precise, it was smashed directly, just like the shattered watermelon pulp. Just when I was imagining the scene of my tragic brain splashing, a tall black figure walked outside the door. The reason for this description is, It's because my eyes are really short-sighted recently. I can't use my glasses before. I don't wear glasses at ordinary times. I can only see a big tall man walking in from the door vaguely, but judging by the style, it's probably like this. The heads of several big men.

I narrowed my eyes, smiled innocently at the man, pointed to the man on the ground, and continued to explain: "This elder brother passed out suddenly when he came to deliver the food, but don't be afraid, I just showed him After that, it’s overworked, just take it back and rest.”

My attitude is sincere and my tone is sincere. If Sansha didn't suddenly fall out of my cuff, I think I could have escaped this catastrophe...

The scene was embarrassing for a while... Although I couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, I could still feel that the man's originally gentle aura suddenly turned cold. Watching Sansha helplessly, he rushed towards the man fiercely baring his fangs.

"You hid this in your sleeve?" As soon as the man said that, my back froze, and my brain almost froze on the spot, until a sharp gunshot beat Sansha into a blood mist. Only then did he wake up.

This voice is both familiar and unfamiliar. It is familiar because he appeared in my tossing and turning dreams every night. It is strange because it seems like a lifetime ago when I hear that real tone with icy scum. I feel like crying, but I didn’t expect to hear it again Met him... while I was still alive.

"I'm sorry." My head is too heavy, and the eyes on the top of my head seem to be weighed heavily, so that I can't lift my head up, and I can't breathe. I can only squeeze out the three words "mosquito na" from the tip of my nose, as if I want to let him I heard it, but it seemed that I was afraid that he would hear it.

"You shouldn't have said that to me." The man sneered and waved his hand. I felt the barrel of the gun on my head go down.

He ordered people to carry the man lying on the ground out, and stood in front of me for a long time. Even though he lowered his head, he could still feel the cold gaze. tugged the blanket over his lap.

He finally didn't say anything, turned around and walked out, the door slammed shut, I seemed to lose my strength, paralyzed on the wheelchair, my eyes didn't know where to fall, my head was full of complicated things, all related to that person past.

I didn't expect that after the end of the world, he could still survive, and it seems that he has become a leader of this base. That's right, he is such an excellent person, such a powerful person, he can live very well under any circumstances Yes, that's good...it's really good.

I unconsciously grabbed my knees, wondering in a daze, did he already know that the prisoner was me, did he know that it was a mutant virus that I researched, did he know that the world was ending, and It's all because of me....I was suddenly a little restless, feeling suffocated in my heart.

Realizing that he knew I was a big bad person was harder on me than it was when I chose to do it.

I put my hands on my eyes, and some warm liquid seemed to flow from the corners of my eyes. I am the worst and worst person in the world, and I still feel ashamed?It was so strange, I couldn't help laughing out loud, and wiped off the water on my face with one hand.

Withdrawing my body from the wheelchair, I propped myself on the ground, took off the white coat on my body, and covered the blood-stained Sansha. Maybe the bullet should have hit me. The white rat was just doing it for me, and I hugged the lump of flesh, blood seeping through the fabric and dripping onto my unconscious leg.

I thought in a daze that he just broke my leg, but fortunately he spared my life, so that I could have a chance to redeem myself...