deep invasion

Chapter 19 Big Dream 1 Game

Colonel He never saw those strange beeping instruments again.As soon as he arrived at the door of the laboratory, he was called to a meeting.

Subject No. 179, subject No. 419, Major Han Huan, the former head of the first team of the X Department of the Ninth Military Region, according to the latest physical examination report, the experiment was successful.

The researcher on the stage was making a report, and said excitedly, "The results of the physical examination show that after the experiment, the attack speed of the test subject is about 300 per second, the strength is 350 catties, the bone density is five times that of a normal person, and the ability to resist blows is normal." Thirty times, the explosive power has been significantly improved. The experimental effect was very successful on the experimental subject, but the only shortcoming is that due to the side effects of the experimental drug, the experimental subject's brain activity tended to slow down and fell into a coma."

In front of the huge screen, the man was sleeping quietly. Various tubes were connected to his body to maintain the vitality of his body so that the only achievements would not wither.

The only regret?

He Chong looked at the researcher who was wiping his sweat after dancing, and laughed, "The brain activity tends to slow down? Is this still successful? Isn't this the rhythm of brain death?"

Dead silence.

After receiving the tacit approval of his superior, He Chong stood up, walked to the screen, held a laser pointer in his hand, and drew a small circle on the chest of the sleeping man on the screen with a red dot, lazily said:

"I suggest that if the subject is brain-dead, regardless of whether the heart stops beating, the subject should be euthanized immediately."

When He Chong left the venue, the door was smashed with a bang.

Brain death is not a clear death in the existing laws and regulations, and even some brain-dead patients cannot apply for euthanasia.If an experimental subject is brain-dead, it should most likely be treated as a vivisection... Really interesting.

How many years have I not seen He Chong who is so impulsive.

The man sitting in the front row waved his hand to stop the discussion that was gradually shifting from the center.All eyes were on the huge screen.

The people on the screen couldn't perceive the crisis from the outside world at all.

Han Huan seemed to be dead, lying in the white, his upper body was lifted by a special brace, and there were marks of needle injections on his hands from the experiment.His spine was pierced by a thick tube of unknown material. Looking in through the thickened glass window, one could see viscous scarlet liquid flowing slowly through the tube.

The experimental subject is too precious, and maintaining his vital signs has become a major task for the base.

For He Chong, for the researcher, and even for the senior officials of the Ninth Bureau, the next day can be described as long.

One week, two weeks.Han Huan showed no signs of waking up.

He couldn't hear or see, and could only wander in a long dream.

In his dream there was the rustling of leaves.

Han Huan saw that night again, when Gu Jing was holding the gun, and pulled the trigger with his knuckles, the spinning bullets broke through the air and shattered half of the target's head.

It's so strange, he obviously turned his back to Gu Jing and didn't look back, but in this dream, he was able to describe every movement of Gu Jing in detail.

Maybe he's dead?

Like an outsider, watching his own memory.

He saw the sly look in Gu Jing's eyes when he wiped away the blood on his lips, and he suddenly realized that this little action was made after careful consideration by the man.

He followed Gu Jing and himself down the mountain.When they reached the mountain pass, Gu Jing raised her head, her neck curved gracefully.Han Huan watched him look up at the moon above the valley, muttering something to himself.

Many years ago, Han Huan didn't notice the man's whisper, but many years later, he looked at the parting lips seriously, and read the big boy's words.

Gu Jing said, "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

Many years later, Han Huan looked at the fashionable and young Gu Jing, and his heart was disturbed by this moonlight, and it was difficult to calm down.

When the Japanese writer Natsume Soseki was a teacher at school, he once gave students a piece of translation.That is the "I love you" that the male protagonist couldn't help saying under the moonlight, but Natsume Soseki said that it should not be translated directly but implicitly, and the translation "the moonlight is so beautiful tonight" is enough.

He said, I love you.

On the premise that they have known each other for less than half a year, he is very clear that his "I believe" just means "I know", and has no practical meaning.

As an adult, Han Huan didn't believe in love at first sight. After being with Gu Jing, he never asked him when he fell in love with him, a girly pink bubble.

He wasn't born gay and wouldn't accept such a direct confession.At this moment, he was not only thankful for Gu Jing's restrained rationality, but also surprised by the time when these three words appeared.

Sooner than he thought.

Han Huan watched the things around him keep changing.

In the dream, time passed quickly, and a year seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye.

In the second year of Gu Jing's service, they met again unexpectedly.Perhaps the starlight in the sky was too gentle, this time, he chose to confess to this big boy first.

He looked at Gu Jing and his former self standing on the rooftop, there was no moon, and the stars poured down like the Milky Way, brilliantly filling the entire sky.

When Gu Jing heard his confession in a plain tone, her eyes were like a boat full of stars, she smiled and approached his face and asked, "Ah Huan, when did you fall in love with me?"

Well, even if he can't ask some questions, it doesn't mean someone in the past can't ask them.

The IQ of people in the period of passionate love is probably all cleared

Years later, Han Huan looked at his former self and didn't answer, he just clumsily embraced him in his arms, put one hand behind the big boy's back, and gently rubbed the big boy's soft hair.

Really old, dreams are memories.

As Han Huan thought about it, the picture in front of him suddenly became blurred, and after a while of dizziness, it gradually became clear.

A young girl suddenly appeared on the other side of the roof, her whole body was soaked, as if wading from the darkness, staring blankly at the two people who were embracing.

The lights on the roof were not turned on. She looked at it and suddenly tripped over the uneven ground and fell to the ground.She was too thin, her wrists were unusually slender, and she put her hands on the ground with all her strength, and it took her several times to prop up her body.

There was blood on the girl's forehead, and the blood flowed down the center of her eyebrows and all over her face.However, she didn't seem to feel the pain, she just sat on the ground blankly, looking around with distracted eyes.

The wind picked up, the clouds opened to see the moon, and the starlight was covered by the pale silver moonlight.

The girl stood up unsteadily, her originally young face was as pale as a ghost under the mottled blood.It seemed that no one could see her except Han Huan. The girl walked around the two people who were embracing, sobbing softly.

"Brother, why don't you want me?"

Han Huan suddenly saw the girl's face clearly, and his soul trembled uncontrollably.In this bizarre dream, he couldn't describe his mood in words, and he couldn't even make a hug.

The once intimate title rolled on the tip of his tongue, but because he was just an outsider in this dream, he couldn't say a word.

Xiao Lin, Han Lin, my younger sister.

Before, he watched the whole year as an outsider, and all of it was what he had experienced before, without any change.Han Huan never thought that he would meet his own sister at this point in time, and Han Lin's condition was really worrying, the blood from his forehead couldn't stop flowing, and soon the blood stained his entire face .

As if sensing his gaze, the girl suddenly stopped sobbing, and called out hoarsely, "Brother." The girl was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and she still had two sweet dimples when she laughed.

She stretched out her arms to Han Hwan.

The scene before Han Huan's eyes was blurred again.

The rooftop, the moonlight, and the huggers all disappeared, and everything disappeared. Only the girl opened her arms and waited quietly.The blood on her face was gone, and she was wearing a long red dress.

The girl waited for a long time but didn't get her brother's hug, she put down her hand in disappointment.

Han Huan didn't know if any tears would flow down his face, he was still a disembodied bystander, he could only secretly look at the girl from somewhere.He has never felt remorse and guilt towards the girl like this moment.

The girl was ten years younger than him. When he joined the army at the age of 19, the girl was still a little girl who was babbling. After so many years, the girl had grown into a slim girl, but she received the news of his death.

He has been subconsciously ignoring this existence that is connected with his blood, ignoring the loneliness of the girl bearing the years and growing up alone.

The apology almost made him want to touch the girl almost crazily at a certain moment, however, it was just in vain.

The girl rubbed her reddened eye sockets, and smiled slightly, this smile was even uglier than her crying just a moment ago.

The girl said, "Brother, I'm leaving."

For some reason, Han Huan looked at the girl's smile and felt extremely sour in his heart.

Intuition told him that the girl came to say goodbye to him.Just like the phone call he made to Gu Jing when he was on the verge of death, this time, the girl came to say goodbye to him.

Goodbye, bro.

Maybe forever.

The pure black space was suddenly torn apart by a beam of white light.

The girl hummed a ditty and spun gently.The bright red skirt is placed in the pure black space, like a blooming flower.

The girl has not yet reached the best age, but she has grown up by herself.

Brother, I wrote to you, but you didn't reply.

So be it.

The girl spun and disappeared into a white light.