Chapter 88

Number 277 has no name.

"Mud tire S-277" is her number, which is printed on the back of her neck, with a barcode for recording data.

The 277th birth sample of the second batch of experimental products of the Mud Tire Android Project is the meaning of this number.

Since the launch of the plan of the Truth Society Mechanics, there have been three batches of experimental products, with a total of 3050 numbers.

The first batch of 50 pieces starts with F, the second batch of 1,000 pieces starts with S, and the third batch of 2,000 pieces starts with T.

No. 277 was one of the failures.

But No. 277 will not feel depressed because of this, because the 3050 numbered experimental products are actually all failures.

Occasionally, outside the transparent container, she would hear passing researchers in white coats complaining, "This experiment is getting more and more intensive. Data is collected from morning to night every day. When will it end? The higher-ups don't plan to Funding was allocated, and the experiment did not make much progress, alas, because of the confidentiality regulations, I can only live in the laboratory, I am almost suffocated."

Someone next to him asked: "Is there no progress? Isn't the ether affinity data I compiled already reached 200%?"

The researcher reached out and knocked on the glass in front of her, through the light and shadow blurred by the culture fluid, with a condescending cold light in his eyes, he said: "Here, this, the best experimental product so far, is expected to reach the highest affinity. The speed is 200%, but the concentration of Philosopher's Stone in her flesh and blood is too high, causing her lifespan to be only about one year."

"One year... What will happen if one year later?"

"boom!"

The researcher made an explosive gesture and said with a smile: "The power of the Philosopher's Stone can't be metabolized gradually, the affinity of ether is getting higher and higher, and finally the inflow of ether can't be controlled, and the experimental product will expand like a balloon... So if the next batch has research results, this batch should be destroyed as soon as possible.”

"In a few days, the first batch of experimental products will be destroyed centrally."

Thus, No. 277 knew that he only had one year to live.

The double isolation of glass and culture fluid makes everything outside look a bit distorted, people coming and going, lights on and off, day after day.

When all the lights in the laboratory were extinguished, only the blinking automatic indicator lights remained, and the surroundings were silent.

277 tries to reach out and touch the container wall.

The slender and white fingers lightly overlapped with the reflection on the transparent glass, and the pressing surface of the fingers formed a pale and smooth oval—she had no fingerprints.

The hard and cold touch of glass is so novel, it is not the same as water flow or needle tube.

277 suddenly had a hint of curiosity in his heart. He leaned forward on the glass and looked outside carefully. It turned out that there were so many different and unknown things outside.

a long time.

She withdrew her hand, and the glass was overwhelmed under her strength, making a small creaking sound, and it was about to crack.

From that day on, 277 began to wait for the night.

She noticed many details that she hadn't seen before, and had many fleeting thoughts that she hadn't seen before. Her extraordinary hearing and vision allowed her to get the information she wanted in an instant.

She knew the daily turnover and movement rules of this laboratory, she knew what happened in other laboratories and factories revealed from a few words, and she knew the structural map of the entire mechanical cycle.

also know-

Tonight, someone is about to act.

He was among the group of scholars, joking and chatting with the people next to him, while moving the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, and at a certain moment, it exploded instantly.

A thunderous bang shook the entire building, and the flames swept through everything. The glass containers exploded immediately, and the fragments flew all over the place.

At the same time, the actor has taken out the required container and left quickly.

277 stood up from the ground and looked around.

The flames rushed towards her face, and the scorching heat made the ends of her hair slightly bend, an experience she had never felt before, sharp pains from all over the body, almost suffocating burning when breathing, tremors all over her body, and the feeling of being beaten. The heartbeat of the drum.

She took two steps forward slowly, her whole body was wet, her long hair stuck to her white and slender waist.

Then he looked down at his hands, mobilized the ether to dry his whole body, and then squatted down to take off the clothes and breastplate of one of the corpses.

"Boom!" The corpse was thrown into the fire, and with her help, it turned into charcoal almost instantly.

She lay down, staring at the collapsing ceiling, then quietly turned on her side, curled up on the floor, and muttered to herself.

one.

two.

three.

"boom!"

Armed men broke in.

...

The night wind blew past 277's ears, carrying a strong icy moisture.

There is a lot of bloody smell in the air, but for ordinary people, they can only smell the smell of mud after the rain and other messy smells.

She shuttled through this huge city, vigilantly avoiding strangers she might meet like a cat, and her spacious white coat was whistling by the wind.

But in this quiet and noisy street, she couldn't help feeling confused, and at the same time, her body temperature seemed to be rising rapidly.

The glimpse of lights on the dark street made her stop suddenly.

"Well……"

277 jumped off the roof, shook his body, and his vision began to blur.

She felt that she suddenly saw a large bloodstain on her chest.

Her body still needs to be injected with vitamins to keep it stable. Although it is feasible to adjust and adapt on its own, it will take time...

Before 277 finished thinking, his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

...

It was rare for Lin Jie to wake up in the middle of the night because of the interruption of the dream.

He sat on the bed and looked at the long sword on the table next to him.

"Candela..."

Lin Jie rubbed his forehead, turned over and stood up, the dream in his mind was vivid and his memory was very clear.

It would be fine if the memory of the dungeon is very clear, but when he held the sword stuck in Candela's chest, the life of Candela that he substituted in just a moment was also fully revealed.

When he looked at the sword, he felt a familiar feeling as if it had been tempered thousands of times.

Lin Jie sighed: "I must be still awake, go wash your face."

After he went into the bathroom and washed his face, he suddenly found that the rain outside seemed to have stopped, but something seemed to have happened. There were bursts of fire outside the window, and various lively sounds came from far away.

Lin Jie had had enough of the bad weather this month, so he hurried downstairs and opened the door with a hint of surprise.

The fresh air after the rain blows towards the face, with a hint of coolness, washing people's senses.

Sure enough, the rain stopped.

Only the edges of the street are still sloshing with water.

Lin Jie took a deep breath, feeling refreshed and uplifted.

As far as the eye could see, it seemed to be a fire in the distance, billowing thick smoke rose into the sky, tall buildings collapsed, and the ground trembled slightly.

"what?"

He was about to go out to take a look at the situation, when he suddenly noticed the figure lying on the ground not far away, and the blood stains on the white clothes.