Witch Jane took a breath, little animal intuition frightened, obviously facing the guard, but the back of her neck was cold.
He slowly backed away, a small piece of rabbit clothes clothes sticking to the wall, soft can almost lift: “Big brother...”
There was no expression behind the man's mask, but his eyes were sharper.
By the third stage of gene therapy, the sequelae were much more severe than in the first two stages.
The experiment itself lacks a lot of emotion - it springs up quickly after treatment, influencing the person being treated in all ways, from will to thought, making him an instinctively manipulated edge.
And any trigger is likely to “blade” the treated person. This dangerous period is also referred to as the "period of emotional instability”.
Happiness, hatred, possession, hatred… all emotions are amplified together, appeased desire/desire grows dramatically, hormone replaces intellectual manipulation of the nerve center.
Witch Jane obviously doesn't know that the guard at this time has already sentenced two people.
Nor did Guardian expect Jane to wait for him in her room.
But from the moment he closed the door, there was no intention of releasing anyone else.
Under the silver mask, boiling blood moves stupidly because of the soft teenager, the whole body is like a hollow human weapon, in desperate need of companion touch/comfort.
Wei Shi didn't give the black cat any more.
He knows better than anyone who is his true companion.
He took a few steps toward Witch Jane, rolled up with his sleeves, and the aggressive and aggressive atmosphere lay down.
Witch Jane gazed at the bed.
At his feet, the black cat pitied Babba and shrunk behind the curtains as well, without any risk of being thrown back into bed when guarded.
Seeing the witch Jane stayed still, Weisheng's face grew colder and colder.
The teenager was stuffing his head, his expression was confused by the shock. He had no nerve to look directly into the eyes of the TV. He could only speculate from the sound of the big man's movements. The information he had just ingested would flash in his head.
“Treatment”, "emotional instability”...
Two meters away.
Big man took off his shirt.
The boss untied the metal belt on his uniform and threw it on the floor in a whisper.
The boss changed his nightgown...
Witch Jane has finally regained her reason!
What the hell is he doing here... he's here to play with other kids! But the other kids seem to be freaking out!!!!
The next second, the witch creeps her head up.
The boss suddenly threw it at him.
The black cat "meow” in the curtain was scared away, and Witch Jane couldn't help but lean back, with a snow-white wall on the left and a closed window fan behind her. While Witch Jane almost stepped behind the curtain, the guard stretched out her right hand and stuck the teenager between the narrow wall gaps.
Witch Jane was forced to raise her chin and reveal a fragile neck in front of a man.
At the moment of his gaze on the guard, Witch Jane's heart beat violently.
Clearly the eyes of the beast hunting.
In the obscure light, the young man who had just bathed looked like a prey pressed under him. Milky white skin trembled slightly, with no resistance under absolute pressure.
The eyebrows, neck and collarbone are just right for every inch, and the arc is just enough to bite, and it seems to split into the stomach with a slight finger movement. Soft, crumbling little curly hair shivered with tension, and the amber pupils were pitifully flashing like scattered mist --
Like a sacrifice slaughtered by man.
Wei Shi constantly looked at him and completely covered the soft teenager in his shadow, flashing an inorganic cold light in his eyes.
Memories flutter.
First the snow-white lab walls, then the empty, powerless, hanging legs in the window, the mass destroyed experimental experience, the flocked federal army, the rooftop sniper/shooter/gun, the silver bayonet, the dark night of the floating city, the silver mask and the new king, endless healing...
There's also a rabbit sperm wrapped in a military cage in the training room.
The gray field of view finally focuses beneath you.
Witch Jane whimpered, struggling slightly to escape from the chains of the guard, but was caught in the right shoulder by her hand covered with a cocoon, the burning breath intruded directly, pressing the soft rabbit milk fragrance to no avalanche.
The man's throat moved again, suppressing the equally difficult reaction under his body. His right leg and knee were squeezed to the side of the teenager, killing him at the corner of the wall, dark in his eyes.
“Take it off.” Sandmouth opening of the guard: “Remove the mask. ”
Witch Jane's nervous mess, her brain has shut down, her subconscious touch her face, but suddenly reacts and the mask is removed long before she enters the door...
It's the big man's mask.
The guard lit a little chin, indicating that Witch Jane reached out.
Under the dim lights, the man's silver mask has a faint light, like a navigation light at a star spot in the fog outside the window.
There is an unquestionable light in his eyes.
Witch Jane swallowed a sip of water nervously and was forced to reach out under the arrogant flame of the big man. Unwrapping the man's silver mask in chaos, there were as many as six or seven dark buttons alone, the more nervous the movement became...
The guard suddenly covered his hand and suddenly pulled off the silver mask with his movements and threw it on the floor at will.
A man's always desperate face finally cuts into Witch Jane's sight.
Five officers were cold and hard, cast a deep outline under the lamp, and the fierce light jumped in their eyes.
Witch Jane stayed silent and said: "Brother...”
The next second, the shadowy head went down, the soft teenager jumped backwards and shrunk, yet he was irrevocably retreating. The man bowed his head obediently and his brutal teeth stopped in the teenager's most fragile carotid artery, as if only one mouth could pierce the newest blood.
The frightened teenager finally reacted and struggled with his life. The teenager's flexible muscles give off a slight scent and the guard's eyes are dim.
All impulses rush at this moment, losing the desire/desire for rational suppression in the ear hustle and bustle, he is like a male beast rushing to plunder territory to the land he sees, wanting the sacrifice to submit to himself, cry, willingness to plunder everything -
The sharp teeth bite, and the witch Jane screams out in pain. However, the guard could hold him with only one hand, his teeth crunched around the sweet vein, then left a mark harshly, and finally, he retracted the sharp edge, replacing it with a slight lick on the tip of his tongue.
Sweet and delicious.
After treatment, the emotions of uncertainty finally recovered, and the vicious beast of consciousness was delighted.
The man looked up and looked at the teenager held hostage by his own death. Seems to be one step away from sobriety, but reason still wanders by the abyss of desire/desire.
Witch Jane is obviously foolish.
He was bitten by the boss...
I bit my neck!!!
After Weishu unraveled the fetter, the witch suddenly reacted and threw her legs and ran away, suddenly he was pressed again by the man.
“I'm sorry.” Wesley muttered, one word at a time: "You'll sleep here tonight. ”
Witch Jane rubbed against the wall again, as if it were an automatic sticky rabbit wall sticker, frightened: “Brother, I, I, I...”
The guard looked down at him.
Covering her neck, the witch was aggrieved and afraid to say it. She seemed scared and began to mistake her head: “Brother... I didn't mean to mess up the bed... I didn't do it first... I didn't mean to break my promise... Me, me...”
Witch Jane counts, she can't pick a reason to let the big man bite him.
Weisheng took a deep breath and suddenly pressed his right hand against his helpless curly hair.
“Sorry.” The guard repeated again, his palms were snagged by soft curly hair and the sweet filament itched.
The crisis is over.
Witch Jane opened her eyes blindly.
Weshi raised his eyebrows and lit a little bed on his chin: “Go up yourself, or I'll help you up. ”
Witch Jane obeyed her instincts, banging from the floor, hands and feet and climbing to bed in chaos, back to the original corner, and was so nervous that the rabbit's ears were going to stand up and shrink next to a messy quilt that was arched - not occupying the floor at all.
The guardian glanced at him.
Witch Jane slipped and pulled the quilt tight, her eyes rolled around, and apparently the cerebral cortex was very active.
The guard looked down at the terminal and the voice was dull: "You have 10 minutes. If you don't fall asleep, I can't guarantee what will happen next. ”
Once again, the oppressed witch Jane was frozen and closed her eyes.
You can't sleep at all when you move under your eyelids.
The guard poured himself a glass of water and swallowed the medicine out of the lab. The witch was still stuck in bed pretending to sleep.
“Count rabbits if you can't sleep.” Guardian's orders.
The rigid rabbit nodded quickly and closed his eyes to begin counting.
A rabbit.
My neck hurts a little.
Two rabbits.
It does hurt...
Three rabbits.
Rabbits on the bed breathe in quietly, stinging like leaky rabbits.
Horseman says: "Three minutes left. ”
Witch Jane was stunned, and a large group of rabbit balls rushed past her active consciousness, and Jomo was frightened to run fast.
The lights in the house are dim and nearly out.
Walking clock tick, tick with rhythm. The window opens halfway as it is guarded, and the wet scent of Joan Flower follows the night breeze, gently causing people to fall asleep.
Jane's eyelashes moved.
Trained and tired, the last rabbit in his mind crossed the fence and slipped his legs, sending him to his dreamland.
The bathroom stood by the bed and watched for a long time, putting the cup down and walking into the bathroom.
The water ran through, and the night was dark when the man came out.
Witch Jane is still curling to the side of the bed, blushing and breathing evenly.
He slept so well that even the quilt could only cover a small triangle and sit on his belly, revealing white and tender legs and laying down with his breath.
Reach for the guard.
Rough fingertips cover the wound on the juvenile's neck, slightly rubbing at the edge of the marker and carefully not touching the bloodstain.
Witch Jane's eyelashes moved and didn't wake up.
Five minutes later, a slight knock sounded.
When Mao Dongqing handed over the medical kit to the guard, there was no facial expression report: “As you ordered, no scars will be left. There are also 12 reparative agents you need. ”
Horseman nodded.
The room was dimly lit, and the man in the bathrobe was tall and strong, blocking Mao Dongqing's view.
The fourth Floating City magistrate hesitated for a moment and said, “Researcher Song said... be careful with restraint. ”
Silence when defending.
Mao Dongqing added another sentence: "Please treat him properly.” He paused and continued with a flat, undulating voice: “Psychological cues have no effect on you, for whom only the subjective will will will sign with the accompanying therapist. With all due respect, with the exception of Jane, you may never encounter a second perfectly fit comforter. ”
“For S-level experiments, the probability of adaptation of subjective will is less than one in 20 billion. ”
The bodyguard picked up the medical kit and asked indifferently, leaving no beak: “I will be responsible for him. ”
The door closed gently.
Mao Dongqing crossed the dark corridor, entered the elevator and arrived at the laboratory.
Arjun dashed and jumped. His face was pale and his tongue was knotted: “Is this the third stage of treatment? How did it go so fast... skipped two sessions at once and the lab agreed? Damn it, I sent someone over! The third course, the first four hours, is a period of extreme emotional ferocity, this is going to fucking happen..."
Mao Dongqing: “It's okay. ”
Ah-jun finally relieved his breath and said, “Really, really? Why... I'm not a patient who hasn't seen a third course of therapy...”
Mao Dongqing was silent.
Half-a-chun said, "Are you sure? ”
And he said to himself: "Brother Wei has such good control... did you just deliver the medicine? ”
Mao Dongqing nodded.
Arjun shouted and fell to the ground: “I encouraged you to send someone over - I almost became a fucking murderer. I'll take care of it. It's none of your business. ”
“Tomorrow I'll apologize to the Lord. ”
“Then ask Brother Wei for sin...”
“No, people don't necessarily get off tomorrow... out of the room... and I'm squatting at the door. Scared the shit out of me...”
Mao Dongqing suddenly said: “Don't interfere in this matter. ”
Arjun looked up.
“People matter.” Mao Dongqing said slowly: “And, hidden. ”
In a dim room.
Weishi lifted a small curly hair and applied healing agent to the wound.
The medicine is pale green, has a strong healing power, and the bite marks are faintly invisible almost momentarily.
The potion then evaporates and drifts cool on the surface of the skin. After confirming that it will not be infected, the man's rough, warm right hand rests around the wound until the witch's breath returns smooth again.
Under the index finger, the pulse was gentle and strong, and the witch Jane unconsciously rubbed her hand while guarding.
The man who was supposed to get up and leave sat silently for a long time.
A minute later, Weicheng packed the medical box, and as soon as Fu came out, he was slightly deafened.
The black cat, hiding behind the curtains, came out silently and climbed into bed, afraid to get too close to the guard, softly staying in the corner curled by the witch. Half the cat's head was buried in a duvet with two pathetic eyes and a black tail pulled down.
Rizzo is going to chase the cat out of the house.
The black cat “meow” shrunk again to the witch Jane. The sleepy teenager reached out his hand and subconsciously held the cat.
Same pose as a guinea pig.
The rabbit rubbed the cat's head softly, obviously still sleeping, and seemed quite happy to see the little round face.
Wesley took a meal and showed the black cat in his eyes.
The black cat relaxed and nestled in the arms of the witch, seemed to feel comfortable to be hugged for a long time. She also grunted and fell asleep. Her tail came out soft and soft and swayed by the bed.
The breeze rolled up the curtains and the guard finally checked and lifted the quilt. Slight collapse on the other side of the bed.
The fog of the Floating City dissipated and gathered again.
The morning light passes through the mist and through the window fan again, falling a light and shadow on the floor stall.
Witch Jane comfortably stretched herself into a grown rabbit strip, and moistened the cat, wrapped in a quilt to arch.
Then blindfolded -
Amber pupils glistened.
Thank you. Yet I chose Silence x2, Peach x2, Lilite, Rocket Rocket.
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