Steel steam and flame

When I woke up, I realized that the lights had not been turned off. Maybe it's because my body is too tired, but there is still a dazzling feeling in my eyes. The physical rest is far from complete, but mentally it has reached saturation in advance. In addition, I haven't eaten anything for three days, and now I feel thirsty and burning in my untouched throat. My mouth seems to be chewing tasteless sand. My stomach is also empty, only filled with increasingly acidic acid. A full stomach, which has been eroding the tough stomach pouch.

She woke up entirely because of hunger and thirst, Cassia thought as she looked at the big bronze clock in front of the bed. It showed that it was only three in the morning, which should not be the time for a person to wake up alone.

But she was no longer sleepy. Cassia got up and drank the cold water in the small kettle for who knows how many days. There were three glasses in total, but she still didn't replenish the water her body needed now. On the contrary, because the cold water flowed into his stomach, the hunger that could have been endured became even more uncomfortable due to the peristalsis of the stomach bag.

I could only go into the bathroom and endure the uncomfortable feeling, wash up early, and take a shower with hot water. Reluctantly changing into a pair of common casual clothes, Cassia didn't know if the canteen still provided food. But hot water for consumption should be provided at any time.

Taking the small kettle, cup and password card, Cassia first filled a pot of water in the bathroom, thinking that if there was no water there, there would be no problem in drinking the water from the bathroom. Although the military school had reminded them not to drink the water in the bathroom just for the sake of simplicity, Cassia thought there was no special reason for it, it was just that the school wanted them to develop a good habit.

The school is extremely deserted at night, and the lights in the dormitory corridors are also cold. The slippers on the corridor made a clicking sound, and in the quiet night, you could hear the echo from the opposite mountain wall. It seems that the feeling of walking into a factory at night was just like this. A person is holding a kerosene lamp. The dim light can barely cover a person's shadow. The surroundings are full of creeping darkness. The sound of footsteps and breathing can be heard in the airtight and spacious factory. Extra loud.

The dormitories lined up on one side of the corridor all have closed metal doors. Looking at the other side, they cannot be seen clearly under the school lights. More buildings have become the same black curtain as the background, melting into one with the Blanco Mountains.

After taking a few minutes to go to the cafeteria, Cassia was surprised to encounter a few students wearing training uniforms under the lights on the roadside. She didn't know what grade they were in. But their faces are still very young. They were walking towards the training grounds scattered throughout the military schools. It seemed that they had just gotten up early to train in advance.

That’s crazy, Cassia sighed as she poured out the water from the kettle and poured some hot water. The door of the canteen is wide open, and bright lights are on inside, but no staff is still inside, except for the water dispenser that is always working. I drank a few glasses of water again in one breath, and the strong acid in my stomach was diluted a lot. The unbearable hunger was relieved a lot at this time, and my throat was also satisfied at this time. There was still no taste in my mouth, but saliva began to secrete normally.

Now I am not in the mood to go back to the dormitory and continue sleeping, because only my body is tired, so I can get a good rest by sitting half-lying on a chair in the cafeteria. The spirit was very excited for some reason, and the speed of recovery was so fast that Cassia herself was surprised.

Is it the result of the surgery, or is it the normal performance after the surgery enters the middle stage? Cassia has no experience, and now there is no one around her to ask, so she can only think about it by herself.

I thought it would be summer vacation after the prom, but there was no summer vacation in the military school, and the only time to go back was the one-month winter vacation. In this way, Cassia's original plan to go back to see her mother and sister Lilia during the summer vacation completely came to nothing.

"Wait a little longer." Cassia closed her eyes and muttered to herself. Her relaxed body didn't want to move any more, and her eyelids didn't want to open anymore. His eyes rolled for a long time, and the visual hallucination left by the light in the detention center still had a weak effect. Even with his eyes closed, he didn't feel like he was in the dark.

Then he fell asleep leaning against the chair. As for when and how she fell asleep, Cassia has no memory.

When he opened his eyes, there were already a few people around him, and they were eating simple breakfast. Apparently they were the ones who got up early in the morning to go to the training ground.

The small kettle was not covered, and the water inside had long since cooled down. After resting for about three hours again, my body began to regain some vitality, and my spirit was still very excited. Straightening her sitting posture, Cassia put her hands on the dining table in front of her. After drinking a glass of cold water, the thoughts in her mind seemed to continue the questions she was thinking about before falling asleep.

I was surprised at how my spirit was so excited and how well I recovered. He gradually felt that his body was special. This was a conclusion he reached by comparing it with other surgeries at the same time. Just like how I would behave when faced with those who are close to mental disorder in a prison. Although they did not attack Cassia together, several people attacked in groups. I originally thought that even if I could kill everyone, I would at least be seriously injured physically. But the result was that he removed everyone's hands and feet in exchange for a very small price.

Those people are mentally disturbed and can only act on their own instincts. Facing Cassia, who is careful and knows how to think through strategies, they naturally have no advantage. Just like a good bullfighter facing a raging mad bull, he can make the mad bull die slowly and painfully from beginning to end.

But Cassia felt that this was only a one-sided reason. The mad cow was just a representative of empty power, and the main reason did not lie with the mad cow.

When did you become a good matador? This seems to be the main reason.

While thinking about it, Cassia walked towards the window in front to get food. In the surprised eyes of the staff, Cassia asked for food for several people, then held them steadily and found a remote corner to sit down. Wearing the cool short-sleeved clothes that are common in summer, when Cassia put down the food, faint bulges could be seen in the muscles above and below her elbows. Those are two inhibitory tubes transplanted into the arm muscles, and Cassia can clearly read the feeling of them being left in her own body in her brain. Because it is almost integrated with one's own body, if this feeling is not felt deliberately, it has become an instinctive feeling and has been automatically blocked by the nerves in the brain.

The final reason really pointed to himself. Cassia ate the food and thought, and the fact that I will become like this is indeed related to Sukarius's transaction. But at this stage, I think there is no chance to enter my dream again. And it was impossible to ask Sucarius about those things that he had not mentioned.

Will I end up becoming a monster? Cassia suddenly thought this, and the movement of chewing food in her mouth paused.

Even if he turns into a monster, I think this time will be at least very long. Cassia comforted herself, then swallowed the contents of the plate in several mouthfuls, filled a pot of hot water, and returned to her dormitory. Lying in bed, he chose to read a book to relieve his mental excitement and physical fatigue.

The remaining days passed like this, during which of course I met Ye Jielin and the others and talked about various things. But more Cassia chose to hide.

It was at noon on the last day of the five days that Bordeaux mentioned that the specific content of the task was delayed.

Without the slightest preparation, Cassia even forgot to apply for a firearm, and headed to the parking garage with the printed paper of the mission notice. An ordinary limousine opened its door and waited for him, two people in total. One driver, a middle-aged man, smoked while waiting and would blow out a big smoke ring. When Cassia passed by, she happened to see him amusing himself while waiting.

The other one looked like an ordinary young man who had just returned home from work on the assembly line of a steam factory. He had round eyes with a small degree of prescription. Cassia thought it was a dispensable thing. The young man was sitting on one side of the back seat of the car. He was very quiet and saw Cassia nodding vigorously. Next to the young man, there was a black iron box the same size as an adult. It had a combination lock and was tightly closed.

"Hey, Baron Cassia, hurry up, we can't catch up with this airship!" The smoking middle-aged man watched Cassia running over, quickly put out the cigarette, and threw it into the trash can nearby. He signaled Cassia to get in the car quickly.