When the alarm of the Seventh Neurological Diagnosis and Treatment Center rang through the rainy night, Lin Yan felt his skull in the corrosive liquid in the culture chamber.
This smart sanatorium designed by him has now turned into a mechanical meat nest devouring human nature. Patients with biochips growing into their spines are wandering in the corridors, and the nerve bundles proliferating in the walls are transforming living people into signal relays. When Lin Yan discovered that the No. 092 Barcode on the back of his neck was exactly the same as his sister Lin Xi, who died in a car accident twenty years ago, a truth more cruel than death emerged - the survival rules reset every midnight were just lies fed to the experimental subjects by the mastermind.
Here, memory is a currency that can be cut and sold. Collecting three memory fragments can be redeemed for six hours of safety, at the cost of witnessing a companion whose neural synchronization rate exceeds the critical value mutate into a piece of mechanical meat; touching the cultivation chamber in the confessional will obtain fragments of administrator privileges, but the clones soaked in the nutrient solution all have the same face as Lin Yan. The so-called "lamb's cry" is actually a distress signal sent by thousands of selves in parallel time and space.
When Lin Yan dug out the No. 092 Chip from the chef's skull, he finally pieced together a horrifying closed loop: this medical center was the time and space anchor he created to resurrect his sister, and each experimental subject was a cloning container carrying Lin Xi's memory. The black gravel suspended in the holographic hourglass is the crushed ethical convention and the residue of human consciousness.
At this moment, Lin Yan, whose neural synchronization rate was 79%, gripped the scalpel tightly. The tip of the knife is pointed at "myself"!
