Falling into the Abyss

After the first batch of antimatter was formed, Ethan's mission was temporarily over. Only 100 grams of antimatter is enough for the entire research team under Project Zero to conduct various antimatter-based researches for two or three months. Whether used in military, medical or space travel technology, the Earth Alliance will be the first star country to break through the bottleneck of mass production of antimatter. Excited researchers are convinced that once this news spreads, all hypocrites that advertise how superior freedom and democracy are, will be dumbfounded and trembling in fear.

Although it is not yet possible to release this good news to the public, I heard that President Abia is very satisfied with their results and allocated a large amount of research funds. Bruno "advanced" his moral value of 10 points in advance and sent a spacecraft to send him back to the forbidden city.

Ethan leaned tiredly in the cabin, but tried not to fall asleep. In the past few days, his dreams were chaotic and crowded. Sometimes he woke up as exhausted as if he had not slept. The most frightening thing was that he didn't know which dream he would enter. It's not just those ancient lost cities, the endless loneliness of the original sea, sometimes he even dreams of his home. It's just that his home has completely changed into another look.

In that kind of dream, he walked on the street leading to home in the high-end residential area. The sky was blue-gray, the whole street was destroyed, and no one could be seen. Weeds sprawled from the connected courtyards, raging on the originally straight and tidy road. There are uplifting cracks on the road. The house collapses more than half of the time. Both plants and ruins are covered with a layer of black ointment-like substance. When you look closely, you will find that the surface of those substances will sometimes burst out with strips of mold-like fines. The thread, as if it were alive. All plants contaminated with this kind of ointment are withering and rotten, giving off foul smells. The metal or cement of the cast house also swelled with a black substance like blisters, which was slightly twisted and deformed.

The smell of death spread in the air, and Ethan felt that he was part of this death. He wanted to turn around and escape every step he took, but he couldn't control his body.

The courtyard of his house was deserted like other courtyards. The daylily became a puddle of mud, and only some traces of the rhizomes could be seen. Those ointment-like substances covered the courtyard wall and courtyard door like moss. When you reach out to touch it, you will feel a strange numbness. The cobblestone path is now unclear, and the rotting plant leaves cover everything like a carpet. The concrete steps leading to the gate became very crisp for some reason, and scattered into a pile of rubble as soon as they stepped on it. There was thick rust on the door handle, which looked like the color of blood. He held his hand on it, and the biting cold flowed deep into his bones.

He was scared and didn't know what he would see behind the door.

On lucky nights, he would wake up here, but on other nights, he opened the door.

His home, which carries all the memories from his birth to the age of eighteen, is a place where he can return no matter how painful things happen, but now it has become a decadent appearance that can only appear in horror movies. The light yellow floral wallpaper that my mother had originally selected has now completely rotted and peeled off, leaving only a few crumpled flakes of the original color still hanging on the bare wall. The clean wooden floor also rotted, and the black ointment was everywhere, and it even slipped a bit when walking on it. The photo on the shoe cabinet in the hallway was shattered. He tremblingly picked up the photo from the debris and wiped off the oil stains on it, only to find that all the people in the photo had no facial features. He quickly threw away the photo in his hand like being burned, and stumbled into the living room and kitchen. Dishes, cups and saucers were scattered on the ground. The refrigerator was full of food with thick mold. The cotton in the sofa rushed out of the cracks, and it was covered with black spots that were not known to be bug eggs.

"Mom!" he shouted.

No one answered him.

The stairs to the second floor creaked and seemed to break at any moment. He leaned on the greasy handrail and cautiously went upstairs. The photos on the wall were all the same as the photos on the shoe cabinet, with thick black oil stains, but Ethan did not dare to wipe them clean to see what was underneath. In addition, the paper of some decorative paintings is too bad to see what the original paintings are.

At this moment, he heard the sound of the cello, which was the prologue of the BachCelloSuits he was most familiar with.

His footsteps paused for a moment, then quickly accelerated. He rushed to the second floor, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

The door of the master bedroom on the second floor was open, and in front of the big bay window, a figure was sitting on a chair with his back facing him, concentrating on playing the cello in his arms. The pale daylight shone on her brown hair with white hair entrained, and the tactful but for some reason the sad sound of the piano that had been precipitated seemed extraordinarily unnatural and weird against the gray and dirty background around her.

"Mom?" Ethan called again, but his voice was much lower. He was suddenly a little timid, as ashamed of knowing that he had disturbed his mother's practice when he was a child.

He felt inexplicably that he had caused this to happen here.

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and the figure stopped moving. For a moment, Ethan thought that the sound he had just heard was an illusion. He swallowed, walked slowly to the chair, and walked aside...

The corpse sitting in the wheelchair is obviously a corpse!

Ethan covered his mouth with his hand and suddenly found it difficult to breathe. The corpse was still wearing the red dress that his mother had liked most before, and the cello was leaning on her shriveled thigh. Her other calf was already lying on the ground, losing contact with the body.

"It's all your fault!!!" The familiar but full of hatred shouts exploded in his ears, Ethan turned around abruptly and saw his father's pale face. But on that face, where the eyes were originally, there were only two dark holes. His jaw began to sag, his mouth was so open that the corners of his mouth were torn apart, and a heart-piercing cry from his throat, "It's all your fault!!!"

After waking up from such a dream, Ethan never dared to sleep again. He gulped coffee, read books one after another, and watched movies one after another. He was so exhausted and in a trance that he almost touched the wrong contact point several times while assisting in the experiment.

So the suspension of the experiment was also out of consideration of his mental and physical condition. After all, he is currently the only one who can activate the Egg of Order God with two sets of gestures simultaneously without being polarized.

Probably because he was afraid that Ethan would die in another mission, that Dr. Bruno also sent an official application for protection of special personnel to the Forbidden City Committee in the form of top secret. That is to say, I hope that the Forbidden City will not send Ethan to any task that may endanger his personal safety, and at the same time protect his safety in the Forbidden City.

Ethan always felt that he was reaching his limit. But I don't know what the limit is, what will happen after it is reached. He missed Tanithel very much, and every time he woke up from a nightmare, he wished to feel Tanithel's bracelet on his shoulder, but every time his hope was shattered, he would feel even colder.

After being sent back to the Forbidden City, unexpectedly, he was not taken back to the Eastern District. He was completely panicked when he found out that he was being driven to the west.

"Hey! Where are you taking me!" Ethan called the guard leading the way.

The guard turned around and smiled at him profoundly, "The chief guard ordered you to be transferred to the Western District."

Ethan frowned. "Chief Guard? Schneider is back?"

"What are you talking about. How could Schneider come back?" The guard chuckled as if he heard the big joke. "Of course it is the new guard, Maxim Ivanovich. Siliev!"

Ethan had already guessed how soon this happened after Schneider was arrested, but after hearing it, he still felt that the world before him had suddenly dimmed.

The false peace and stability maintained by the delicate balance before the Forbidden City was completely broken.

Ethan was thrown into the dormitory of Alpha that looked very vicious. Unfortunately, this Alpha was Tito that Tai Feng had attached to before.

When Ethan saw Tito's violent, malicious sneer, he knew that this was specially arranged by Grey Mao. Before Samuel Tito from there to grab the Thai style, by his own Bitch with a green hat, but extremely shameful, but Tito has no chance to retaliate. And now his "ex-boyfriend", Samuel, has been thrown here, I'm afraid it will be more fortunate.

Ethan swallowed, stepped back, but was pushed back by the guards. The guard had a wicked smile watching the good show, "I wish you all love each other." Then he closed the door and left. Ethan rushed to open the door, but just halfway through the door, it was pressed by another powerful force. An arrogant force pressed him against the door panel, and a beast-like breath was sniffed around his neck.

"Tito." Ethan tried to stay calm. "Listen, I'm sorry for what happened between you and Samuel."

"Sorry, of course you are sorry." Tito gritted his teeth in his ear, "You and Samuel, that Omega bitch, are playing with me, are you happy?"

Ethan felt cold when he heard it, and it seemed that Samuel's gender was also exposed. I don't know where he is now...Is he in danger...

But he should worry more about himself now.

"We weren't targeting you at the time...ah!" Tito slammed his head against the door without warning, then grabbed his hair and threw him across the room. Before he could catch his breath, he kicked his stomach a few times.

Ethan felt the internal organs shifted, and there was a **** smell in his mouth. He curled up his already exhausted body to stop the attack of his fists and feet on his abdomen, the other party's power beyond him even picked him up like a chicken, and then punched him in the face.

Ethan was beaten so badly that he didn't know where his glasses went, and it was a miracle not to faint.

"You should be thankful that I am not interested in your dry Beta." Tito squatted down with a bloodthirsty smile. "But I seem to have a lot of people who are too hungry and thirsty to eat, and I will probably be willing to use them. Use your ass."

Ethan was hurt all over his body after being beaten. Fear and anger seemed to burn in his body at the same time. He was almost considering whether to release the tentacles in the back of his neck and kill the violent Alpha before him. But he knew that once he gave up control of himself at this moment, then immediately the entire Forbidden City, the entire Earth Alliance, would know what kind of monster he had actually become. He will be immediately isolated by the Earth Alliance.

In that case, too much trouble.

So he resisted the pain, reached out his hand to wipe off the raging nosebleeds on his face, raised his eyes and stared at Tito's full face.

Tito was a little surprised. He originally thought that Beta, who had been disguised as Omega in the inhuman world, must be a soft persimmon, but he did not expect that the other party would dare to look at him directly after being beaten. And for some reason, the gaze from those green eyes made him feel a little hairy behind his back.

"What the **** are you looking at!" Tito became angry and punched him in the face again.

Ethan's head swung to the side, and one eye was already swollen. He still wiped his mouth of blood, calmly looked at Tito, "you want me to do, will cool down? Let me except when you **** men outside, I'll do it."

"Ha! Are you **** bargaining with me?" Tito pinched Ethan's swollen face, "Do you know that your life is in my hands now?"

"I'm afraid not." Ethan's speech was a little slurred because his cheeks were smeared. "I am now a key figure in the government's secret plan. If I'm not mistaken, the Forbidden City Committee should have notified Vasilev to protect my body. Security. Although Vasilev hates me for getting me here, he doesn't dare to defy the decree of the Forbidden City Committee. He should have told you not to "play bad" with me."

Tito's expression became more ferocious, almost showing sharp teeth at him like a beast. So Ethan knew he was right.

"If you make your subordinates hard, I have many ways to kill myself, or at least to the point where you can't make a difference." Ethan said, grinning unexpectedly, his twisted smile was dark. "Seriously, at this point, I don't mind being raped, but I don't know if you mind being treated as a thorn in the eye with gray fur, to the situation similar to my current situation?"

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