War in Heaven

After a long walk in the damp drain, the boy finally saw the starlight in the night sky again.

After blinking and closing the night vision device, he kicked off the guardrail of the drain and jumped out. The first thing that caught your eye was a flat river bank, next to a ribbon-like river, and the meandering flow to the unknown end.

Smell the faint leaves of the air, listen to the sound of the water, the young man slammed down on the soft soil beside the drain, and looked up at the starry sky in the sky.

"Finally...free."

With the sound of a slang like a dream, two lines of tears fell from his eyes and gently brushed his cheeks.

The teenager raised his hands and tried to wipe away the tears, but the tears could not be wiped.

He knows that it is not the tears of sorrow, but the tears of excitement:

"thanks, thanks……"

He greeted his hands with tears like a madman, and he kept crying for a long time, until the voice was dumb and could not speak.

Tired eyes closed, and immediately there is a memory that I don't want to recall, occupying all his thoughts.

This unbearable memory has been seen countless times:

The teenager used to live in St. Petersburg with his parents, but seven years ago, when he was nine years old, his parents were killed in a car accident.

At that time, a colleague of his parents, Mr. Vincent from a research institute in East Germany, offered to take him.

Although his parents died, he was not depressed.

In addition, I don't want to disappoint my own Vincent.

As a child, he believed that scientists are the noblest and most beautiful profession in the world.

And his parents' old friend, Vincent, the silver-haired man who always wears a white coat and a pair of Phnom Penh glasses, is a scientist.

Vincent worked at a research institute in East Germany with many scientists from the Soviet Union.

Therefore, at that time, juveniles often used Vincent to tell Vincent about the desire to become a scientist. They always said that they would go to the institute to look at it.

Then, about half a year later, Vincent asked:

“Do you want to join our research and contribute to the cause of science?”

"Of course!"

The boy who was about to have his tenth birthday at the time, nodded hesitantly, and his smiling face was hung with a smile on his face.

So he followed Vincent to a secret base in Siberia affiliated with the East German Institute.

Until now, he still remembers clearly that when he was lying on the cold iron bed for the first time, he was shaking with nervousness.

And the man who adopted his own kind, and comforted himself with a gentle tone, while fixing his body to the bed with a belt.

"Is this experiment very painful?" The boy, who was firmly tied by the belt, asked his most trusted "relatives" with big eyes.

"There may be a little bit of pain, but it doesn't matter. When I go home, I will reward you with a piece of chocolate." Vincent said absently.

“What are you going to do with me?” the boy continued.

"The experiment on killing is mainly to study the physical condition of human beings in the state of sudden death, and to provide technical information for the rescue of critically ill patients and euthanasia." Scientists who sent their adopted children to the test bed patiently explained the principle of the experiment.

"Dead? Will I die?" The boy twisted his body a little.

"Of course not! Rest assured, it will soon be over." Vincent said it was a slap in the face.

The boy at that time was relieved because of such a promise. It was not until later that he realized the true meaning of this sentence, but it was too late.

The content of the "anti-killing reaction experiment" on the first day was suffocating, and the painful experience, the teenager is really reluctant to recall. Just remember someone put a black bag on their head and start timing with a feelingless voice:

"Thirty seconds, one minute, ninety seconds..."

The timing sound in the ear began to blur, and the boy who was over-hypoxic struggled wildly, and the lungs worked harder than usual, but did not get any oxygen.

The chest began to have severe pain, followed by general paralysis, and after about a minute, he finally lost consciousness.

It was night when I woke up, but for him, it was as long as ten years.

The boy opened his eyes effortlessly, and was surprised to find that his sight was a scarlet, and then began to slowly fade away. He saw a lot of guys wearing white coats, standing by his side holding a variety of weird instruments to report.

"After ninety-four seconds after the complete asphyxia, the heartbeat stops."

“The lips are clearly visible.”

"What is this?" A white man stretched out **** and swayed in front of his eyes.

"Two... cough." The boy kept coughing and greedily breathing the air.

"There is no obvious damage in the brain, and the condition of the whole body needs further examination." The white man quickly said what he was typing on the portable computer while talking.

At that time, the teenager did not know what this experiment meant. When he saw the familiar face of Vincent, he finally couldn’t help but burst into tears:

"Let me go……"

"No, you need to measure your physical condition. You can only leave when you are finished." Vincent said in a plain tone.

At that time, the boy realized that something was not quite right, but he did not think too much, still naively thought that he would be able to go home soon.

However, the development of things completely shattered his innocent fantasy.

In the next seven years, he was imprisoned at the North City Institute and became the experimental body of the "anti-killing reaction experiment."

Hey, poisoning, a lot of blood loss, electric shocks... countless kinds of inhuman deaths are all added to him.

But the cruelest thing is not death, but every time I think that I can finally get rid of it, but I was rescued by the doctor ruthlessly, and then continue this cruel cycle.

After thousands of "anti-killing experiments", even he himself wondered why he was still alive.

Never gave up the hope of running away, but unfortunately after the end of the day's experiment, he will be injected with muscle relaxants and sedatives, and can only wait for the "death penalty" the next day. Again and again, never stop.

but……

The maddening death gear stopped today.

In the seven years, there was no freedom that I did not want, and I returned to my own hands.

Finally free, and finally can bid farewell to the cruel experiment, and finally do not have to experience the feeling of death every day. Seven years after being detained at the Institute, he finally recovered himself.

"I...free...?"

The teenager slowly opened his eyes, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and limped to the river ahead.