Nine Hundred and Seventy-One Hope in the Laboratory

In another corner of the world, in a secret laboratory, a man sat on his seat with his eyes lowered, staring at the paper and pen in front of him.

He hasn't moved for a long time, but that doesn't mean he can keep doing it forever. After all, someone will lose patience, after all, someone will break the silence.

"If you don't think about it, then refuse...you have the right..." A standing man raised his chin and said in a condescending tone.

"No... no... let me think again... think again..." The man who was sitting there seemed to come back to life all of a sudden, he pressed the paper and pen in front of him with his hands, and shouted nervously road.

"Then hurry up!" Another strong man seemed a little impatient, and emphasized coldly: "I'll give you another minute, this is your last chance."

"Are you sure you will let my daughter go?" The man raised his head and looked at the man behind the two burly men.

"You cooperated with the espionage activities of the Norma Empire, which has constituted the crime of treason. According to a normal trial, you and all the men in your family will be executed, and the women will be exiled to the Demon Realm to work as soldiers..." The man standing in the distance kept The man who didn't speak opened his mouth and spoke cruel words in calm words.

"Appear, you have this opportunity, you should cherish it." After he finished speaking, he walked in front of the two big men, stood at the other end of the table, and looked down at the man in shackles on the seat.

At this time, a staff member in a white gown opened the door and walked in, leaning into the ear of the man who was talking, and softly reported: "My lord, it's ready."

Then, he said lightly the promise the other party wanted to hear: "At least, your daughter will not be sent to the devil world, I can guarantee this... As for you, if the experiment is successful, you can still live... ..."

"And, I can tell you very responsibly, if you succeed, you can also meet your daughter! And watch her grow up!" After he finished speaking, he closed his mouth, waiting for the other party's choice.

"You, don't lie to me..." The sitting man finally grabbed the water-based pen in front of him, and tremblingly pressed the pen tip on the document.

"Remember, you can only see your daughter if the experiment is successful! Therefore, you must strengthen your beliefs! Just keep living." The man watched the pen in the other party's hand move on the document, and signed himself name, and exhorted again.

The man in shackles finally signed his name, his eyes full of determination to save his daughter.

He stood up, then was dragged by two strong men, and left the claustrophobic room. The man who had been standing there walked to a corner and grabbed the communicator on the wall: "Master William... that man is ready... the **** experiment can start at any time."

"Yes, I know... such a sample is not easy to find, he has a strong desire to survive, after all, he loves his daughter... yes, he strongly wants to see his daughter for the last time."

"I'm ready, I have sent his daughter over, and she is currently in a cell in the base..."

"Don't worry...the experiment will start immediately..." Having said this, the man hung up the phone and walked out of the room.

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In the laboratory, the man who just signed was fixed on a human-shaped table. He didn't struggle, just looked at the staff on both sides in horror, recording his heartbeat and other data.

"The auxiliary blood pressure circulation system has been connected. If there is a problem, we can control the blood circulation." A doctor-like person checked the machine on one side and said very professionally.

Beside him, another assistant who looks like a female scientist is also confirming the data on the machine: "The metabolic frequency is normal, the heartbeat is a little fast, but within the normal range...the test subject is a little nervous...please relax!"

A middle-aged man looked at the eyelids of the man who was fixed on the table and checked his pupils, while encouraging the brave little mouse who participated in the experiment: "We can't use anesthesia on you. During this process, you must always Stay sane...the whole process will be painful, you have to persevere!"

"There is no food in the stomach...the breathing rate is normal!" The assistant who used ultrasound to examine the lungs and stomach gave a thumbs up, indicating that everything was normal on his side.

"Please be sure to keep yourself in good condition... If your body has epilepsy or tremors, we will inject a certain dose of medicine..." After putting a weird hood on the experimental subject, the last man to leave the test bench Such a sentence was left.

Then, the man who had been lying on the table, held in place by countless straps, finally began to get nervous.

He didn't know what kind of pain he was going to go through, and he didn't know if he could hold on in the end until he saw his daughter.

So, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and heard a lot of machines in the distance, starting to work hummingly.

Then he could feel his soul, or his senses, being ripped out of his body by something.

At this moment, he felt that his head had been cut open by something, and that powerful force was tearing his skull, trying to pull out his brain and eat it.

"Ah!" He was so painful that he was about to faint, and his whole body was shaking violently. The powerful magic has begun to corrode and melt his skin, and the hair on the top of his head has completely disappeared.

Desperate, he could only scream desperately by sucking in all the breath in his mouth. It was as if only shouting could vent his current despair.

It was only at this moment that he began to regret it. He should choose to be shot or hanged with a rope, he shouldn't have to deal with that damn daughter...

Right now, he really wants to shout out the words that are suffocating in his heart: "Let me die! I've had enough!"

But he no longer has the ability to organize language, or if he has the ability to open his mouth now, he will definitely bite off his tongue due to epileptic convulsions.

Therefore, through the instrument that fixed his mouth like a chew, he could only let out the most helpless scream: "Ah!"

Even in the next room, the staff and the senior technicians involved in the experiment could clearly hear the chilling cry that went deep into the bone marrow.

"Same as Subject No. 17, the face of the target subject has begun to melt...Damn it...There is no magic power...It is really too difficult to extract all the soul!" An experiment assistant looked at the current Experimental results.

"If it was simple, the Puppet Empire wouldn't be stuck on this technology for so long! The target experiment subject has already started to convulse... That's a normal twitching reaction of the ** nerves, continue to increase the power..." one of the leading technicians The staff frowned and ordered.

"Continue to increase the power? The previous experimental subject No. 8, that's it..."

"If you don't increase the power, how can the stripping be successful? Your Majesty is getting impatient. You must know that Lord Gurlo is waiting for the results of this experiment... He may pass away at any time..." The leading technician scolded , The laboratory immediately returned to silence.

"Execute as I said! Continue to strip the soul, and infuse the stripped part directly into the receptor! Quick!" After giving a series of orders, he looked at the laboratory over there, where he was fixed on the countertop man.

The surrounding magical energy wrapped around the man's body like an electric current, thinking that the energy was too strong, and even burned the man's exposed skin.

That man, or that man's body, is completely useless. Even if this experiment fails, this man's soul can no longer return to his original body.

The screams had stopped, and what was being tortured now was the man's soul, and the screams of the soul were inaudible to the living.

Only the vibration recorder in the laboratory recorded the painful trembling of that distorted soul. This is really more cruel pain than going deep into the bone marrow, and it is the most direct torture that surpasses everything.

The pointer of the magic vibration recorder is fluctuating violently, which means that there is an energy body that is constantly collapsing. Although it cannot be seen or touched, this energy is indeed being destroyed, and the process is more cruel than Ling Chi. Times ten thousand times.

The body lying there no longer struggled, or that mortal body had been roasted and melted by magic, turning into a pool of bloody mud.

And those soul fragments that have been severely damaged and exhausted are directly poured into the body of a puppet by a new device.

The core device of this god puppet is shining exaggeratedly at this moment, as if a small sun is slowly rising in the laboratory.

Everyone is waiting, waiting for this experiment to finally succeed. Because of Mr. Gurlo's condition, it was no longer possible for him to persevere.

At the same time, His Majesty the Emperor Chris was getting impatient. He called William almost every day to ask him how far his experiment had progressed.

Under such circumstances, the ** experiment naturally started secretly like this, and all the criminals in the cells were used.

As for the inhumanity and inhumanity of this cruel experiment, no one cared at all.

Anyway, these people deserve to die. Before they die, why not contribute to the technological progress of this country?

"Continue to increase the power! We are about to succeed!" The technician at the head saw a glimmer of hope for success, and excitedly ordered loudly——

I have something temporarily today, the update is postponed, sorry