clown game

Chapter 315 About Her File
She let the knife cut herself open, and the slightly convulsed muscles told Chen Xiao that she could feel the pain.However, there was no expression on her face, she was still lazy and indifferent, as if this level of pain couldn't stimulate her nerves at all.

Yes, she doesn't care anymore, just like years of exposure to the sun will make people naturally resist the scorching sun, those fishermen will inevitably adapt to the salty sea water, porters will not care about calluses on their hands, and workers will automatically ignore the roar of the machine .

People always have to adapt to the environment, whether they want to or not.

Therefore, the nurse naturally didn't care about the small wound. It was just a knife wound. For her who had experienced those, she could simply ignore it.

Soon, the miserable wound healed, so fast that she didn't even shed a few drops of blood. In fact, even if her head was cut off, she would still be alive. She would always be alive, no matter how she was destroyed. Still breathing, thinking, suffering, feeling everything. Even if my body has been cut into pieces, crushed, burned, still alive and restored at the moment of contact
She's been through it all,
Many times.

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unusual item
A-029
Containment Procedures: A-029 (hereinafter referred to as: Target) must be isolated in a completely enclosed room no smaller than 40m x 40m.Since the target itself does not have any offensive capabilities, there is no need to set up special monitoring equipment.

During the non-experimental period, the target will be permanently imprisoned on a deformable metal bed. Although the target does not need any food or water, it still requires a normal amount of energy intake.

The target's eyes should be shielded unless otherwise required, and no sound should be made.The metal bed adopts joint suppression, trying to prevent all struggles, restlessness, and behaviors that can show its pain.

The 4 guards are required to monitor the entrance and exit of the containment area in rotation 24 hours a day, and prohibit any personnel with weapons and reinforcement personnel from approaching the area.Most of the experiments require fully mechanized operations, and the volunteers who come into contact with them are required to undergo level 2 amnestics, and the relevant personnel must be injected with "emotional suppression drugs" on a regular basis.

(We're not looking out for her escaping, but for those who pity her—————— ███ MP.)
Description: A-029 is a 21-year-old female human of ██ descent.It was first discovered in a large medical unit in Seattle, because it survived a huge medical accident, which caused the detection of abnormal satellites, and was contained by the Foundation 4 hours later.

The initial specificity of the target is manifested as an extremely fast self-healing ability, and in future long-term experiments, the following relative specificities are shown.

1: Nearly unlimited regeneration and survivability.Survive the removal of any limb, organ, tissue, and continuously regenerate and sustain life in any environment, including incineration, radiation, extreme low temperature, vacuum, acid corrosion, █████, etc.

2: The ability of consciousness to exist apart from the physical body. (See Appendix-1 for details)

3: The ability to repair all physical damage within a certain range around.According to experiments, within a radius of 10 meters with the target as a dot, any form of injury can be healed quickly under incomprehensible circumstances, and those with missing limbs can quickly regenerate at a speed determined by the severity of the injury, but lose signs of life cannot be affected by this type.

Supplement: The damage done to the target's own body seems to speed up its healing ability, and this effect can also affect other life forms within a certain range. ██████'s proposal was submitted to the council
Proposal passed. )
4: "Can't Die" (TBD)

Appendix 1:

"Is she still screaming?"

"Yes, sedatives have been ineffective since opening the mouth until now."

"Of course it doesn't work. No medicine can affect her."

"What should I do?"

"Wait a little longer, give her some time. Continue to observe, and call me when she calms down."

"...But her voice is too"

"Are you sympathizing with her?"

"No! Of course not!"

"...Perhaps you need to increase the effect of the "Emotional Depressant", or you should request a psychiatric evaluation."

"Ok!"

hours later.

"Miss A-029"

"...No, please, no more."

"Please calm down your emotions, otherwise it will be difficult to proceed with the questioning."

"No woo woo woo, I don't want to ask questions, I don't want to be like this anymore, please let me go, or let me die, so that I can no longer feel these me, I really can't stand it."

"We tried, but there was nothing we could do."

"No--no--please, you can't do this to me! (crying)"

"You are dedicating to the whole world. Your ability has reduced our combatant losses by 4% in half a year. In other words, you are saving nearly a thousand lives and huge property losses every minute. You are a hero."

"I don't want to be a hero. It's too painful. I can't bear it for a minute. If I am a hero, I should be respected, not tortured."

"The mental state is normal, and you can ask questions."

"What? You were not listening to me just now, but you were just evaluating? (violent shaking and crying) You have no humanity!! You are demons!"

"Okay, please calm down. In this way... if you cooperate with us, I will promise you a 3-day rest period."

"A rest period?"

"Yes, you can break free and have the best food, bed, material life, you can shower, rest, and all you want."

"No, I just want to get out of here."

"It's three days of maximum concessions! There's no room for anything."

".(Silence, then weeping) Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh, y'all deserve hell!"

"your decision?"

"Three days, no more cuts? Can I sleep? Or eat something?"

"can!"

".Okay, I...I cooperate with you! (Crying louder)"

After 15 minutes, the subject calms down.

"Can you tell me how you've been feeling for the past two months?"

"Two months?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot it's been a long time since you were told the time, which is when you were pushed into the incinerator until now."

"...God, why are you doing this to me?"

"Please cooperate. A three-day rest period"

"Well I need to think

Then, burn!Burning, I could feel myself burning, pain, skin and flesh, and crackling popping, coming from my body.Woohoo, oh my god. "

"Very well, keep your emotions and continue."

"Then, for a long time, I melted and became soft, and then the cold, pain that went straight to the marrow, and I could feel it, helpless, lost. I was deaf, blind, and couldn't touch anything. But I still have consciousness, as if those melted nerves are still connected somewhere to stimulate me, even more sensitive than before. It's so sharp, scratching, gouging, and can't breathe at the same time, But I still can’t die, I feel clearly, anxious, painful, want to cry, want to struggle, but can’t move because I have nothing but to bear!! Woooo—I don’t know what to say.”

"Very well, don't worry about it, please continue."

"After that, I could feel that I was scattered into countless small me, and I was placed. I could clearly feel the wind blowing through each of them. I was rotten, and some flies got into each of them. One of me, from the scorched surface, laying eggs, maggots, crawling, I was eaten, then decomposed, turned into a fermented miasma and scattered, every thread, every inch, I began to float, even the tiniest Nerves were indistinguishable. Then the pain changed—from the searing anguish tearing apart of human language—into something too horrible to articulate: a terrible, maddening feeling between every part of me. The sense of extension. Humans are always going to be numb to chronic pain, aren't they? But every minute, every second that passes—it just gets more painful with time."

"Please continue!"

"Do you have faith?"

"What? Are you asking me?. Sorry, I can't answer you!"

"Well, maybe you imagine hell, karma, punishment, etc., and fear that you'll die one day, and you'll go to hell. But, if you're like me, you'll beg for a torturer like that, It's actually a relief to have memories of past behavior, you can scream, struggle with pain, or complain, get it? But, I only have
absolute

thoroughly

alone
All emotions will wither into ashes.

Overwhelmed by endless pain. "

"That's all right you. You've done very well."

"That's right. Then your promise, three days of rest."

"Sorry, that was just a lie"

"what!!!"

"sorry!"

"You can't. Liars!!! (crying)"

"Guard, take him back to the containment room!! Also, give me an "Emotional Suppression Potion"!! Quick!!
sorry! "

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(The more desperate .scp-2718, you can feel it when you have time.)
(End of this chapter)