Chapter 1 Trembling Brain
Pain!
It hurts!
My head hurts!
It was as if someone had hit the forehead hard with an eighty-year-old hammer, leaving only a ball of brain that had been shattered into a paste.
The screaming tinnitus is like sharp nails scratching the glass, leaving mottled iron marks mixed with a rust-colored smell. Then these iron marks turn into rust-colored and hot iron rods that directly penetrate the skull from the nostrils, fiercely The ground was stirred up, and the stained blood and pale brain were pulled out together.
The pain is overwhelming!
Xiao En felt like someone had cut open his stomach, without anesthesia. A slender and powerful hand reached into his stomach, grabbed his intestines, pulled them open, and then groped for them. The other internal organs finally grasped an organ that I don't know how to describe. It beat slightly, like a dark and swollen tumor. The hand held it carefully, as if it was holding an organ that had not stopped beating. heart.
“Huh?”
Xiao En heard a cold, slightly magnetic female voice.
The five senses began to emerge gradually.
The brain is still trembling, as if after extreme laziness, the instinct of the body is urging the brain to operate, but it seems empty inside, the brain matter seems to be stuck together, and the consciousness is shrouded in chaos. The iron rod and the sharp whistle were peeled off the body.
He smelled a smell similar to formalin, as if his whole body had been soaked in formalin. The strong and pungent smell revealed a trace of decay, and underneath him The cold iron frame was like a mortuary bed, creaking under the strain of his convulsions and spasms.
Cold.
Bitter cold.
Xiao En felt that his body was covered with a thin layer of gray sheets stained with dried blood and dirt, like a shroud. As his visual ability gradually recovered, he saw a cluster of cold microscopic leaves in the darkness. The light is like the dim chandelier that swayed with the mottled pictures in the old days deep in the chaotic memory, gradually condensing and taking shape in a trance.
A strange creature wearing a crow mask, or something similar, not sure if it was a human, was staring at him cautiously.
“A mutation has occurred.”
“Experimental Subject No. 168 is suspected to have resurrected from the dead.”
Following a cold female voice, Xiao En felt a slender The ice-like fingers touched his forehead lightly, and then he lost any ability to struggle and move. His whole body seemed to be paralyzed, unable to move at all. Only a little bit of consciousness was left, still looking for a trace of himself in the endless chaos. and reason.
He could not determine or judge anything. In the chaotic memory, the last time he felt like this was when he was undergoing general anesthesia surgery. The consciousness when he woke up was chaotic, as if it had been erased for a period of time.
But fortunately at this moment, although his whole body could not move, his consciousness was still a little bit awake, like a very weak spark flickering.
Consciousness and memory are confused.
He suspected that his brain had just been stirred up with an iron rod and then dug out directly from his nostril. As the chaotic consciousness shone a little, he finally saw something clearly.
A woman.
Unable to see her face clearly, she took off her black crow mask. Her long silver hair fell down, very dazzling. Her expression was cautious and solemn. Her white gloves were stained with muddy blood and gray. She was putting down the iron pick in her hand. Next to her was a huge skeleton with a hideous and terrifying face. There was still blood and flesh remaining on the empty eye sockets. The body was hunched and serving humbly. She observed Xiao En's consciousness and saw that he was gradually stabilizing. Said: "The target has been controlled."
"There is nothing abnormal about the immortal cyst."
"Notify the instructor immediately."
The numb touch is still there, but the eyeballs It can already rotate. Xiao En wants to open his mouth, but he can't make a sound. It's like having his vocal cords removed. His consciousness is still very confused. Two completely different memory sparks flicker in the brain, and finally disappear together, leaving only endless. of pain and chaos.
The memories are merging, very confusing, the pain of death, blurred consciousness, looking back on one picture.
"The target has resistance to [Immortal Touch]."
"Maybe the power of the undead cyst has taken effect."
"But the target has not been transformed into an undead sequence creature." The woman opened Xiao En's eyelids, observed calmly, and continued to record: "The removed brain tissue is regenerating."
"This is the extraordinary characteristic of the death pathway."
"Did the mentor's experiment succeed?"
Xiao En's pupils had begun to focus, but he couldn't see the woman's face clearly. He turned his head with difficulty and saw a pale anatomical corpse. The brain was taken out and the internal organs were placed separately. A rickety figure The skeleton, with a very smooth surface, is like a skeletal specimen, sealing these permeable things into jars.
This was a morgue, surrounded by cold corpses. The smell of preservatives filled his nose, making him want to vomit but couldn't, as if his throat was blocked.
"Mentor!"
Xiao En vaguely heard a sound, and then he saw a suspended skull, very smooth, as white as jade, with a bright ruby inlaid in it. At the level of his forehead, empty eye sockets stared back at him.
“Soul from another world?”
"Interesting."
"You captured another alien soul floating in the sea of chaos?"
This suspended skull assembled a body for itself, removed the flesh and blood, and The skeleton looked very neat and clean, and the cold finger bones fell on Xiao En's forehead. He seemed to be talking to some existence, and said in an indifferent voice: "A very clean soul from another world."
"Just a little confused."
"Very good."
Consciousness is drowned in darkness.
I don’t know how long it took, Xiao En’s eyelids moved, but he did not open his eyes because he still remembered what he saw before, and it was all too physical for him. Refreshing and refreshing'.
But he didn't seem that scared.
"You're awake."
"There's no need to pretend, I can detect your shallow thoughts." The cold female voice sounded next to my ears.
She put on the crow mask again and said coldly: "There is no need to think about lying."
"There is no need to tell me where you come from."
"The soul of another world."
< br>"I'm not interested in your past at all. You should remember some things that happened before you died."
"After all, death is the most unforgettable memory!" "I'll give you fifteen minutes. Calm down and tell you what you need to know.”
"As for what happens next, fate will make arrangements for you."
The footsteps gradually faded away.
Xiao En slowly opened his eyes. He struggled to hold up his body. The pungent smell of preservatives made him vomit out. The turbid black blood clots, mixed with some things that seemed to be internal organ fragments, made him vomit. His heart stopped suddenly, then started beating slowly again.
There was a pool of blood that had not yet dried on the edge of the rusty iron frame bed, and some minced flesh and blood that looked like internal organs could be seen, as if something had been taken out of his body.
Fragmented memories began to merge.
He realized that he had traveled through time, because 'death is the most unforgettable memory'.
Although his consciousness is a bit confused now, he still remembers the moment of his sudden death while working overtime in his previous life.
The current body is obviously younger. This is a morgue, surrounded by cold corpses, and there is a skeleton shelf in the corner that looks like a specimen.
Live.
But now he is motionless.
There was a stitched wound on his abdomen, and his workmanship was very rough. From a doctor's point of view, it was at most the level of an intern.
On the right is a mummy covered in gray and white bandages. The brain and internal organs have been removed.
What happened?
Xiao En's consciousness is looking for a breakthrough in the chaotic memory, but he doesn't have any clues. He only knows that he has traveled through time and may be resurrected, because the sparks of memory are flickering. There are two completely different things. The memory images are merging.
More chaotic memories are floating in the void, cold, lonely, floating in nothingness, no one knows how many years have passed.
"The time is up."
A cold footsteps sounded again, the ground was very smooth, and the woman wearing the crow mask appeared again. She should be very young, and it felt like she was very Watching Xiao En carefully in front of him, he said slowly: "You should have recalled some things."
"For example, death."
Clang.
A cold light emerged.
A sharp ceremonial dagger appeared in front of Xiao En's eyes, which made him subconsciously move away. The woman wearing a crow mask placed the dagger in front of Xiao En and said coldly: "You are not the first soul from another world to come to this world."
"Obviously."
"Some of you are not suitable for this crazy world. Survive."
"Some people are crazy from the beginning."
"If you want to return to the [embrace of death]."
"Use this ritual dagger to pierce your heart, and you can regain rest."
Xiao En's brow Locked tightly, looked at the dagger and then at the woman.
He tried to use reason to analyze everything he saw at the moment, but his brain was still tingling and he could hardly make any judgment. He even had a crazy impulse that made him want to hold the hand. A dagger.
The dagger was calling to him, it seemed to have a mind of its own.
It might as well be alive.
"Very good."
"You still want to live. This is a good thing." The woman retracted the dagger, turned around and said, "Come with me."
"I will take you to see a person."
"He is also a spirit from another world who has been resurrected from the dead."
Was he not the only one who traveled through time?
Xiao En's heart was full of doubts. He looked at the morgue and followed the woman's footsteps without hesitation.
He has already died once.
The memory of death is so unforgettable that it supports him to search for himself in this cold morgue, looking for traces of the past from the sparks of broken memories.
“Your memory is confused.”
"This is normal, because you will lose part of your memory if you are reincarnated in any way."
"As long as you still remember who you are."
The woman suddenly stopped and looked cold. He stared at the 'resurrected man' in front of him and said slowly: "Do you still remember who you are?"
"Xiao En!" Xiao En blurted out involuntarily.
Totally irresistible.
His speech ability seemed to have been completely restored. After spitting out the dirty blood clots, his breathing became a little lighter.
But there is still a slight tingling sensation in the chest.
"Very good."
"Remember who you are and don't get lost." The woman turned around calmly and said.
A dazzling halo emerged.
This woman with long silver-white hair pushed open the door of the morgue.
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(End of this chapter)