GBP Chapter 223 A Group of Madmen
Chapter 223 A Group of Madmen
After Song Shaolin threatened Zhou Zhou, he saw the fear and despair hidden in his eyes as he wished. He left the cold laboratory with a big laugh.
Zhou Zhou had been lying down all day and his stomach was already growling with hunger.
During this time, researchers in white protective suits came in and out, drawing blood from him, cutting a few strands of his hair, and scraping his arms.
Zhou Zhou did not miss any opportunity to escape and kept talking to the researchers.
"Brother, you haven't had a sip of water for a whole day. Your blood has become thick. This will affect the experimental data."
The tall researcher wearing a protective mask ignored his words and placed the cold instrument on his chest.
Zhou Zhou cursed him in his heart, but smiled, "Handsome guy, any news about the admiral?"
The researcher's cold eyes flickered for a moment, and he finally showed a hint of reaction. However, Zhou Zhou saw the malice in his eyes through the mask.
"It's okay to tell you that the admiral has lost contact with the main planet since two days ago. According to internal information from the military, he was most likely captured alive by the mob. Think about it, is it possible for that group of desperadoes to let him come back alive?" The researcher laughed softly, and every word he uttered was filled with gloating.
Zhou Zhou's pupils suddenly shrank, and his stomach rolled violently. He endured the nausea, his eyes red, "Stop talking nonsense here, are you doing human work now? You are protected by the army as a matter of course, but now you wish he would die in the line of duty, so that you crazy people can run rampant throughout the galaxy, do whatever you want, and take human lives lightly!"
The researcher shook the syringe in his hand and sneered, "Everything our institute does is for all interstellar humanity. Anyone who obstructs our experiments deserves death, even if he is an admiral."
The sharp needle pierced the blood vessel on the back of Zhou Zhou's hand. With a cold face, he lowered his eyes to look at the thick dark red blood in the syringe. He felt as if he had fallen into a cold pond, and his whole body emanated coldness.
"Don't expect anyone to come and rescue you. After all, apart from the bodyguard, no one knows that you are missing." The researcher pulled out the needle and slowly took the hemostatic cotton ball and pressed it on the back of Zhou Zhou's hand.
The researcher's gloved hand suddenly pinched Zhou Zhou's chin. He leaned over, his eyes filled with the same fanatical emotion as Song Shaolin's.
"It's a pity that no matter how well the skin and flesh grow, they will eventually have to be peeled off. Your eyes are particularly beautiful. After the experiment is over, I will ask the person in charge for your eyes, soak them in preservatives, and make them one of my collections." His fingers roughly stroked Zhou Zhou's neck and easily unbuttoned the collar.
"Get out of here, you pervert!"
A strong feeling of nausea came over him. The other person's gloves felt like ice, rubbing against his collarbone. Zhou Zhou couldn't help it and dry-heaved several times.
However, my stomach was so empty that nothing came out.
The researcher's face hidden under the mask turned pale instantly. He withdrew his hand, snorted coldly, held the silver-gray medical tray, took the experimental samples taken from Zhou Zhou, and quickly left the laboratory.
According to Zhou Zhou's observation, this laboratory had no windows, and the dazzling lights on the ceiling were constantly on and never turned off, so that Zhou Zhou could not tell whether it was day or night.
The metal buckles that bound his hands and feet were very strong. He struggled for a long time, and was exhausted and out of breath, but he couldn't move them at all.
"Crazy! A bunch of crazy!" Zhou Zhou raised his eyes, stared at the machine that looked like a camera in the corner of the ceiling and cursed loudly.
He stopped cursing until his throat felt dry and bloody.
Perhaps because he made too much noise, the laboratory door opened again.
The man who came was Song Shaolin, wearing a white coat. He had an exaggerated and fanatical expression on his face, like a traveler who was extremely thirsty in the desert and suddenly came across a clear spring. He walked quickly to Zhou Zhou's side and looked him up and down carefully.
Based on the monitoring over the past few days, Song Shaolin finally saw the results he wanted.
Zhou Zhou's brain wave detection was different from that of ordinary people, and it was very likely affected by the unknown matter in the black hole.
"Next, it's time to witness the results of the experiment."
Song Shaolin's hands were shaking with excitement. He gently touched Zhou Zhou's head and said to himself, "The direction of the original experiment was correct. As long as we master dark matter, the entire interstellar space will usher in a new round of blood transfusion."
Zhou Zhou was like a fish on the chopping board waiting to be slaughtered. He could only watch Song Shaolin spray him with some unknown spray.
A strong, pungent smell made his stomach ache and his face turned even paler.
He stared at Song Shaolin, and saw him pick up a scalpel that was shining coldly and walk towards him with malice.
He repeated Pei Yanlie several times in his mind and almost lost his mind.
At this time, at the entrance to the main star, a spaceship with severe external damage appeared in the empty space in the blink of an eye.
Almost in the next second, the door of the spaceship opened and a tall figure in military uniform walked out. He was so fast that the several federal officials who came to greet him were stared at with murderous eyes before they could even say a word.
Pei Yanlie ignored them. After receiving the news that Zhou Xiaozhou was kidnapped, he immediately rushed back from the distant star despite the gunshot wounds on his body and the obstruction of his subordinates.
He originally hired six bodyguards, but only one was able to join the federal army, and now, that bodyguard is missing.
After the other five bodyguards realized that something was wrong, they contacted Pei Yanlie in time. However, he was in deep trouble at the time, and the bodyguards could not contact him for a while, so they could only look for him everywhere like headless flies.
When Pei Yanlie received the message, Zhou Zhou had been out of contact for 24 hours. He kept calling the other party's video call, but the result was: out of service area.
Who else in the army would have the guts to kidnap someone?
He was sure it was those crazy people in the research institute.
Filled with anger and worry, he rushed to the main star without stopping, fearing that if he was a second late, he would see a torn corpse instead.
He couldn't accept that the person he loved was forced to leave him again and again.
When people are in difficult situations, they are able to stimulate the abilities hidden deep in their brains, and at the same time, what is stimulated are the lost memories.
He recalled the day when he first met Zhou Zhou. He looked smart and cute when he poked his fair and handsome face out from the mountain of books that was taller than his head.
He recalled the days when he was so angry at Zhou Zhou's thoughts that he could no longer bear it.
He recalled how he was attracted to him and couldn't help but pay attention to his every move until he wanted to possess him.
He recalled how he had spent days guarding a cold corpse, feeling as if they were years...
"Zhou Xiaozhou, I should tie a chain around you so that you can only stay within my sight at all times and never leave."
His extremely soft voice carried a chilling chill. Even though the sun was scorching hot, no one dared to stop him. They all made way for him and kept their distance.