All living beings in hell

Chapter 172 - Experiment 3455
As soon as the lotus blossoms lit up, the door was knocked open, and a man in tattered clothes fell into the office.

"Save me, save me!"

The door of the office closed automatically with a bang, and the lights in the room dimmed again, leaving only the sound of the man panting.Big drops of sweat rolled from his forehead to the ground, and there was even a ticking sound as the water droplets hit the ground.

"You're safe now, just take a breath."

The man lay on all fours on the ground, his back heaving and falling with his breathing, unable to stand up for a long time.

"Can you sit in the chair?"

"Let me lie down for a while, let me lie down for a while."

He was curled up on his side on the floor, hugging himself like a baby, breathing more evenly than before.

"What's your name?"

"what? What?"

"your name?"

"I... I... 3455... Number 3455..."

"You don't have a name?"

"I...I don't remember."

"Well, 3455, are you feeling better now?"

"Better...better..."

"Why are you so scared? Are you hiding from something?"

"Someone, many people want to kill me... They lurk in the dark, like bats, whenever they are hungry and thirsty, they will pounce on me at any time to suck my blood and eat my flesh...It hurts, they are What I did was unforgivable. Everything hurt."

"Who are those people? Who are they?"

"The experimenter, the person who does the experiment, wears a long white robe, goggles and a mask."

"Then who are you to them?"

3455's voice trembled, he sat up slowly holding his knees, and looked up at me.

With the dim light, I could see his face clearly at this moment.

The face suffered burns and heavy blows of varying degrees, and bruises and festering wounds overlapped together.It's hard to call it a face, it's better to say it's a piece of carrion with eyeballs on it.There was a piece of silver metal on his cheekbone that looked like it had been welded on.The whites of the eyes are covered with red blood clots, but the iris is gray and white. I don't know if I can still see.

3455 speaks with one mouth, and there are only a few isolated teeth in his mouth, without any chewing function.

"You are safe now, and no one will experiment on you again."

"That's not an experiment, they say it's training."

"Training what?"

3455 fumbled to the wooden chair and sat down tremblingly: "Training to become a superman."

"Being Superman? What does that mean?"

"Do you know Nietzsche's Superman theory?"

"By digging out one's own will to power, one can achieve continuous self-development, self-realization, and self-transcendence."

"It's not just about the will, sometimes it's even about the body and the spirit. The creation of a superman doesn't happen overnight, it must be the transformation and awakening brought about by long-term suffering."

When 3455 said these words, he no longer trembled.His voice is calm, like another person.

"So you're a modified Superman?"

"I'm a failed experiment, I don't have the will to surpass myself, nor my spirit, and my body has been completely scrapped under the long-term drug injection.

I do not know I do not know.

Biological evolution should have survivors and eliminated ones. I cannot accept that I am the eliminated one. "

"So you volunteered for this experiment?"

"Maybe? Maybe... I can't remember. I can't remember many things... I can't even remember my own name. Many memories from long ago will only appear sporadically in dreams, tormenting me, Keeps me from sleeping."

"What kind of dreams were those?"

"On the battlefield, soldiers in camouflage uniforms were carrying guns on missions... I saw a soldier stepping on a land mine and his entire lower body was blown apart... Then it was me, I don't know what I was doing. The dagger is full of blood. My hands are shaking...

Then I saw a brown-skinned child under me with explosives strapped to his body.The dynamite timer has been disarmed, and the child has several deep cuts on his face and neck... I should have done it.He wasn't dead yet, his legs were still kicking and struggling.His eyes were terrified, but his mouth was cursing to die. "

"and after?"

"There was also a woman in the dream... very familiar. I saw her kissing a strange man and I was very angry. I wanted to kill her and the man, so I did it again.

I was unconscious during the killing process, and when I woke up like a dream, there were two more corpses under me.I was shaking with that dagger in my hand. "

"and then?"

3455 scratched his own face, and scratched the unhealed wound on his face again: "In the dream, these people and pictures always appeared interspersed, and I woke up yelling. After waking up, those experimenters in white robes The family will inject me with a drug that will knock me out and feel nothing. No dreams, no emotions, just darkness and peace."

"You were already in the lab when you started dreaming?"

"I don't remember... I don't remember anything before the lab... only dreams."

"Do you remember things from your childhood?"

"When I was a child... When I was a child?"

"Yes, from childhood."

"When I was a child... there were big trees, red balloons... Mom and Dad... No, I don't seem to have a father... But what does my mother look like? I don't remember..."

"How did you come to hell, do you remember?"

"I was lying on the bed in so much pain. They gave me an electric shock test just the day before yesterday, and today I was going to inject some kind of bacteria. I couldn't take it anymore and kept yelling all night. They locked me in In an iron house... It's cold in an iron house, with no beds, no chairs, nothing.

My feet were shackled and chained to the ground.Bacteria started to grow on me... they were like bats, drinking my blood and eating my flesh... I was a piece of rotten meat for them to grow...

I don't know how long I stayed there, but once I woke up, the shackles on my feet were gone.I walked on the sand where there were piles of white bones, and the sand was a bit prickly, but I was numb to the pain. "

"What's the relationship between being a breeding ground for germs and being superhuman?"

"I don't know, maybe that's part of the need for the experiment."

"Why do you want to be Superman?"

"Becoming a superman can control your own life... This is Nietzsche's theory, go beyond yourself and discover yourself."

"Nietzsche finally went mad and committed suicide, you know that."

"The road to digging out the truth is very difficult. It is a great courage for him to use himself as an experiment."

"What truth do you think he's digging for?"

"The next step in human evolution."

"what is that?"

"Exceeding the existence of the current human beings may be the general trend of human evolution in the future..."

"What will happen if you don't evolve?"

"You will be eliminated and you will die."

"Everyone is mortal."

"If you have evolved, maybe your understanding of death will be different..."

"Then what is your tragic, self-sacrificing elimination experiment? Do you have a different understanding of death?"

"Death is failure...a successful experiment leads to evolution."

"Have you ever seen a successful case?"

"Of course there is."

"Has it evolved into a superman?"

"No, they can get along well with the bacteria on their bodies, and thus gain certain abilities."

"Like what?"

"For example, it can control the speed of food mold, relieve the pain of the human body, etc..."

"Do you think these people who can get along with bacteria and microorganisms are superhuman?"

"They're pretty close to Superman."

"So you think Superman is someone with special abilities?"

"Superman must be different from ordinary people. Special abilities are necessary."

"It doesn't sound like a superman to me, but a mad scientist who violates the laws of nature. The pursuit of superhuman understanding is too formalistic. It is obviously the pursuit of the development of human nature, but it is measured by special functions. Some Ironic."

"You don't understand what we do, what we do is to help more people, for the future of mankind."

"Okay, so you died willingly."

"Perhaps it is necessary."

"Okay, as long as you feel good about yourself."

3455 suddenly trembled all over: "Ah, those nightmares! They are coming back again!"

"What? Bacteria?"

"Bacteria! They're messing with my memory and killing my id!"

"Even so, do you want to continue the experiment?"

"Abandoning who you are is part of being Superman!"

I sighed deeply, and I didn't want to talk anymore: "Okay, I understand, you can go."

"My lord, my lord, don't let me go."

"The time is up, our conversation is over."

"I'm scared."

"You are dead, no one will inject you with any messy bacteria. You are not an experimental subject yourself, but if you want to be an experimental subject, I can't control it. Hell is full of people with special functions Soul, what can set fire, fly, read minds, everything, you can go and see for yourself.

See if these souls with supernatural powers are what you want to be. "

Maybe my tone was too harsh, 3455 looked at me in fear and didn't answer.

I waved my hand and opened the door of the office: "Please, I wish you a pleasant visit."

3455 didn't speak any more, he tremblingly walked back to hell with his rotting flesh full of bacteria and chemicals.

(End of this chapter)