It only took Feng Bujue two minutes to return to the operating theater from Laboratory Room 1. During this time, he only slowed down slightly when he passed by the room with the statue. For the rest of the time, he ran as fast as he could.
Even so, when he was halfway there, E107's body began to move … Fortunately, Brother Jue had already considered this and tied the body tightly. No matter how hard it struggled, it wouldn't fall off the trolley.
Bang!
At this point, Feng Bujue no longer cared about making a sound. He pushed the trolley through the door and rushed into the operating theater.
As soon as he entered the operating theater, he pushed the trolley to the side of the bed. Then, he took the hanging curtain that he removed earlier and quickly covered it with the trolley.
E107's body moved under the hanging curtain for about half a minute, and then … it stopped moving.
"Phew …" Feng Bujue let out a long sigh and said, "Not bad, the plan went well." He turned his face and looked at E107's head. "To be honest, if your body struggled out of the trolley in the corridor, it would be troublesome." He spread his hands. "I don't have the confidence to drag your struggling body all the way back with my bare hands. If that happened … I'm afraid I'll have to find a way to break all the light bulbs in the corridor. When your body stops moving, I'll try again."
E107 was a good listener. Because it couldn't speak, it could only look at Brother Jue.
Feng Bujue didn't need it to say too much because he was very good at reading people's minds. "You must be wondering … what I'm going to do with your body, right?"
After E107 heard this, it blinked.
"Haha … Actually, it's obvious, isn't it?" Feng Bujue continued with a smile. "I'm going to connect your head back to your body."
The next second, E107 widened its eyes and looked at Brother Jue with a confused expression. From time to time, it would glance in the direction of its own body.
"You want to ask … Is this possible?" Brother Jue asked again.
E107 blinked.
"Humph …" Feng Bujue smiled. "I don't know what the success rate is, but …" he said in a relaxed tone, "Is it really that important?"
E107 did not respond.
"It would be great if you could reattach your head, but what if you were to die in the process …" Feng Bujue continued. "So what?" He tilted his head. "It's better than keeping your current appearance, right?"
Although Brother Jue made light of other people's lives, what he said did make sense … E107 also felt that it was better to die quickly than to live like this. Therefore, he quickly winked at Brother Jue.
"Alright, looks like you've agreed. Then … let's not waste any more time." Feng Bujue did as he said. He turned around and moved E107's body.
Brother Jue's physique was not bad, and he was quite strong in real life. It only took him 10 seconds to carry E107's body onto the bed.
At this time, E107's right leg had been removed by Feng Bujue, and the bed was empty. After Brother Jue laid E107's body flat, he removed the man's head from the headboard and pulled out all the tubes that were connected to the head.
At that moment, a painful expression appeared on E107's face, but the pain did not last long … In less than 2 seconds, Brother Jue had reattached his head back to his body. The moment the wound on his neck touched, E107 no longer felt any pain.
"Guh … Ugh …" Then, E107 lay there steadily, and his throat kept making strange noises.
Feng Bujue did not bother to shut him down. Instead, he silently calculated the time. "This time, the body did not show any spontaneous convulsions, which means … the nervous system has completed its self-repair, and the brain has taken over the command again." Thinking of this, he could not help but think to himself, "Heh … In a sense, this drug called VNO-9 should be considered a success."
In the next few minutes, the wound on E107's neck healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. A few minutes ago, his head that had been separated from his body looked extremely haggard, but now, he had regained the appearance of a man in his thirties.
"Ugh … Ugh … Ugh … Ugh …" Five minutes later, accompanied by a series of coughs, E107 began to move.
The first thing he did was to raise his hand and instinctively touch his neck. Then, he sat up with his elbows supporting his body.
"Thank you." This was the first sentence E107 said to Feng Bujue after he opened his mouth.
"You're welcome." Feng Bujue said, "May I know your name?"
"My name is Igor," Igor replied and then asked, "And you?"
"Feng Bujue." After all, the system would find a way to translate it, so Feng Bujue gave a direct answer.
"Nice to meet you, Feng Bujue …" Igor continued. "By the way … you're also an Experiment, right?"
"I …" Brother Jue's acting came on the fly. "I don't remember …" He put on an amnesiac face. His eyes were deep, and his expression was serious. "When I woke up, I found myself abandoned together with your body in Lab 1 at the end of the corridor."
"I see …" Igor revealed a sympathetic gaze. "Then, how did you escape?"
"With this." Feng Bujue took out the lock from his pocket and waved it before the man. "I pried the door open."
"Oh? You're a locksmith? "Igor asked.
"That's not important." Brother Jue did not plan to let the man keep asking questions, and Igor's questions were getting more and more off-topic. "The important thing is … what happened here?"
"Oh! You're right! "Igor suddenly showed a panicked expression." Those 'demons'! 'Demons'! They suddenly appeared … and … and killed all the researchers! " He seemed to be reminded of something very scary. His whole body started to shake, and his voice involuntarily rose.
"Calm down, Igor. Take a deep breath …" Feng Bujue was unfazed and said in a very calm tone, "We're safe now. Don't panic …" His extremely calm attitude and words had a calming power. "What happened earlier, please tell me slowly and in detail …"
"Ha … Ha …" Igor quickly took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. Then, he looked into Brother Jue's eyes and said, "It's … it's the demons … It has to be!"
"What demons? What did they look like? What did they do? " Feng Bujue understood that in the face of such an incoherent guy, he had to point out the logic and organization of his answers.
"It's … It's the kind that came in when you were hiding under the bed," Igor replied. "They … they killed all the researchers!"
"You saw it?" Feng Bujue asked.
"I … I …" Igor swallowed hard. "I … woke up from a coma, and … I found that my body was gone, and I couldn't scream even if I wanted to." At this point, he unconsciously reached out to touch his neck. "They fixed my head to the bed frame, and it seemed that they wanted to dissect my feet first …"
"Oh, yes, your feet." When Feng Bujue heard this, he casually reached out and took Igor's feet from a tray next to him. "Try it. You should be able to put it back."
Igor was still sitting on the hospital bed at this time. When he saw Brother Bujue handing over the foot, he took it somewhat woodenly, and then … tried to put it back on the wound on his calf.
"Go on, they wanted to dissect you, and then?" Feng Bujue immediately reminded him when he saw that Igor had stopped talking.
"Uh … then … then …" Igor froze for a moment, regained his train of thought, and then recalled, "There were gunshots and the screams of the guards outside … Then, I … I saw …" He seemed to recall a very terrifying scene, and his expression became more and more timid. "'They' broke in …"
"'They'?" Feng Bujue repeated the word. "More than one?"
"Yes, there were two … or three at that time, I didn't see clearly," Igor replied.
"Okay." Feng Bujue then asked, "What happened after they broke in?"
"The three researchers in the room were scared out of their wits. One of them wanted to run out, but the demon waved his hand … and he was cut in half at the waist," Igor said. "The other two were so scared that they sat on the ground, and they were dragged out by the two demons …"
"Wait a minute …" Feng Bujue heard something strange. "Since one of them was cut in half, then … what about the blood?"
"That's the scariest part!" Igor said. His face was pale, and he broke out in a cold sweat. "He didn't bleed!"
"Oh?" Feng Bujue's expression changed. "You mean, his body was cut in half at the waist, but there was no blood?"
"Yes!" Igor replied with certainty. "After his upper and lower body was separated by the demon, the wound was covered by a black substance, and no blood or internal organs came out. And … he could still move. "
"Oh …" Feng Bujue nodded and asked, "What happened after that?"
"After that … the demons dragged all the researchers out … whether they were whole or cut in half …" Igor replied. "After that, about an hour later, you came in …"
"In that case, they might not be dead …" Feng Bujue said.
"No, people who are taken away by the demons will be dragged into the abyss of hell!" Igor said seriously. "They must have …"
"There's one more question." Feng Bujue did not intend to listen to Igor's talk about feudal superstitions. He interrupted, "You … why weren't you taken away?"
This question made Igor's expression change, and he fell into silence.
After a while, he looked at his right foot that was gradually regaining feeling and muttered, "Maybe … I'm already a demon …"
"Haha …" Feng Bujue laughed. "No, you're not a demon."
"How do you know?" Igor asked in return, and he said with some excitement, "You saw it too. My head was chopped off before, but I'm still alive and well now!"
"That kind of thing has nothing to do with whether you're a demon or not." Feng Bujue continued in a calm tone. "You're alive because …" As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the container with the green liquid next to him. "Your body has mutated under the influence of VNO-9."
"So … what the hell is that?" Igor held his forehead and showed a pained expression. "They told me at the beginning that I was here to receive medical assistance. Because I was injured in the war, seriously ill, and had no family … so I got this' precious opportunity. '" He paused for half a second, and his hand hanging by his side suddenly clenched. "But after I came … they injected me with that damn poison! They turned me into a monster! "
After saying that, he used his clenched fist to heavily knock on the low cabinet beside the bed. Unexpectedly … this punch actually made a hole in the top of the cabinet.
"That's not poison." Feng Bujue glanced at the low cabinet and said, "It's some kind of drug in the experimental stage …"
"How do you know?" Igor heard this, and there was a flash of suspicion in his eyes.
"Oh … don't worry, I'm not one of them." Feng Bujue knew what Igor was suspicious of. He smiled calmly and said, "I just made some inferences based on the experimental log and my personal observations." He paused for two seconds and said, "I think … the original design of this VNO drug should be used to improve the combat effectiveness of soldiers. But there must be many problems or defects in the formula used, so … the formula No. 1 to No. 8 all failed. "
At this point, Brother Jue raised his eyebrows and looked at Igor. "But this VNO-9, at least on you … the experiment was a success."
"Successfully turned me into a monster?" Igor asked.
"No, not a monster, but a super soldier." Feng Bujue continued, "Throw away your common sense and religious prejudice, and think about it again …" When he said this, his tone was very bewitching. "Now you have super strength, speed, endurance, and amazing self-healing ability. Even if you step on a landmine or get hit by a shell on the battlefield … as long as your head is not damaged, there is a great chance that you can recover on your own. " He glanced at the container of VNO-9 again. "And all of this is thanks to this drug."
After Brother Jue said this, Igor fell into silence again.
After a while, he spoke again and snorted coldly. "Hmph … so, I have to thank them?"
"That's not necessary." Feng Bujue said, "You didn't take the initiative to participate in this kind of experiment. You were just used by them as a guinea pig … If you want to thank someone, you should thank yourself. While your body gained this power, it also took the corresponding risks … To put it bluntly, any mistake in the experiment could lead to your death. You survived until now and became a super soldier by relying on your body's adaptability and … a little luck. "
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