Chapter 501: Depressed Laboratory
After the disaster, the rebuilt city of Skovya is more beautiful than imagined. The courtyards with carved beams and painted buildings and the high-rise buildings show extraordinary vitality.
The trauma of the city has been repaired, but the trauma in the hearts of the citizens has not yet healed.
People try to forget the near-destructive damage caused by the disaster to the city, and most people have done it. The brand-new big house can bring people the courage to be reborn and the passion to enjoy life. Only when they are in a negative mood will they think of the terrible disaster, and at the same time they will think of the heroes who shed mixed blood and sweat to save them.
However, those broken families still cannot forgive Ultron, Iron Man, and those so-called heroes. Heroes? If they are heroes, they should take precautions before the disaster breaks out, instead of thinking about saving them after the disaster breaks out.
But, what if they can't forgive? Most of them are civilians, living a peaceful life, just wanting a happy family, eating and watching TV together every day, talking and laughing, this is the happiness of an ordinary family.
Now even such simple happiness has gone away. No matter how big and beautiful the house is, it doesn't matter. The people are gone.
But they can't resist. They are not from the same class as Tony Stark, the Iron Man, and they don't usually see those "heroes" who come and go like the wind, let alone question them face to face.
Ordinary people can only use time to smooth out their scars and let their longing for their loved ones fade away little by little over the years. Men drink alcohol to make themselves numb, and women cry for a few days until their tears run dry, and then they will understand that life must go on.
And people with certain strength have already made their own plans in their hearts, whether to live a good life or take revenge, and their personality will help them make choices.
Some high-rise buildings are commercial buildings on the surface, but they are actually experimental buildings; people who enter seem to be dressed in suits and carrying briefcases, just like a successful person, but in fact, the briefcases are filled with experimental reports or research and analysis; the trucks parked in front carry large boxes upstairs, which you think are sports equipment or office equipment, but they are actually cutting-edge experimental instruments.
There is a laboratory of nearly 200 square meters on the upper floors of the building, and the access control uses retinal recognition technology. At this time, a man pushed the door and walked in after completing the verification.
The room was filled with a pungent chemical smell. Reagent bottles of different colors were neatly placed on the table. Several metal instruments that were heating up due to high-speed operation occupied most of the space.
He first threw his briefcase on the table, took off his thick suit jacket and hung it on the coat rack next to him, took the white coat hanging next to him and put it on, and then put on a mask, his movements were skillful and natural.
Then he picked up the briefcase and shook out the materials inside, flipped through them a few times, picked up a sheet and sat down to read it carefully.
Soon several more people came in, with the same movements and the same naturalness. They just didn't talk much to each other. They either went to deal with the bottles and jars, or stood by the instruments and stared at the displayed values in a daze, or like the first person who came here, frowned and looked at the incomprehensible text materials.
Everyone's face revealed heavy fatigue, the upper eyelids covered half of the pupils, and the dead fish eyes were lifeless and very depressed.
They did their respective work mechanically, without a word, only the slight hum of the machine and the sizzling sound of the reagents mixing, so quiet that it made people feel depressed.
After a long silence, a tall scientist pacing back and forth threw the materials in his hand to the ground fiercely, and said manically: "Fuck it, there is no progress at all, what are we busy with?"
A few surprised eyes were cast, but the scientist not only did not restrain himself, but also stepped heavily on the experimental report with his leather shoes, repeating "Fuck it, go to hell" in his mouth.
Even so, no one spoke, and they continued to work after a few glances. It was commonplace.
The cursing scientist walked to the window and looked at the city from afar, accompanied by heavy breathing. After a long time, he turned back to the position just now, picked up the documents on the ground and patted the dust with his hands, and continued to work impatiently and helplessly.
Until the evening, the sky was half dark, as if it was covered by the palm of a giant, and the afterglow through the fingers tried its best to create the last warmth for this land.
Buzz buzz buzz——
The machines were tired of working, making even louder noises, begging these crazy scientists to let it rest for a while.
The scientists' eyes were bloodshot, and they tirelessly conducted experiments again and again, analyzing the wrong places from the last experiment and improving the next experiment.
Finally, at 9:08 pm, a scientist held a reagent bottle with orange liquid and shouted with a dry throat: "Done! Success!"
From morning till now, everyone who had been expressionless and rarely communicated suddenly showed a gratified smile in tacit understanding, and their tense bodies relaxed at this moment. One person was so surprised that his legs weakened and he almost fell down, but fortunately he held the corner of the table.
This excitement lasted less than a minute, and someone questioned: "Are you sure?"
And when everyone came over to let the man analyze the liquid again, the long-suppressed excitement broke out completely.
"This is what Mr. 'Judgment' wants."
"Although all the characteristics show that it is the correct product, only practice can bring true knowledge. Don't forget that we were so confident before, what was the result?" Another scientist poured cold water.
"There were errors dozens of times before, but not this time."
As they spoke, they walked out of the laboratory, carefully closed the door, and took the elevator to the basement floor.
The lights here are all very active, flashing to celebrate this moment of victory, but it is a bit unbearable for the scientists' eyes.
"The light tubes here should really be changed."
"It's all successful, why bother with these."
Because this experiment is infinitely close to success, the scientists have become more talkative, and the mood that has been suppressed for a long time has finally been released.
Chirp--
Squeak--
There is nothing here, only tiny strange calls.
The deeper you go, the more obvious the call becomes, and it also carries a stronger stench, the stomach churns, and the throat smells of breakfast milk.
"Those bastards are lazy again!"
They put on masks again and endured the stench to move forward. Now nothing can stop them. As long as the practice is successful, they don't have to come here to suffer again.
In a dark room, dozens of hamsters are screaming inside.
The scientist squatted down and seized the opportunity, and suddenly reached out and grabbed a hamster in his hand. Quick, accurate and ruthless, as if he had received special training. Who would have known that he, a scientist, had caught hamsters no less than 30 times? He himself did not believe it, he was forced to do it.
The orange liquid was injected into the hamster's body, and the hamster struggled desperately. After about two minutes, the hamster's strength suddenly increased, and in the end it broke free from the scientist's hands.
The hamster hid in the corner, and its size and appearance had undergone incredible changes. The scientists were shocked and terrified, seeing an unforgettable scene in their lives, or the last scene.
The hamster's body first swelled up, and its soft light yellow hair became hard like thorns, showing a strange black color. A pair of incisors exaggeratedly lengthened and widened, exposing it to the light and flashing a heart-pounding sharp edge. The claws stretched out sharp nails like blades, and actually scratched the wall with several claw marks.
It turned back suddenly, and the terrifying red eyes and distorted face made the scientists' hair stand on end and their backs cold, as if they had seen a demon.
Before they could turn around and run away, the mutant hamster pounced on them, as fast as a shadow.
The eyes went dark, and then a bright red flashed. The scientists put up a useless resistance, then fell to the ground and twitched in pain. Life was like the flickering lights above their heads, hovering between light and darkness.
Finally, the lights went out, and the people were still.
A figure walked out of the darkness, listening to the bloody sound of the mutant hamster gnawing on the corpse, and laughed coldly: "Although things didn't develop as I expected, it seems to be more interesting. Will this be a game of cat and mouse, or a game of mouse eating cat?"
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