The system is four years ahead of schedule, but Weird is still a cub.

When Wang Han saw the little boy's reaction, he thought he would run out of the room directly, but he didn't expect that he would choose to hide under the table next to him.

"..."

Isn't this a bit like trying to cover up one's own faults?
But Wang Han changed his mind and thought that the reason why the little boy behaved so strangely must be that he had mental problems, otherwise he would not talk to the air, so it would not be strange for him to do such a thing.

"Where is the boy?" At this time, Ma Chao and a group of doctors rushed over. Seeing Wang Han standing at the door of the specimen room, they asked him where the little boy had gone.

Wang Han pointed under the table where the human body models were placed. Several people looked in the direction he pointed and saw the little boy huddled in the corner.

Ma Chao raised his hand to signal his companions not to scare the little boy, then he walked into the room cautiously and stood beside the table.

Several companions followed in and stood around the table.

"What's going on? Is there something wrong with your mind?"

"Could it be a problem with Compound No. 3?"

"I think it's sample number 2. It contains hallucinogenic ingredients."

"Don't alert the enemy, just observe first."

"..."

Although they did not disturb the little boy, they gathered around the table and secretly observed him, trying to find out the cause of his problem.

"He seems unable to see us?" Someone noticed the problem.

A doctor cautiously stretched out his hand and slowly waved it in front of the little boy's eyes, wanting to see how he would react.

The little boy's face suddenly changed, and then he struggled violently, as if he felt his arms, shoulders, body, and feet were being grabbed at the same time. He was so scared that he struggled hard and even opened his mouth to bite those hands.

But in fact, apart from the doctor waving his hand in front of him, no one touched him, so he "broke free" easily.

After the little boy "broke free", he crawled towards the door. Ma Chao quickly asked people to follow him, as they must not let the little boy get lost.

Wang Han followed the little boy upstairs first. When he was about to reach the top floor, he met Dr. Chen coming down from the stairs. The little boy was horrified when he saw Dr. Chen and shouted, "Dean, how is this possible? How could she be here?"

Dean?

Wang Han turned around and glanced at Doctor Chen, thinking that this was not the dean. Doctor Chen also noticed the situation here, looked at Wang Han and asked, "What's going on?"

Wang Han simply told Dean Chen what happened. At this time, the little boy had already run into the men's restroom next door, screaming, "No time to explain. Run quickly. If you are caught by the dean, it will not be as simple as eating centipedes and scorpions!"

"?"

Doctor Chen and Wang Han looked at each other, wondering when the dean developed this hobby.

"Go and bring him out. He is an important patient. Don't let him get hurt." Doctor Chen looked at Wang Han and said.

"Okay, I got it." Wang Han nodded and quickly chased the little boy into the bathroom, trying to bring Di out.

As a result, after searching several cubicles, there was no trace of the little boy. Just as Wang Han was wondering where he would be hiding, he heard a noise coming from under the sink.

The little boy squatted in the corner under the sink, his face pale. He pointed at a mirror thrown in the corner opposite him and said in horror: "San, Sanzi, you, you..."

He seemed to be very afraid of himself in the mirror, sometimes he was terrified, sometimes his expression was ferocious.

"Remember those holes I took you through, right? Find a way to go back, and remember, don't mention what happened tonight to anyone."

"What about you?"

"Don't worry about me. I'm used to eating bugs. I miss them after not eating them for a long time."

"I can go up and pull you up later." The little boy pointed to an abandoned cardboard box on the other side of the corner and said anxiously.

"Leave me alone, I know how to run."

"and many more!"

At this time, with a burst of hurried footsteps, Ma Chao and his team caught up and squeezed in the doorway to ask Wang Han: "Where are the people?"

Before he could finish his words, he saw the little boy quickly crawl into the cardboard box and kept crawling forward as if he was climbing a pipe.

At this time, Doctor Chen, who was standing outside, said, "Based on his condition, it should be the effect of Sample 2. So, excluding the possibility of 'mental disorder' and 'split personality', which have been erased by Sample 2, he should have received 'memories' that do not belong to him, and thus saw scenes that we cannot see... So far, the first phase of the experiment has been successful."

?

Wang Han was just a "security captain" and the knowledge stored in his head obviously could not support him to understand what Dr. Chen said.

But he still wanted to ask, what was the difference between this little boy's behavior and "mental disorder"?
Wang Han didn't understand what Doctor Chen said, and he didn't understand even more what Doctor Chen said next. Fortunately, after these people saw the little boy lying motionless in the cardboard box, they asked Wang Han to push the cardboard out. When everyone looked, they saw that the boy was breathing evenly in the cardboard box and was sleeping soundly.

Everyone sent the little boy to the operating room for examination. Wang Han waited in the lounge until the early morning before receiving a notice to return to the ward to guard it.

After that day, the boy's condition became worse and worse. Not only did he talk to the air more and more frequently, but even his daily life became like a sitcom.

For example, when Wang Han brought him food as usual, the little boy would point at the noodles and say they were earthworms, point at the white rice and say they were maggots, and point at... In his eyes, normal food had all turned into worms, and he would often "go on a hunger strike".

But the mission was to ensure the little boy's nutrition and naturally he could not be starved to death. Wang Han had no choice but to cooperate with the doctors and nurses to force-feed the little boy.

A group of people were crammed into a ward of less than ten square meters, making the already crowded ward feel suffocating and oppressive.

The little boy was pressed against the cold wall on a hard wooden bed, and a doctor pried his mouth open with a pair of pliers similar to those used by dentists to pry open a patient's mouth.

The man in a white coat and thick leather gloves forced some food and the nutrient solution needed by the body into the little boy's mouth.

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh."

The little boy struggled violently, but was fed even more fiercely, and the man in the white coat pried open his jaw and forced him to chew the food and swallow it.

Although Wang Han felt sorry for the little boy, he was only a security captain and couldn't do anything even if he wanted to help.

Two months passed like this, and the boy's condition became worse and worse. He became more and more weak and frail.

His once healthy body became skin and bones, his face was sunken, his eyes were hollow, and he looked more and more like his hideous "air friend".

Wang Han didn't understand this, as the boy wasn't restricted by the food he ate, and they even prepared a variety of nutrient solutions to deal with his "hunger strike" problem. Logically, he shouldn't be in his current state.

Wang Han occasionally heard words like "sample", "drug zero", "antibody" and so on from the conversations between Ma Chao and others, but with his level of knowledge, he naturally could not understand these words.

That day, he brought food to the little boy as usual. After opening the door and pushing the cart in, he saw the little boy sitting on the hospital bed with his legs hugged and his head buried in his knees.

"Eat something, white porridge, corn, fish soup. If you continue to go on a hunger strike with your body in this condition, I'm afraid you'll die." Wang Han whispered in front of the cart.

He thought the little boy would scream hysterically as usual, then kick the cart over and hide under the bed.

To be honest, although he was only the boy's full-time caretaker, he couldn't bear to see the boy suffer for such a long time. At this moment, the boy slowly raised his head, and Wang Han noticed that although the boy still had the same skinny face, his eyes were completely different.

That didn't seem to be the look a child should have. It was more like the sharp look in movies and novels, like a falcon that had been baptized by the battlefield.

"Are you okay?" Wang Han asked subconsciously.

The little boy glanced at him and said calmly, "Put your things down and get out."

The tone was not that of a child at all, but more like that of a battle-hardened commander giving orders to his subordinates.

"Has the condition worsened again?" Wang Han muttered, but as long as the other party didn't kick the food cart again, he had nothing to say. He put the things down and walked out.

Wang Han was still a little worried, so he hid behind the door and looked inside through a gap in the observation window. He saw the little boy brought the food to the bedside and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

"Huh." Wang Han breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the little boy eating.

At night, Wang Han stood guard outside the ward as usual.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a knocking noise in the room.

Wang Han stood up, opened the observation window and looked inside. The emergency light in the ward was on. The little boy jumped off the bed, lifted the thin bed sheet, retreated to the opposite corner, grabbed the spittoon on the ground and raised it above his head as a weapon, confronting the air.

"?"

Is this an illness again?

Wang Han frowned when he saw this. He thought that since he saw the little boy eating on his own initiative in the afternoon, or because of the "Clean Plate Campaign", he thought that his condition had improved. He didn't expect that he had become a nocturnal species and was getting sick at night?

Boom!
The little boy slammed the spittoon onto the ground and sat on it carelessly, staring at the bottom of the bed. He said in a calm tone, "What's your hobby, buddy? Why do you like crawling under the bed? Why don't you come out and sit down and chat for a while? Let's talk about your life plans and future ideals?"

"Hey, can't you come out?"

"If you don't come out, I'm coming in!"

The little boy's sudden action made Wang Han stunned. At first he thought the other party was talking to him, but when he looked carefully, he found that he was facing under the bed.

"?"

Is the condition really getting worse?
However, what surprised Wang Han was that the child was also talking to the air, but this time he was no longer timid and cowardly as before, and behaved more like an adult.

Just as Wang Han was puzzled, he saw the little boy propping himself up on the bed, bending down and looking under the bed: "I'm here, what's going on?"

Wang Han shook his head helplessly upon seeing this. It could be seen that the little boy's condition not only did not improve, but was getting worse.

Just as he was about to close the observation window and leave, his eyes suddenly swept to the place where the little boy lifted the bed sheet, and there was a pale, wrinkled face, like that of an old man in his eighties or nineties.

"What the hell?" Wang Han rubbed his eyes subconsciously, and when he looked again, the face had disappeared, as if everything was just an illusion.

"Hi, do you want to come over?" The little boy smiled at the bottom of the bed.

This kind of environment, this kind of scene, coupled with the face that flashed by earlier, Wang Han suddenly felt a chill on his back.

As the little boy's caregiver, he was naturally responsible for night watch. However, due to the little boy's special condition, he could not stay in the ward, so he could only sleep on the bed in the corridor outside the door.

Triple the salary, this is the motivation for Wang Han to persevere.

But now, with only the dim corridor with emergency lights, the patients in the ward talking to the air, and the face that flashed by, Wang Han felt scared for the first time in more than half a year.

"call."

"call."

Hallucinations, they must be hallucinations.

I must be hallucinating because I was too tired these past two nights. I'll take a day off tomorrow and have a good rest. It's okay, it's okay.

At this moment, there was a "bang" sound in the room, which scared Wang Han so much that he was startled. Although he was a little scared, he still looked inside through the observation window.

In the ward, the little boy seemed to use the spittoon as a weapon and smashed it against the wall. He also cursed at the air unhappily: "Just shout if you want to. Why are you yelling so loudly? It's so noisy."

The little boy's tone was filled with disdain and impatience, as if the thing in front of him was not a terrifying thing, but garbage that he despised.

"Hey?"

"are you still there?"

"You're already here, why don't you leave without a few words?"

Boom!
At this time, there was another loud noise, but it was made by Wang Han at the door. He saw the ghost face flash under the bed again. What was even more terrifying was that the other party seemed to be able to see him and showed him a hideous smile.

It was this smile that frightened Wang Han so much that his legs went weak and he bumped into the door.

The little boy in the room was stunned for a moment, then looked towards the door, but he was not tall enough to look through the window, so he turned the spittoon upside down in front of the door and stood on it.

The little boy's eyes were glued to the inside of the observation window. When Wang Han stood up straight, he happened to meet those eyes. He was so frightened that his heart almost stopped.

The little boy just looked at him for a few seconds, then got down from the spittoon, went back to the bed and lay down, muttering something.

"Wang Han..."

"Ma Chao..."

"Zhang Hu..."

"Zhao Long..."

Wang Han vaguely heard his own name, but he was standing outside the door and couldn't hear what the little boy was saying. Curiosity got the better of him, so he opened the door carefully, wanting to take a closer look at the little boy.

"Hey, are you okay?" Wang Han raised his hand and turned on the light in the ward. The switch clicked, but the light did not come on.

In desperation, he turned on the patrol flashlight and shone it towards the little boy on the bed.

"Hey?"

"Are you ok?"

The little boy didn't respond. He was still mumbling some names, and then he seemed to be talking to himself saying something like "get out, break".

Wang Han wanted to get closer, but just as he approached the bed, a pair of pale, cold hands suddenly stretched out from under the bed and grabbed his ankles.

"Ah——" (End of this chapter)