I’m A Paranoid Villain Harvester

You Belong To Me 03 (Part 3)

The crazy and perverted eyes of those people settled on this test tube, and their laughter echoed in the enclosed space.

From this moment on, Duan Min was destined to be unfortunate.

He grew into a baby, wearing a breathing mask, and was soaked in various potions.

He became a child, when his peers could run and jump, play with toys, and act like a baby to their parents, he was imprisoned on the operating table, surrounded by instruments, and people who used him as an experiment.

His genes are complex and changeable, and various unknown potions and viruses are injected into his body to change his physique.

The strange pathology made him miserable. He struggled, roared, wailed, and convulsed all over, with red eyes, like a crawling monster.

Those people watched him collapse and suffer with cold eyes. They recorded data and judged whether he could survive. Several times when they all believed that he was going to be a failure, but he miraculously survived time and time again.

Then came the experiment again and again.

Finally, the blood of the zombie king was injected into his body.

……

Everyone has a different past, and Duan Min’s past is like a monster, lingering and panting alive, he is only treated as a purposeful experiment.

Obviously he has thoughts and perceptions, and will be uncomfortable and painful.

After You Xu finished watching, she was silent for a long time.

She is cold all over, and every drop of blood from head to toe freezes.

The world is always like this. When the sun rises, the place where the sun shines always looks bright on the surface, like a thick layer of snow covering the gloom on the other side.

There is a sunny side, which always makes people forget that there is still a shadow on the back.

It is unbelievable and unbearable. If it was her, who was in Duan Min’s position, perhaps she will not only manipulate those people to commit suicide, but she may even do more outrageous things.

She will make the lives of those people worse than death, and avenge the pain that she has endured thousands of times.

Because of those experiences, Duan Min would hate people, and killing all the people around is also a cause and effect.

Duan Min should be like this, but just now, when he got sick and pinched her neck, his arm muscles were tight, but he didn’t exert too much force on her, just like a warning, warning her not to come closer.

You Xu ran to the bathroom and raised her neck in the mirror to take a look. As expected, there were only some faint red marks.

After a pause, she held the sink with both hands, lowered her head slightly, and sniffed gently. Her mood was a little complicated, and there was a kind of sour sympathy in her.

If she was just holding the mentality of playing and watching at the beginning, she was already involved in it at this time, and so it was difficult to hold the feeling of being free.

No matter what the purpose is, she wants to treat Duan Min better.

It’s like seeing a puppy that was severely beaten and discarded on the side of the road, and there was an uncontrollable sympathy.

She kind of wanted to raise this dog more sincerely.

You Xu let out a long sigh, washed her face with cold water, and then went to the kitchen again.

She took out the strawberry jam she made a few days ago, and also took out ingredients like yogurt, skimmed milk powder, white vinegar and eggs.

Add water, stir and boil, turn off the heat and cool until slightly solidified, put it into a small glass cup, pour a thick layer of strawberry jam on the milky white curd, and sprinkle some chopped strawberries.

She deliberately put a slice of lemon on the edge of the cup as a decoration, picked up the glass with a small porcelain plate, and walked out of the kitchen.

When she passed the living room, she took a pen and a post-it note from the coffee table, drew on it twice, put down the pen, and then glued the post-it to the porcelain plate, picked it up and looked at it, satisfied.

With this plate of dessert, You Xu only rang the doorbell of Duan Min’s house twice, put the things on the high stool by the door, and returned to her room.

After a while, the dark door opened a gap, and a cold, thin hand stretched out and took the small dessert.