Space hoarding mutated wood system

Chapter 39 Nightmares again and again
Mother Shen was facing the door, and she noticed Shen Baishi as soon as he appeared.

"Professor Shen, the water has just boiled. When it cools down, ask the child's father to bring it to you."

"it is good."

Shen Baishi hesitated for a few seconds and added, "Thank you for your hard work."

These three words have always been said to him by others before. This is the first time he said it to others. It feels a bit strange, but not annoying.

Mother Shen was stunned until the sound of closing the door was heard on the other side. She looked in disbelief and said to her husband uncertainly: "Did you hear it? Professor Shen told me thank you for your hard work."

"heard it."

When Father Mu saw Mother Shen smiling, he couldn't help but reach out and pull her into his arms.

"You! You are still so easily satisfied."

Mother Shen's voice came out vaguely from Father Mu's arms, "Professor Shen is your savior. He left after performing the surgery on you. Otherwise, we should have paid a visit long ago.

You know me, I have a clear conscience in doing things all my life, and this is the only thing missing. I never thought I would have a chance to repay my kindness. "

Shen Bing stood outside the kitchen, looking at the warm scene in the kitchen. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and returned to the room quietly without disturbing the people inside.

at night.

She had a long dream.

She dreamed that her hands and feet were tied, and a group of people in white coats surrounded her, pointing and pointing. The leader was an old man with a gray beard.

inside the room.

The blinding whiteness of everything made her eyelids grow heavier.

She steeled herself and looked down at her body, her expression becoming increasingly ugly. No part of his body was intact, there were stitching marks everywhere, and there was a long gash on his chest that was bleeding continuously.

Her blood.

It's actually light dark red.

It is different from the deep red of zombies, and also different from the bright red of survivors.

No.

who is it?

Who tied her up?

Yes, it's them, these people in white coats around them.

Apart from her own body, Shen Bing couldn't see the ugly faces of anyone around her, no matter how hard she tried. This feeling plunged her into endless despair, and her consciousness gradually disappeared and became silent.

Inside the villa.

Shen Bing, who was lying on the bed, broke out in cold sweat and wet her pajamas. Her closed eyes swayed uneasily.

She clenched her hands hard, opened her eyes suddenly, and sat up from the bed.

The suffocating feeling made her gasp for breath, like a fish on the verge of death.

Everything that was familiar yet unfamiliar to Zhou Zhou gradually calmed down her frantic heart.

She stretched out her hand to wipe the sweat from her cheeks, and her dark, sharp eyes were fixed on the dim sky outside the window.

Rebirth and return.

A few days ago, she would dream at night of being pushed into a group of zombies.

In recent days, it has become even more outrageous. I dream every night that I am tied up and become a white mouse, an experimental subject.

A group of people in white coats kept using knives on her body.

The scenes were so real that she couldn't tell whether they were reality or fantasy.

Changed clothes.

Shen Bing left the bedroom. The villa was very quiet, and her parents hadn't gotten up yet.

She didn't disturb anyone. She sat on the stone bench, the refreshing and cool wind blowing on her body, making people squint their eyes comfortably.

Time slipped away silently.

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on her face through the thick clouds, it dispelled the slight chill of the night, and she slowly opened her eyes.

He stood up, shook his body that was a little stiff from sitting for a long time, hung the sachet on his waist, and disappeared to the end of the grass.

She picked a lot of vegetables yesterday, but there was no suitable reason to take them out, so she could only go back and forth a few times a day.

My father is okay with eating meat, but my mother prefers vegetarian food.

Shoot the cucumber.

Can't do without cucumbers.

After arriving at the vegetable field, an unexpected scene made her happy.

(End of this chapter)