MTL - After Two Lifetimes I Was Reborn Back Inside A Book-Chapter 180 Wear back the 180th day
In the silence, Jiang Chen stood in front of a bright red national flag, and below were top domestic experts in various fields.
As the keynote speaker of this seminar, he was calm, and after a simple opening, he cut straight to the point: "The main content of this meeting is..."
At the same time, He Qianjian, who was also in the 10th district, woke up at the headquarters hospital two kilometers away.
His consciousness was still a little fuzzy, and what he could see was the ceiling and unnamed instruments on both sides, letting him know that he was in the hospital. The chest cavity made a sound like a broken bellows, the pain made him take a deep breath, and it was difficult to breathe immediately.
"I…"
He opened his mouth to speak, but only uttered hoarse syllables, which did not disturb anyone, only the voice in his mind that had been with him since his death and birth, and discovered that he was new.
【you're awake. 】
This electronic sound seemed to be the same as before, but it also seemed a little weird. However, the pain on his body and the unknown situation made He Qianjian not have extra thoughts to think about other things. He immediately asked: [Did I come out? where am I? 】
System: [You are not in prison now...]
He Qianjian relaxed, and before he could be happy, he heard the system say coldly: 【You are in a more dangerous place than a prison. 】
【What's the meaning? 】
[You will know soon. 】
As soon as the system finished talking, medical staff came in through the door.
He Qianjian turned his head sideways with great effort, and saw several people in blue and white masks walking up to him. Some were holding notebooks and some were adjusting the equipment, talking in low voices, as if they were checking his body.
He tried his best to open his eyes, and there was a "ho ho" sound in his throat, which was half blocked by the oxygen mask, but he could clearly make an attention-grabbing sound in the quiet and orderly ward.
Someone cast a look at He Qianjian, and then looked away. They were wearing masks, and they didn't even need to communicate. A look came in quietly, and they left without a sound. No one said a word to him. talk.
Such solemnity and order, in a ward composed of cold instruments and white, suddenly made He Qianjian a little panicked, panic welled up in his heart, and there was an inexplicable sense of uneasiness.
He can be sure that he is now in a hospital outside, and he should have been delighted, but now the weird situation has made his joy disappear without a trace, and the system's previous "you will know soon" lingers in his ears, but he can imagine what happened before It is difficult for He Qianjian to decide whether it is safer to continue to stay in prison, or to stay in this unknown ward.
No, He Qianjian had the answer in an instant—anywhere is better than that cell No. 15 where the lights are on but the darkness is so suffocating, and the depression is so depressing that it wants to drive all living people crazy.
When he recalled everything that happened after changing the cell, goose bumps would appear on his back, cold sweat would run down his hair, and his scalp would gradually become numb.
After discovering that something was wrong with that cell, even though he didn't know the reason, he chose to be like the others in this cell very wittily and quietly, as a decoration that would not make any movement. He was always trembling, even sleeping. He didn't dare to make a sound, and staying up all night made him nervous, but at least he was fine.
At that time, He Qianjian thought that after this period of time, everything would be fine after he escaped from prison.
However, during a briefing, he heard the conversations of several prisoners. Each of them was placed on the street with a vicious look that ordinary people would not dare to provoke, but at that time they were secretly hiding together, whispering with all their strength. Han's malicious and expectant voice bet:
"Ten cigarettes, I bet that kid can live a full five days at most."
"I bet a bag, three days."
"Crippled or dead?"
"What's the difference between his fucking?"
"There was a crazy one among those before, isn't that alive?"
"..."
He Qianjian was in a daze at first, didn't understand what they were talking about, and felt that he couldn't afford to offend him, so he was about to leave when he heard the man say:
"He's got two more days at most."
Several people asked excitedly, as if the person who spoke knew something inside, the voice that had just been lowered was a little higher.
Then He Qianjian heard the human say: "You only know that No. 15 was murdered, but you don't know why he killed. It seems that No. 15 died when he was ten years old. Only he and his brother are left. He dropped out of school." Yang raised his younger brother to college, who would have thought that his younger brother would die right after the first year of school..."
The man's voice suddenly lowered, and the heads of the others moved closer, He Qianjian couldn't hear him anymore, but he had to know the secret of the man in the same cell as him.
In the past few days, even though he didn't do anything, that man seemed to be staring at him for some reason. A thin layer of cold sweat formed on He Qianjian's forehead, and his intuition told him that the bet they had just had something to do with him. .
He squatted in a hidden corner, and said to the system: [Help me listen to what they are saying. 】
Since the system returned to He Qianjian's side, it has rarely spoken, but I don't know if it is for future cooperation. Basically, it will help if the request is not excessive, and this time is no exception. In He Qianjian's head, there is a lot of The system's ruthless and cold report soon sounded: "...he was killed by others, and those few were his younger brother's classmates, one of them, his sister seemed to be the girlfriend of some young master, that young master heard that at that time Maybe he was only in junior high school or high school, the son didn't know what he did, he wiped out all the evidence found by the person on the 15th, those people were exonerated at that time, and the 15th held back for a year before killing two of them ..."
He Qianjian froze, suddenly thought of something, his face went numb in an instant, he wanted to stand up, but he heard the sound of his teeth colliding, and then every inch of his body was numb and cold, and he couldn't move.
The voice relayed by the system is still in my mind: [When the third person was about to be killed, No. 15 was arrested. I don’t know why and he was not sentenced to death. He was locked up here, and... I heard that he was blinded before And the crazy one, the other two he was going to kill. 】
A low inhalation sound came from a distance, He Qianjian's pale face turned blue, and the dark circles under his eyes became more obvious, and the system relayed in his mind at the same time: [Why are those two locked up with him? 】
[No one knows, but I heard that the only one outside who didn't come in also died in a car accident the year before last. 】
[It's really **** evil, I'm getting goosebumps. 】
[But from what you said, the 15th didn't touch anyone else, they were all out for revenge, so the newcomer might not necessarily suffer. 】
[Hey hey...] The system imitated the laughter coldly: [Do you know the name of the son who wiped the evidence for those criminals at that time...]
He Qianjian shuddered, unable to listen any longer, dragging his numb legs, staggering away.
—He let the system erase those evidences for him.
That girl is the most beautiful girl in their school. She has seduced countless boys with her mature face, which is different from that of junior high school students. She is the goddess who passed by him in the previous life and would not even give him a look, but she cried. Asking him to help her brother.
He agreed without thinking too much, it was easy for him, as for what her brother did, even if he heard it, he didn't care, the boy didn't seduce those men, this result wouldn't have happened , Otherwise, if there are women who don't want it, who would take the risk of Xing a man and suffer on their own.
As for the boy's elder brother, he is poor and has no background, so he doesn't deserve his attention at all. As long as the system is cleaned up, the He family will not know that he can also have an extra girlfriend, so why not do it?
At that time, He Qianjian got tired of dating that girl for three months and then broke up. He didn't care about that girl, let alone what happened to her brother, so naturally he didn't know what happened afterwards.
But now... He Qianjian felt like falling into an ice cave.
However, after the briefing was over, he dared not go back to the cell and had to go back. His already tense nerves would burst at any moment. Knowing that the night before the study session, He Qianjian couldn't help but close his eyes for a while. After waking up, he watched To the man standing by his window.
Eerie, ghostly, with deep-seated hatred and resentment, as if it would swallow him up at any moment.
He Qianjian scrambled and ran out of bed, waking up all the inmates in the cell. He threw himself on the iron gate and yelled for help, but was finally taken out by the prison guards.
However, no matter what excuses he makes, he can't escape the tasks assigned by the book club. He has to build the stage ahead. Fortunately, he has already discussed with the system. If the equipment fails, he can find an opportunity to escape.
But he didn't expect that the man had changed tasks with someone else, and he also came here. When He Qianjian saw him, his scalp went numb. From his gloomy eyes to his bony cheeks, everything was terrifying. Before he could come over, he was so frightened that he fell off the steel frame.
When I woke up again, I was here.
He Qianjian's memories were only within tens of seconds. After he finished his memories, the door of the ward was pushed open again. Mask, but for some reason, his heart skipped a beat, as if warning something.
Just when he was flustered, the person at the head moved away, and the person behind pushed an instrument, and then someone pushed the instrument closer, and someone took out a few needle tubes filled with cold reagents. Next to the instrument, things like suction cups were installed on his head one by one, and the person holding the reagent raised his hand, as if he was about to inject it into his head.
He Qianjian was shocked and wanted to struggle at the first moment, but when he moved, he realized that his limbs were tied with restraint belts, and he couldn't move at all. He could only rack his brains to find clues from the panic and confusion.
What are these people going to do?
Are they trying to inject something into his head?
Jiang Chen knows that he has a system, and maybe he also knows that the system is in his head. If he tells the country about this, then this ward, the silent doctor, the strange equipment, and the needle in front of him will all be destroyed. I can tell...
They're going to experiment on him!
Obtaining the system is naturally a great luck. He Qianjian is always complacent, but occasionally when he has nightmares, there will be scenes of being arrested and tortured after he knows the existence of the system. He used the system to trick most people into applauding, but he gradually stopped doing it after he still noticed it.
Until he learned that Jiang Chen knew about the existence of the system, and that he might have the ability to destroy the system, this nightmare began to haunt him again, making him unable to sleep peacefully, and every time he woke up, he was covered in cold sweat.
The scene in front of him was so similar to the scene in his dream, it was a nightmare come true!
Seeing that the needle was getting closer and closer to him, He Qianjian became more and more desperate, there was a constant hoot in his throat, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
The person holding the needle frowned, and asked the person next to him in confusion, "What is he doing?"
The voice of the person next to him was very low: "Afraid?"
"What's so scary." The person who spoke was covered half of his face by a mask, but his tone could be heard calm and breezy.
He Qianjian's eyes were tearing when he heard their conversation. The needles did not pierce their heads. They were not the ones being treated as test subjects. Of course they could say that!
"Just fix the instrument, he didn't think the needle would go into his head, did he?"
"Maybe, he might think we're using him for human experiments."
"No way…"
The conversation between the two came out of the mask, muffled and not clear, but it made He Qianjian suddenly sober.
Didn't they use him as a human experiment?
He Qianjian's sudden quietness and stiff movements clearly told these researchers—he really thought so.
One of them paused, speechless for a moment, then turned his head and said, "Didn't the information say that he went to college? Didn't you know that human experiments require informed consent? Can we still slice him?"
The man wearing something like a hood frowned: "Stop talking nonsense, put it on first."
He Qianjian knew that these people shouldn't hurt him. Although he was still afraid, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked the system to discuss countermeasures: 【Where am I now? Who are these people? Can we escape? 】
There was no sound from the system, but a man wearing a mask who had already installed all the equipment looked at the computer screen with a different look, and the others also looked at the display screen with their backs to He Qianjian, their expressions changed slightly.
These people were wearing masks and didn't speak. He Qianjian couldn't notice their anomalies from his perspective. He couldn't get an answer, so he could only call the system over and over again. After waking up, his mood fluctuated greatly, and now he can't contact The system, feeling more and more panicked, the voice calling the system in his consciousness, from shouting to shouting, his chest heaved a little more violently.
The few people who just came in exchanged glances and said a few words in a low voice, leaving only one person sitting by the instrument to observe the situation and record the data.
