The Cyanided Heart

"Huh...huh..."

Wendy couldn't get rid of the electrodes on her temples.It clings to the skin like a lingering blowfly.

"Oh ha ha ha - it seems that it is better to execute the punishment directly!"

The laughter of the woman named Jessica lingered in his head.Wendy was panting heavily. At this moment, she felt that her mind was blank, and she didn't even remember what she said just now.

"You asked me what happened? Of course...you revealed all the secrets! Hahahahahaha——"

There was another burst of wild laughter.

I... I told all the secrets?Wendy felt cold hands and feet.What's going on... did I say something just now?

...I remembered.Wendy's eyes widened.

What switch did that woman turn on.A strong electric current pierced into the brain like a sharp needle, starting from the temple, and then Wendy felt someone hitting her temple with a small hammer with a sharp spike.Vertigo fills the brain.

can not breath.Jessica was still questioning herself, and the voice was received so damn clearly in the messy brain.

Can't say...Wendy!shut your mouth!

Ahhh... shut up!It's not as good as the bullets if it goes on like this!Why... why, how can I stop this torture...! !Rather than doing this, let me die directly...!

"...Answer my question and I can stop, okay?"

what should I do…

In the end, I'm still a traitor.

...

my choice…?Just kidding, I don't know what choices I made...

"I said...you have killed a lot of people..." Amy's voice trembled, "They are like me, they walked here by accident...then you caught them..."

"..." The man just remained silent.

No, I don't want to be cut open like this, and die in pain in this cold place.

"...Guys like you will go to hell!" Amy shook her head vigorously, as if she was about to cry.

The man ignored Amy, but turned on the knob on the side, and then covered half of Amy's face with an oxygen mask.

don't breathe.Amy gasped for breath, but finally she gulped because she couldn't bear the longing in her airway.Gradually, Amy felt that her eyelids became heavy, and her consciousness began to loosen.

Kate... Buford... where are you guys?

...

The development of science is based on the efforts of many people.When it comes to hard work, most people think of researchers who forget to eat and sleep.However, with development comes sacrifices, and people ignore those sacrifices by default.

Even if a man of conscience accuses the victim of being treated kindly, he still believes that anesthetics should not be wasted on the dying.

All I can do is watch those parameters level off.The person in front of her was lying quietly on the operating table, without the noise she had before, she seemed to be asleep forever... At this moment, she was already dead, in a sense.

I can even visualize the part where the knife was cut.Closing my eyes, my brain seems to have helped me complete the simulated anatomy, even the processing of tissue slices.

That is of course due to...practice makes perfect.

However, the ending is also predictable.There were bloody bones and flesh buried under the spread skin, and one could even see the frightened and painful expressions of the failure of the anesthetic on their faces.

I... am I a man of conscience?I have no idea.It's not my thing to look for answers in nonsensical questions.

Here, my job is biochemical experiment.Wailing and cursing, I'm used to it.Instead of wasting time arguing with them about my justice, I might as well be more precise.Because of this, I have already killed quite a few people in the true sense.

This repeated killing drives our research - deadly bacteria and bioweapons.At one point I thought we were victims of war like they were, and that was probably just an excuse for my own peace of mind.When I die, they will surely drag me into the abyss with the most heinous curse in the fragments in the formalin.

The glass container on the opposite side reflects what is written on the identity plate on the chest.

Biochemical experiment supervisor

Leia Logos

People's selfishness is not without reason, even the simplest selfishness is out of selfishness.

So... of course I'm going to give it all the "end" as usual.

...

Wendy just stared blankly at the empty front, but this was just her looking at "herself" from a third-person perspective, and she probably lost consciousness.

Not long ago, I leaked all the information... under the torture of that guy.And no matter how many secrets she told, she still wouldn't stop, as expected, she shouldn't have believed her words in the first place.

I'm probably dead right now.

I am sorry for my original rebellion.If I regret this ending, I am not qualified to be here as a soldier.

Because I couldn't even keep my mouth shut through the usual method of extorting a confession by torture.

I'm going to die...Although I know it's impossible, I still hope to see my parents again.

...

The cold woke Amy groggy from a nightmare.The shadowless lamp that was moved to one side illuminated a square inch of land.On the side shelf were bloody surgical instruments and bloody cotton, and Amy couldn't help but move back.

The vials hang decadently on IV poles, the needles at the ends removed, and the tubes wrapped around metal rods.Amy looked at the back of her hand, where there were red traces of needles and traces of glue around it.Around the operating table are all kinds of medical instruments that Amy doesn't know.

What happened... what happened, what was done to me?Amy inspected her body in fear, and finally found something—a bright red suture mark on the right side of her abdomen, and something like a metal ring on her neck that was sticking to the skin.

Gradually, Amy felt the pain, probably because the anesthesia was over.Amy gritted her teeth and carefully climbed off the operating table.

Why is there no one here?When the pain recovered completely, Amy felt a cold sweat. She clutched her belly and groped in the dark.

Or is keeping me here... part of their experiment?Amy couldn't help shivering when she thought of this.

Fortunately, Amy found the door of the room not far from the operating table, but unfortunately, after pulling the door handle, Amy found that the door was locked.

Mom and Dad, Kate, Buford... where are you?Amy fell to the ground.Obviously...we were still together well before, why...why did this happen to me only.

There seemed to be a crumpled piece of paper under the operating table, and Amy picked it up.It was all in German, and Amy frowned.Looks like it's probably personal information or something.

There is a signature in a dashing font in the lower right corner, which probably says "LeiaLogics", as it should be.Amy guessed, and then moved her gaze upward——

"ExperimentelleKrper/AmyNestic/NO.3015"

…is my name.Amy stared blankly at the paper as it fell from her hands.