MTL - After the Global Evolution, I Stand at the Top of the Food Chain-Chapter 72 072

72/Seven Streams

Lu Yan had a nightmare, but unfortunately he didn't remember the dream, he opened his eyes, and in front of him was Director Hu with a cut face.

"Little Lu, how are you responding? Tired of doing surgery recently?" Director Hu said, "Why did you fall asleep leaning against the wall?"

Lu Yan had a splitting headache and felt dizzy. It's like staying up for a long time, and it's like a hangover.

Director Hu's expression was melancholy: "I'll have the surgery right now, so hurry up and change your clothes. After all, I've signed the confidentiality agreement, so I can't go back, right?"

Nondisclosure agreement?

Lu Yan  took the test for a while, then thought about it.

Half an hour ago, he came to be on vacation at home. Was urgently called to the hospital to work overtime. It is said that there is a special operation to be done.

Lu Yan has always been devoted to his job. He nodded and walked to the surgery preparation room. He was about to put a glove on himself when he was forced to put it down by a tingling sensation in his arms.

He raised his sleeves.

Both arms had deep stab wounds, some new and some old.

In fact, a lot of information can be drawn from the wound and wound. For example, the piercing style of the murder weapon, the segment, the physical data of the perpetrator, and so on.

Lu Yan looked at it for a moment and determined that these wounds were all drawn by himself.

He counted and found 23 left arms in total. There is a series of numbers on the right next door.

Lu Yan admitted that he did have a history of mental illness.  Never self-harm.

So the string of numbers on the right must have some kind of message.

Usually digital encryption is to convert English letters into numbers through hexadecimal, usually using ascii code table, and other methods are not excluded.

Lu Yan translated this string of numbers: wslyzddn.

"‌It's Lu Yan...Is it ‌?"

Lu Yan's expression became a little dazed.

However, he didn't have a long time for the exam, and the director said that the exam was about to start.

He walked into the operating room and looked around, but there was no anesthesiologist in sight, and both Dr. Li and Director Hu had panicked expressions.

All the personnel were in place, and half a minute later, the door of the operating room opened wide, and a circular metal cabin was pushed in.

The hatch was opened, and he was wearing protective clothing to help lift the person inside onto the operating table.

Lu Yan glanced at the patient's face as usual, and in the next second, he was so shocked that he almost couldn't hold the scalpel.

This patient looks a lot like him.

‌It looks better.

Because the facial features are too perfect, it is even a bit like artificial synthesis ‌cg modeling.

The patient's eyes were tightly closed, and there was a peaceful smile on his face.

He looked like he was dead.

Director Hu couldn't help but marvel: "Cow, with Xiao Lu's level of looks, the whole world can actually find a second one. If other nurses in the hospital see it, they won't be mad."

With that, the director cut open the patient's stomach.

Under the belly, pitch-black touchscreens appeared, and the touchscreens were full of eyes, with blue whites and black pupils.

The touch kept squirming, like a living thing, which is about to come.

Holding the scalpel, Lu Yan felt inexplicably frightened: "Director, are you doing surgery?"

Director Hu was stunned: "Yeah, are you doing surgery?"

Li Yi also said blankly, "No way, it seems to be a surgical excision of the lesion?"

Lu Yan didn't move, and when he saw Director Hu and Doctor Li, they both had happy and pious smiles on their faces.

They gouged out the patient's eyes, with beautiful silver pupils in the eyeballs, with a sarcastic smile.

His limbs were cut off, and thin white lines grew out of the fractures. The severed limbs rolled off the operating table and fell to the ground, turning into dry bones in the blink of an eye.

His golden heart was dissected out, and the heart wobbled like a huge tumor, which never stopped beating even when he died.

He removed his tongue, which grew rows of sharp teeth.

Goug out his ears, so that he can no longer hear the whispers of all things in the world.

After cutting his throat, bright red blood spurted out, splashing on Lu Yan's face.

In the end, only the brain remained in his body.

brain…?

Lu Yan was dazed, as if a thunderstorm flashed through his mind.

zddn, "find the brain".

Lu Yan trembled, he raised his scalpel and stabbed deeply between his eyebrows.

Bai Huahua's brain was mixed with blood and overflowed.

The patient who was almost cut into a human body slowly sat up on the operating table.

His abdominal cavity was still cut open, the inside was sticky to the touch, wrapped around Lu Yan's limbs, and pulled Lu Yan into his arms.

Yes, bowing his head, a **** face kept approaching, enough to break anyone's heart.

If it weren't for the faceless face, this move would be like asking for a kiss.

This face finally stayed in the air, and was very close, but did not touch Lu Yan.

Lu Yan started to cry uncontrollably, big drops of tears overflowed, and the uncontrollable sadness almost tore him apart.

There was a whisper in his ear, and Lu Yan could sense that his consciousness was dissipating.

There is nothing he can do to stop this.

At the last moment before death, Lu Yan suddenly understood the meaning of the words—

"That's wrong, brother."

Lu Yan opened his eyes and suddenly sat up on the bed.

"Xiaoyan, did you have a nightmare?"

As she spoke, the woman slowly turned on the light.

Lu Yan looked at the woman in front of him, with a gentle smile on his face, and his eyes were full of tenderness and love.

It's mom.

Lu Yan let out a "hmm" in his nose, and then frowned in confusion.

Why do you always feel like it's not your own voice?

Mom touched his head: "Don't be afraid. You just woke up. Dad said he found a way to cure you, and let us go to the hospital."

Lu Yan tilted his head and took the test for a while.

He appears to have amnesia. Every morning, I forget about the feelings of yesterday.

No wonder, his brain was empty, he couldn't remember anything, and his body was still in pain.

Mom patted him on the back: "Go and change clothes, Xiaoyan."

Lu Yan walked into the guard room, he was wearing a white shirt, and he was already stained red with blood.

Lu Yan finally realized that, why would he feel disobedient.

He remembered that he was five years old this year, but the person in the mirror had the appearance of a young man.

A child's soul is trapped in an adult's body.

Lu Yan took off his shirt and found himself with knife marks all over his body. Some are new, some are old.

He looked at his left palm with some doubts.

There's an empty space there. Leaving a hole, as if something had been dug out by force.

Xiao Lu Yan counted the stab wounds on his body in front of the mirror, a total of 106.

And on his right arm, a series of strange numbers were engraved.

Xiao Lu Yan looked at it for a while, and felt that this string of numbers was probably very important, but he couldn't understand it.

His mother took him and led Lu Yan to the hospital.

His home is not far from the hospital, and the streets seem to have been baptized by the fire of war, and there are ruins everywhere.

There are many broken bodies on the ground. Lu Yan glanced at it with his eyes, and put these remnants together in his mind.

Eight snake heads and eight snake tails.

The sky was extremely gloomy, shrouded in dark clouds, and there was not a single living person in sight. ‌The sun is about to go down.

His mother was wearing a snow-white skirt and led him to the hospital.

A high-rise building in the distance shot at my mother.

Lu Yan didn't look back, he could feel inexplicably, the person who fired the gun seemed to have dog-like ears and tail.

Mom turned around, looked at the tall building, and let out a sneer: "Go to hell, dead dog."

[Talent 11-Prophecy]

So the dog really died. Quietly, like the little mermaid, it was lit by the sun and scattered into a group of bubbles.

It's just that the process of his death was more bloody, and it was directly broken into a mass of meat sauce.

After saying this, my mother spit out big mouthfuls of black blood.

Lu Yan felt inexplicably scared.

Mom comforted: "Don't be afraid, they are all bad people."

Lu Yan nodded.

Soon, they were in the hospital. Mom went to register.

A strip of green seaweed disguised in a potted plant carefully tugged at Lu Yan's clothes.

"Children, do you want to learn software programming? The employment prospects of programmers are very good. As long as you work 20 hours a day like you do, you will soon be able to buy a house..." Green Seaweed said tremblingly, "Look, in his twenties, he's still so young."

Saying that, Zao Ren handed over a piece of paper.

Lu Yan looked down and couldn't understand. The title of this piece of paper was: ascii code table.

Xiao Lu Yan said, "Thank you, uncle."

Zao Ren replied with a wry smile, "You're welcome, if you have enough time, I also want to dance a seaweed dance for you. Forget it now."

After that, this green seaweed withered quickly.

There are not many people coming to the hospital today, and my mother will be back soon.

She still had a smile on her face: "Xiaoyan, do you want to take it up?"

Xiao Lu Yan subconsciously lied: "The remedial class is a leaflet."

"Is that kind of chicken remedial class?" Mom frowned, "Xiaoyan doesn't need to study so much, just grow up happily by her mother's side. When you get cured, you can go anywhere you want."

Lu Yan looked blank for a moment, then nodded: "Then go and throw it away."

"Go, Mommy is waiting for you."

Lu Yan walked to the trash can. There wasn't much content on this sheet. He only had to look at it and write it down.

Looking at the words like this, the number on the arm seems to have the answer.

wslyzddn.

‌Is it Lu Yan? and then?

‌The operating room is on the top floor.

There is no elevator in the hospital, so his mother led him and climbed up layer by layer.

This staircase turned back in a "zigzag" shape. Every time, Lu Yan had to go through the entire floor before going upstairs.

There are no patients in the hospital, but strangely dead bodies can be seen everywhere.

The most terrifying thing is that these corpses all have the same face.

Same face as him.

As if she could not see these corpses, her mother still had a peaceful and peaceful smile on her face.

Xiao Lu Yan said, "Mom, I'm afraid... I don't want to do surgery anymore."

"Are you afraid?" Mom looked puzzled, "Dad won't hurt you."

Saying that, she couldn't help but pull Lu Yan forward.

My mother was very strong, but Lu Yangen couldn't break free.

Her pace became quicker, almost for a moment. I came to the top floor of the hospital.

Dad is wearing a surgical gown and has been waiting here for a long time.

There was a young man standing beside him.

"This is Xiao Shen to help," his father also had a smile on his face, "it's not easy to cure you. Fortunately, Xiao Shen is willing to be your container, as long as the two of you are integrated, Then you don't have to worry about memory loss anymore. Thank you, uncle."

Lu Yan looked at him. Yes, he has a pair of dark blue eyes, but there is no eyeball in the other eye, and a disgusting little touch protrudes from the socket of the eye.

Xiao Lu Yan said, "Thank you, uncle."

Shen Qingyang just smiled lightly, but did not speak.

Lu Yan **** and lie on the operating table. Above his head, the light was so intense that his eyes stinged.

Dad smiled and raised his scalpel, stabbed it hard into his heart.

However, the knife did not fall.

A black tactile cord wrapped around Dad's wrist.

Shen Qingyang hugged her father behind her back.

All of his limbs degenerated into dark streaks.

A few other touches entangled my mother on one side.  The scalpel was taken into Lu Yan's arms by him.

Shen Qingyang yelled at him, "Lu Yan, run!"

Mom and Dad's expressions changed to become extraordinarily crazy. Their bodies swelled up like a bloated balloon.

Lu Yan looked blank, but obediently grabbed the scalpel and ran out.

At this moment, the emotion that fills his heart is not fear, but sadness.

He shed tears.

Behind her, her mother roared, "Let's go!"

Shen Qingyang was pitch-black, and his roots were broken, spilling a patch of blue blood.

Lu Yan stumbled and ran out. But at a loss, he didn't know where he was going.

In the operating room, a dark fog spread out.

It's getting dark outside.