War Paradise

After a long trek through the damp drain, the boy finally saw the stars in the night sky again.

After blinking and turning off the night vision goggles, he kicked off the guardrail of the drain and jumped out. The first thing that catches the eye is a flat river bank, next to it is a ribbon-like river, gurgling to an unknown destination.

Smelling the faint fragrance of leaves in the air and listening to the sound of splashing water, the young man collapsed in relief on the soft soil next to the drain, looking up at the bright starry sky in the sky.

"Finally...free."

Accompanied by a sound like babbling in a dream, two lines of clear tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and gently brushed across his cheeks.

The boy raised his hands and tried to wipe away the tears, but the tears could not be wiped off.

He knew that those were not tears of sorrow, but tears of excitement:

"thanks, thanks……"

He thanked his hands with tears like a madman, and cried for a long, long time, until his voice was so dumb that he couldn't speak.

Closing his eyes tiredly, a memory that he didn't want to recall immediately hit his face, occupying all of his thoughts.

He has seen this unbearable memory for countless times:

The boy used to live in St. Petersburg with his parents, but seven years ago, when he was nine years old, his parents were killed in a car accident at the same time.

At that time, a colleague of his parents, Mr. Vincent from a research institute in East Germany, offered to take him in.

Although his parents were dead, he was not depressed when he was young.

In addition, I don't want to disappoint Vincent who has adopted him.

When he was a child, he believed that scientist was the noblest and most beautiful profession in the world.

And his parents' old friend Vincent, the silver-haired man who always wears a white coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses is a scientist.

Vincent worked with many scientists from the Soviet Union at a research institute in East Germany.

Therefore, at that time, teenagers often used a childlike voice to tell Vincent about the ideal of becoming a scientist, and always said that he would go to the research institute to have a look.

Then, one day about half a year later, Vincent asked:

"Do you want to join our research and contribute to the cause of science?"

"Of course!"

The boy who was about to celebrate his tenth birthday at that time nodded without hesitation, with an expectant smile on his immature little face.

So, he followed Vincent to a secret base in Siberia that was affiliated to the East German Institute.

Until now, he still clearly remembered that the first time he lay on the cold iron frame bed, his whole body was trembling from nervousness.

And the amiable man who adopted him, comforted himself with a gentle tone, while fixing his body on the bed with a belt.

"Will this experiment hurt?" The boy, who was firmly **** by a belt, asked his "family" who he trusted the most with his eyes wide open.

"There may be a little pain, but it doesn't matter. I will reward you with a piece of chocolate when you go home." Vincent said absently.

"What do you want to do to me?" the boy continued to ask.

"The reaction to killing experiment is mainly to study the physical condition of human beings in the near-death state, and to provide technical data for the rescue of critically ill patients and euthanasia." The scientist who sent his adopted children to the test bed patiently explained the principle of the experiment.

"Dead? Will I die?" The boy twisted his body uncomfortably.

"Of course not! Don't worry, it will be over soon." Vincent said categorically.

The boy at that time was relieved just because of such a promise. It was not until later that he realized the true meaning of this sentence, but unfortunately it was too late.

The content of the "Experiment in Reaction to Killing" on the first day was suffocation. The young man was really unwilling to recall the extremely painful experience. I just remember that someone put a black bag on his head, and then started timing with an unsentimental voice:

"Thirty seconds, one minute, ninety seconds..."

The timing sound in his ears began to blur, and the boy who was overly hypoxic struggling frantically, his lungs worked harder than usual, but he couldn't get any oxygen.

There was a sharp pain in the chest, followed by numbness throughout the body, and after about a minute, he finally lost consciousness in relief.

It was night when he woke up, but to him, it was as long as ten years had passed.

The boy opened his eyes laboriously, and was surprised to find that his vision was scarlet, and then he slowly faded. He saw a lot of guys in white coats standing beside him holding various weird instruments and counting.

"Ninety-four seconds after suffocation, my heart stopped."

"Clear cyanosis is visible on the lips."

"What's this?" A man in white stretched out **** and dangled in front of his eyes.

"Two...cough cough." The boy kept coughing while breathing air greedily.

"There is no obvious damage to the brain, and the condition of the whole body's organs needs further examination." The white-clothed man was talking while typing something quickly on the portable computer in his hand.

At that time, the teenager didn't know what this experiment meant. When he saw the familiar face of Vincent, he finally couldn't help crying:

"Let me go……"

"No, you still need to measure your physical state. You can leave after everything is over." Vincent said in a flat tone.

At that time, the boy realized that something was wrong, but he didn't think too much, still naively thinking that he would be home soon.

However, the development of the matter completely shattered his naive fantasy.

For the next seven years, he was imprisoned at the North City Research Institute and became the subject of the "Experiment on Reaction to Killing".

Drowning, poisoning, a lot of blood loss, electric shock...Countless inhuman ways of death were all imposed on him.

But the cruelest thing is not death, but every time I think that I can finally be free, I am rescued by the doctor mercilessly, and then continue this cruel cycle.

After experiencing thousands of "reaction experiments to killings", even he himself wondered why he was still alive.

He never gave up the hope of escape, but unfortunately, after every day of the experiment, he would be injected with muscle relaxants and tranquilizers, and he could only wait for the next day's "death sentence" feebly. Time and time again, never stop.

but……

The frantic gear of death stopped today.

In seven years, there was not a day of freedom that I did not desire, and it just returned to my own hands.

I am finally free, I can finally say goodbye to the cruel experiment, and finally I don't have to experience the feeling of death every day. After being imprisoned in the institute for seven years, he finally regained his freedom.

"I...free...?"

The young man slowly opened his eyes, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and limped towards the river ahead.