Be a system in a survival game

Chapter 242 The Seventh Ward 34
No. 2 looked at the needle hole on his arm, was taken aback for a moment, and then touched it lightly: "Does it hurt?"

Number 1 thought about it, the dean gave him the injection in the afternoon, the needle probably contained some kind of toxin that paralyzes the nerves, and it didn't seem to hurt that much when it went in.

It's just that he became very lethargic after the injection.

He sneaked a look at the bottles in the corner that still had red liquid left, and added in his heart that he was still thirsty for blood.

He hid the other finger with a pointy nail under his body, his movements were unnaturally stiff.

The little girl frowned her two thin eyebrows, feeling that this was not a good thing.But her limited understanding of biotechnology in this world made her know that something was wrong and she couldn't solve it.

She stared at the small piece of gray skin for a long time, until No. 1 began to feel sleepy again, and then asked in a very soft voice: "Will you turn into that gray zombie?"

Dixiu didn't answer her question. Although he felt that he had forgotten something, his body was not his, but a very fragile, human body.

So he couldn't guarantee whether he would become the "zombie" she called.

No. 1 touched her head, then pushed her out of bed: "Go back to sleep."

"Then can I still find you?" No. 2 stood on the ground, looking up at him, with an inexplicable stubbornness in his eyes: "I will sneak out to see you tomorrow."

"Yes." No. 1 glanced at the dark place and said casually but firmly: "Yes."

"Then I'll come back tomorrow." The little girl looked very happy, and told him earnestly before leaving: "You wait for me, and you will still be here tomorrow."

No. 2 left, and a person came out of the darkness.

He was a fat middle-aged man, Mediterranean, wearing a pair of glasses, with deep nasolabial folds, he looked quite kind, and had a "Principal" ID badge pinned to his white coat.

"Can you still taste the food you eat now?" The dean smiled, showing concern for others.

Dixiu thought for a while and said, "Yes, but not completely."

"Do you mind tying you up?" the dean asked while retying him into the restraint chair: "No. 2 is not here, and you have a high possibility of losing control."

The bald man seemed to be discussing with him, and he was more ruthless than anyone else. He was tied so tightly that his hands hurt.

"You are different from other experimental subjects, little guy." The dean pushed his glasses to cover up the excitement and enthusiasm in his eyes: "You still retain your own consciousness."

"..." Dixiu looked at him, and only said, "I still want to stay in this room tomorrow night."

"Oh, of course, of course," the dean agreed, "but let's see how you behave tonight."

"I mean, can you live till tomorrow night?"

He said, pressing the button at hand.

A huge glass box rose from the ground, and a gray monster was replaced inside.

This monster was still wearing the same hospital gown as him, and his saliva was drooling after seeing strangers, as if he saw delicious food.

The dean pressed another button, and a high-voltage power grid also rose from the bottom, enclosing No. 1 and the glass box in a small area.

It is really impossible to see that such a large "special physical therapy room" actually hides such a mystery.

"Go," the dean smiled, stood outside the power grid, and pressed the switch of the glass box: "Whoever survives can continue to receive my treatment."

　Maybe... maybe... probably... there will be more in a while?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)