The sturdy and enormous safe had been breached with a sudden hole.

The surrounding temperature also began to drop rapidly.

The skeletal hand was less than two centimeters away from the white coat of the old man who had been hugging the safe.

The old man looked up at the bony hand, his expression twitching. He seemed to have lost the drive and passion he had shown during his speech earlier. His lower body was trembling slightly, and if he weren't leaning against the safe to maintain his balance, he might have collapsed to the ground.

Because he was closest to the hand,

his feelings were the deepest.

Especially just now,

he clearly felt that the previously impregnable safe, which could withstand many impacts, had turned into military-grade compressed biscuits in an instant, becoming so fragile.

The people who had been singing military songs together had also fallen silent, feeling lost and apprehensive.

This was their research institute. Normally, they were the ones who inflicted fear. The reversal of roles was difficult for them to accept for a while.

No,

it wasn't that they couldn't accept it,

but that they couldn't get used to it.

"Crack... crack... crack..."

The huge latches of the freezer slowly shattered at this moment.

Immediately afterward,

the freezer door slowly opened.

The old man's body also fell to the ground. He tried to stand, but collapsed instead, looking up at the freezer.

Inside the freezer

was a corpse,

a severely damaged corpse.

Half of the corpse's head was missing, as if it had been cut off in one piece. The wound was unusually smooth, even with a strange luster.

Beneath the half-face, the only remaining eye was tightly closed, showing no sign of opening. A huge crack stretched from the head all the way down the body, as if a trench had been dug.

In the left chest area, there was a huge gap, a penetrating wound that allowed one to see through to the other side. The ribs inside were clearly visible.

On the corpse's limbs, some areas were covered with flesh, while others were completely bare bones, exuding a sense of chilling cold.

The most profound feeling the corpse gave was its bones, which were like jade, with a transparent and smooth quality that could even give people a sense of aesthetic pleasure.

All the white coats present were "researchers" of live experiments. They had personally concocted countless horrific experiments, so they naturally had a far greater understanding of the limits of human life than ordinary people!

This was a person who couldn't be more dead.

It was impossible for him to still be alive, and there was no reason for him to continue living.

But he was the only one in the safe,

so who else could have crashed into it?

In addition,

it was his hand that pierced through the thick safe.

When everyone was singing,

when everyone was most joyful,

he poured a bucket of cold water on everyone, bringing the music to a stop.

The corpse stood there motionless,

holding its arm half-raised.

After the safe door slowly opened,

it didn't move again.

It was as quiet as a work of art, with a beautiful aura, even creating a sense of beauty like the Venus de Milo.

Sitting on the ground, the old man who had just been frightened saw this scene and raised his arms again, shouting something in Japanese. He was still excited, still elated, and still optimistic.

Perhaps,

every team needs someone like him to maintain the team's mental state.

But this time,

before he could infect his nearby colleagues,

the motionless bony hand slowly fell down,

as if he found him too noisy,

falling down naturally,

wanting to interrupt his incessant chatter,

like a caring elder who loves you,

wanting to,

pat your head.

This was a loving caress.

The old man wasn't afraid, because the corpse's movements were very slow, and you could even feel an emotion called gentleness.

The old man became even more excited.

He was even more convinced that this was a miracle bestowed upon the Great Japanese Empire by Amaterasu, a chance for the Empire to rise and dominate, and he was the witness and discoverer.

His name

was destined to be engraved in the most prominent position in the Yasukuni Shrine in the future!

In this place,

engaged in this kind of research,

perhaps some people themselves hadn't realized that

their hearts and personalities had long been distorted.

Like the old man at this time,

after overcoming his initial fear,

his heart was replaced by ecstasy.

None of the white coats nearby screamed. They were fearful and scared, but no one chose to leave. Instead, they all stood there, seemingly waiting for the situation to develop further.

Everyone had a little bit of luck and a little bit of expectation in their hearts, always feeling that if heaven were to choose to favor one person or a group of people,

it would most likely be themselves.

Then,

the situation developed.

The bony hand gently landed on the old man's head,

and then,

the old man's face, which was still filled with a happy smile,

melted rapidly in an instant, like an ice sculpture being poured with hot water.

His wrinkled skin,

his sunken eye sockets,

his somewhat collapsed nose,

his hair,

everything on his head,

rotted away in an instant.

Almost in the blink of an eye,

the old man's head turned into a skull.

At this time,

the old man, who directly experienced this sensation, finally had time to let out a painful scream.

The skull's mouth opened wide,

but he was unable to make a sound, as if he was roaring silently!

A former Japanese officer wrote in his memoir that after quickly cutting off a Chinese man's head with a katana, the head that fell to the ground could still blink for a short time.

And this time,

this scene

was resetting this experiment

in a more extreme and direct way!

After the silent roar, the old man's body slumped to the side.

The white coats gathered inside and outside the laboratory began to panic, fleeing frantically. Faced with this bizarre scene, their minds collapsed in an instant!

Their piety to the empire and their loyalty to the emperor were like a piece of paper that was instantly pierced to shreds under this incredible impact!

A demon,

a real demon,

had appeared!

…………

Inside the sealed container,

the mother and daughter's tragic corpses had not been processed yet, and they lay there quietly.

Zhou Ze didn't know if their souls were still there,

whether they would stay here and watch all this.

Because at this time,

Zhou Ze's perspective was just that of an ordinary person.

The severed arm looked a bit empty, not very coordinated, but Zhou Ze still walked firmly towards the four white coats in front of him.

In the eyes of the four white coats, Zhou Ze was a hungry wolf, a mad hungry wolf.

They originally had no fear of *maruta* (logs), but Zhou Ze was different. His self-mutilating spirit was already amazing enough. In addition, others didn't know, but they were clear that the roar that resounded throughout the institute earlier was actually responding to the frequency of the man's chain twitches.

A demon

had been released from its cage,

and descended into the world.

But the funny thing was

that the first thing the demon did after descending

was to cleanse the evil here,

because he found this place

more like hell

than the hell he should be in.

The alarm sounded at this time, and military police with live ammunition began to enter from several entrances of the institute. Their existence was to suppress possible riots in the institute.

It was a pity

that they were not informed at the same time that what they were suppressing this time was not the so-called disobedient *maruta*, but a demon who had just broken free from his shackles.

A

real demon!

Several military police first entered the laboratory. They were a little puzzled as to why a *maruta* with a severed arm could scare these four researchers into retreating step by step, but they still professionally raised the guns in their hands and aimed them at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze stopped moving forward,

turned sideways,

and then turned his head,

looking at the dark muzzles that were aimed at him.

The four white coats almost shouted together, as if impatiently ordering the military police to shoot and execute this guy who chilled them to the bone!

Honestly,

whether in his past life or this life,

Zhou Ze didn't seem to have ever faced a gun muzzle,

especially not such a large scene with a row of guns.

Clearly, he was just an ordinary person now,

clearly, he had just had to use self-mutilation to break free from a thin chain,

but for some reason,

Zhou Ze was really not panicked at all now.

Not only was he not panicked,

but he even found it a little funny.

This feeling

was very wonderful,

like an adult

looking at a group of children under the age of five, pointing water guns at him and threatening him.

Zhou Ze even thought they were

a little bit cute.

Zhou Ze didn't know where his mentality came from,

nor did he understand why he would expand so quickly and so unreasonably.

But just as these military police were about to pull the trigger,

behind them,

a figure appeared.

He appeared suddenly like a ghost,

without any warning.

"Ah ah ah ah!!!!!!!!!!"

"Ah ah ah!!!!!!"

In an instant,

after screaming, the five armed military police turned into dried corpses and fell to the ground. Their military uniforms on the ground looked so thick and baggy.

Some of the four white coats were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground, some leaned against the wall shivering, and some squatted down and cried with their heads in their hands, constantly shouting in Japanese:

"Demon! Demon!!!!"

At this moment, they truly experienced the perspective and feelings of the test subjects when they looked at them in the laboratory.

Zhou Ze looked at the guy who suddenly appeared,

at his body that was so tattered that it couldn't be more tattered,

at his head with only half a face left and the empty space in his chest.

The other party's originally closed eyes slowly opened at this time, and deep in the eye sockets was a chilling emptiness.

But there was really a feeling in the dark,

that he was also looking at himself.

Familiarity,

a strange familiarity,

it was a synchronization of blood, no, it was a resonance that transcended the connection of blood!

No need for too much introduction, not even too much hesitation,

after all, that feeling

was too clear, and definitely wouldn't be wrong!

Zhou Ze pursed his lips

and said a little dryly:

"You...are me?"

The other party didn't answer,

but just continued to stand there quietly, as if nothing in this world could arouse his interest, except for the Zhou Ze in front of him.

Zhou Ze grinned,

smiled,

he finally understood

what was in the safe in that laboratory,

it turned out...

it was himself!

The group of insane Japanese people who pursued crazy experiments didn't know through what channels or from where they discovered his previous corpse, stored it as a specimen, transported it here, and researched and analyzed it.

Even,

the blood that the young white coat in the laboratory extracted from the safe before actually came from his own body!

The Japanese wanted to use his body as a template.

They wanted to... create a god!

No wonder he couldn't get out of this dream, no wonder he would be dragged back in even after waking up, no wonder this dream was so real!

The reason for everything, the cause of everything, at this time, finally had a definite answer!

Because back then, in this research institute,

there was himself!

When children are young,

whether it's parents or teachers, they will teach you how to communicate and talk with others,

but no one should teach you

how to talk to yourself,

and not just the taken-for-granted "introspection," literary exaggeration of describing communication with your inner self,

but the true meaning of what to do when you face another you,

how exactly to communicate?

Zhou Ze was also a little confused now,

and confusion led to speechlessness,

he didn't know what to say,

nor did he understand what to do.

But in an instant,

he suddenly thought of a very crucial thing,

that was,

if the dream couldn't be changed,

if the dream was an established fact,

if the dream was just a record, a presentation of what happened in the past!

Then,

did this mean

that nearly eighty years ago,

his corpse

did wake up?

In this research institute,

did it wake up?

Zhou Ze turned his head and looked at the mother and daughter in the sealed container. They had just died not long ago, especially the little girl, right in front of him. The two of them looked at each other, slowly being tortured to death.

Zhou Ze's voice trembled slightly,

and said slowly:

"Kill them...everyone."

The tattered figure turned around,

as if he had heard an order,

or,

he was just following his heart.

Here,

there were no superior-subordinate orders,

it was just himself...doing himself a favor, he was asking himself, he was demanding himself,

he wanted to do this,

and then,

"himself" would do it.

Zhou Ze lowered his head. He remembered the scene when the five military police died earlier. He felt that this quick and simple way of dying

was too easy,

and too cheap for them.

Finally,

as the tattered body walked towards the four white coats in the corner,

Zhou Ze added two more words, setting the tone for this action,

which was:

"Torture...kill..."